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Jimin has never known wealth. He was the opposite of spoilt. He was a slave, after all. A priceless omega stolen from the warm sheets of his bed and given no time to adapt to the sudden terrifying change of belonging to someone, being bought by someone.
So it was a surprise that Jimin was even sitting in the palace, draped in the finest silks he'd ever worn, and surrounded only by other omegas, who weren't nearly as warm and welcoming as he first imagined them to be.
"You're unfit," a young girl remarked, and Jimin turned to her tensing. She, herself, was about fifteen, barely presented. Jimin could assume she hadn't even had four heats.
He was only twenty, gone through his share of heats, still a virgin, somehow, although he assumed that he was simply too old to be unmated. But being a slave, he wouldn't be able to be mated so freely. That was why he was in the palace, after all.
The young omega scoffed and turned, her lovely silver earrings jingling as she whisked her head around to look at someone more interesting. "I highly doubt the Emperor would want to choose someone of.. such low class." She said it like it was a chore to even utter the words, and Jimin stared at the ground blushing at how obvious it was to his class.
Another omega, across the table from them, chuckled, his hand coming to cover his lips slightly. "Oh, but won't he know how to be an Emperor's whore better than any of us?" The young boy said. Jimin catches his dark, glaring eyes. "I'm sure he gets plenty of practice at the brothels in town—enough to please his majesty."
That was why he was there. The Emperor sent out soldiers and generals to bring any omega they saw fit to become his consort, his concubine, his whore. That word stuck viciously to the back of his head and in his throat. He was not a whore, nor did he work in the brothels. He was owned by a rich merchant, who often told him how pretty he was every day, but it was more than evident that he did not want to have anything to do with Jimin sexually. Even during his heats, the man would never touch Jimin, would even allow him days off to catch up afterward. Jimin thanks god for that every day.
Jimin wanted more than anything to not be a whore. When he was first taken, it was the highest possibility because he was an omega, but he ended up being sold and after the first time, it happened a couple more.
There was a third girl, sitting on the other side of him, but she was very quiet. Jimin didn't condone it. He was sure that she also did not want to become one of their targets for harassment. So Jimin sat as the other omega spoke again with a sort of soft laugh in the back of her throat.
"There's no way. He's much too dirty for the Emperor's liking. Most likely the Dragon will have his head lopped off for causing offense to his majesty." At those words, the omega next to him grabbed his limp hand tightly and squeezed.
Jimin looked at her for a moment, she was deathly pale and her eyes glossy. He knew she was probably the class above Jimin, a commoner or daughter of a farmer. Noticing her discomfort, Jimin gripped her hand tightly as if to reassure her that it was okay while releasing a somewhat calming scent, and she visibly relaxed beside him.
The two other omegas stopped for at least a while, giving Jimin enough time to really think. He'd been in the palace for about a week. Every day, he would leave the comfort of his new palace room, given newer, finer clothing from his master, after being told by a couple of soldiers that he would leave his owner's home to potentially become the Emperor's concubine. Thrilling, for his owner, who received ten gold pieces, but not for Jimin, himself. They would sit in a large room, all of the omegas interested, and just chatter amongst one another. It was almost as if they would never even be able to see the Emperor at all. Ever. Jimin would be glad if so.
He'd heard many things about the Dragon. The symbol of spirit. He was the one who started the revolution against the previous Emperor and killed the entire royal family except for one young boy, hardly of age to even present. There were many lies about him, Jimin was sure, but he knew that they were created because he was terrifying. If he was terrifying, Jimin wanted nothing to do with him.
After a moment, the talking died down when someone pushed the large, red wooden doors open, there was small, excited chatter about who it was, and Jimin shrunk in his seat. But when the person spoke, he knew it couldn't be the Emperor because it was a woman, and by the new scent entering, an omega.
Jimin turned in his seat, momentarily dropping the other omega's hand to stare at the woman standing in the doorway. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was a ravenous blackest the roots done up in a tight bun and curls spiraling down from the top. Jimin watched as her dark brown hair glided until it was below her ribs and a lighter brown at the tips. It was so long and pretty, like a monochrome sunset.
He ran his fingers through the fairly long, light brown locks. Jimin's own hair only came past between his shoulder blades. The omega's mouth was slightly ajar as his eyes dropped to her dress. It was a light pink hanbok that completely covered her frame tightly. There was a collar hiding her neck and indicating that she was mated. Rightfully so. She was beautiful and smelled of ripe fruits.
There was a man standing beside her, handsome figure and a small smile on his face. Jimin knew it couldn't be the Emperor because of that. He looked like a General, maybe. His clothes were semi-formal, red, nobility, but looked comfortable and his hair was styled short, like a warrior usually would. He had soft, sweet eyes, much too sweet to be in the military or even a noble, but somehow it must've been true.
"My, my," the omega swooned, scanning over every face. Jimin's heart fluttered when her eyes fell on his for just more than a split second. She then turned back to the man standing next to her. "Jeongguk, don't you think these omegas are lovely?" She asked him and he nodded with a keen smile.
Jimin noted the few omegas, including the ones who were just harassing him, adjusting themselves as if she were personally talking with them. Jimin rolled his eyes and focused back on the young woman. She looked to be about his age, which he was glad for.
"The Emperor is very busy, but he apologises for not being able to make an appearance for so long." The young man to her side said. He looked a tad younger than her. "He hopes you all will wait for him just a little longer."
Jimin knew he would. Not that he wanted to, but that his owner would want him to. Frankly, Jimin found it more tedious than baking cakes all day.
The omega gave a little bow, "my name is Jung Hyerin, this is Commander Jeon Jeongguk, if you find yourself in need of anything at all. Please come find us."
Jimin did, not too long after they left. The omega just really wanted to take a bath before he returned for the night. He felt like waiting was making him sweat even more than before, so he purposefully ran into Commander Jeongguk and asked where the bathing room was, to which the Commander kindly escorted him with small talk the entire time. Jimin was grateful that he was so kind to him, given his low class.
Jimin scoffed at the thought of classes as he spread his arms across the ledge of the large open bath. It was more of a hot spring than a bath though. It felt so good, stretching his tense muscles after sitting all day long.
He knew he had many more tedious days to sit in that room full of omegas that were all eager to become the Emperor's first whore.
Maybe Jimin was being too negative or maybe whore was the wrong word, although concubines were simply glorified whores under the Emperor's protection. He supposed that could've been a good thing, but he was still dreading the pick. Luckily for him, he'd been told multiple times he's much too ugly, smelly, and filthy to be picked by such a prestigious King. Jimin didn't care.
So he sat there, in the safety of the springs room. The steam radiating off of skin as he moved his fingers gently across his own body, and was suddenly wondering what it would be like, his first time, that is. A shiver ran down his spine, so he simply shook the thought away and continued to scrub himself clean, washing his long, dark, crimson-brown hair as well.
When he was finished cleaning himself, Jimin simply sat in the large bath, just waiting for the right time to leave. Given he didn't want to. He wanted to just drift away inside of that bath. The water felt too nice against his skin and making him feel like he was floating in the air. Jimin stayed so long in the bath that his fingers began to prune and his hair dried on top of his head to its normal silky dark texture.
There was a noise, and Jimin felt his whole body clam up with fear. Jeongguk had told him no one used this bath at that time of day. Did he lie? Trick Jimin?
The omega sunk beneath the water until his nose was just barely covered, as well as his scent glands. Jimin watched as a large man with lean muscles came trotting out from the room leading into the bathroom. His steps were leisurely and as if he had yet to see Jimin. His soft brown, almost blond hair was whisked out of his eyes, but he was staring at his feet while simply rubbing the muscles on his neck.
Jimin squeaked, alerting the man that Jimin was inside the water. The large, what obviously smelled like, alpha stopped in his tracks and stared at Jimin for a moment. It was only a few seconds of surprise before the man smiled, softly. It was more of a smirk, but Jimin didn't want to admit it.
"It seems a little dove has flown into my private springs," he chuckled softly. His voice was thick and heavy. His eyes said the same feeling as his voice. Confident. Alpha.
Jimin shifted in the water, luckily it was somewhat muddled with the heat of the liquid and the room was steamy as well, hiding Jimin somewhat. The man seemed to look right past it and onto Jimin though. "I'm so-so sorry!" He shuddered, reaching behind him for the towel he'd placed on a stool, but his fingers couldn't seem to wrap around it. "I was-was told no one used this bathroom." Jimin admitted, and the man seemed to stiffen in surprise. His face lost the curious smirk form before and it looked more like a troubled expression, as if Jimin's words were incorrect.
"Who are you?" He said, his voice still calm despite the omega's protective stance and quiver of his body.
"I, uhm, my name is Park Jimin." He said, finally getting the towel in his hands. "For-Forgive me, I'll leave now—"
"Not yet," The alpha said, his beautiful brows stringing together, then apart as if he were trying to see through the steam.
Before he could get any closer and see, Jimin climbed out of the bathing pool, quickly wrapping the towel around himself. When he looked up, he found the alpha smirking even wider now, but otherwise calm and somewhat unafraid that he was frightening the omega.
Jimin began to take a few steps back, and the man stepped forward. "Wait, please," he said again. "Why are you in the palace?"
Jimin swallowed, his throat visibly bobbing. He wasn't sure why this alpha wanted to know so much, but Jimin realized he made a mistake in taking a bath in that spring pool. "I-I was chosen to possibly be the Emperor's concubine." His voice grew smaller and smaller as the sentence went on, but the man heard it loud and clear.
"The Emperor?"
When Jimin looked at him, he had a face of amusement, for a reason Jimin did not know. The man came only a few steps closer, his hand moving his towel to just barely cover his—well. His tan skin was dewy with the moisture sticking to him as it shifted through the thick steam. Jimin was trying as hard as he could to keep his eyes off of him.
"Little dove," his words were soft, and Jimin didn't know what to think at hearing them. "Do you know who the Emperor is?"
Jimin tensed. "No-No, he has yet to stop by the room and grace us with his presence—" Jimin slapped a hand over his mouth, not exactly thinking about the consequences of speaking so sarcastically and crudely of the Emperor in front of someone, especially a man that looked like a prestigious soldier—he had his own bathing grounds, for heaven's sake. Jimin couldn't see his colors to tell what class he was. His large frame and big muscles almost swallowing him, but he looked good. Proportional.
The man chuckled, a bit too enthusiastically for Jimin to feel right about his words. He suddenly wished he could fall into a void and stay there forever because if the Emperor didn't string him up for being too poor, then he certainly would for disrespecting him.
"You're quite bold, aren't you, little dove?" The man finally said, when his laughter stopped.
Jimin kept his eyes on his fidgeting feet, trying hard to be calm. "I-I'm so sorry, that was out of my—I shouldn't—should not have said that." He apologized, tripping and stumbling over his words a few times.
The man just watched him, and Jimin could smell the interest radiating in his earthy-toned scent. It was almost like a pine smell that had Jimin's body secreting his own frightened scent. He could smell a faint bergamot or even oak-moss from the alpha, as well. Jimin didn't know if the alpha could smell him from where he was standing across the bathing pool, but the scent from the alpha was inviting, almost like he was trying hard to release a calming pheromone for the tense omega. Jimin could feel his muscles relaxing on cue with the mix of scents.
The man suddenly shifted, having Jimin visibly seize up again. "You have a right to be angry with that nasty man." The alpha said, a smile edging on his somewhat soft features. He had deep dimples on both cheeks and kind, slanted eyes. "He will not mind such words, I am sure." With that, all Jimin could do was bow and scramble from the bathing area.
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Jimin had never slept so frightened in his entire life. Every movement near or around him, he would gasp and begin breathing heavily. His body was clammy and hot the entire night. The smell of his own distress was evident as it rolled through the somewhat small room. Jimin curled around himself, quivering as he wondered if he was worrying for absolutely nothing.What he'd said about the Emperor in front of that man was not kind. He was sure he would be called upon and killed for saying them. Even if the man didn't seem to think so, he was absolutely certain. Later in the morning, Jimin sat at the same table as always, trying to ignore the two omegas that were talking a bit too loud about him for the older to ignore. Luckily, he still had the words in his mind and just barely on his tongue. He got the most vile feeling once again, and a chill ran up and down his spine.He took a quivering sip of tea as the omega next to him shifted in her seat a bit. He could smell it, the early effects of heat. His brows strung together in sorrow for her. He and she both new that she would soon go into the feverish and painful sensations of heat that lasted about three days.Jimin dropped his hand and quickly nested it into hers. When she looked at him, he gave her a keen eye smile. She just barely smiled back before her attention was whisked away to the other two omegas."I can't believe you decided to show up again." The young girl omega said, her lips folding into a smirk. The omega next to him tightened her grip on his hand, so he gave a reassuring squeeze back.The boy scoffed and took a sip of his tea. His eyes saying all too well that he agreed. "Yes, the commanders surely have bad taste if they brought a filthy slave like you to the palace." He said, looking to the girl beside him for praise in his insult, and oh did she praise.The girl laughed, her hand covering her lips as she did. "It's disgusting, you smell of whorish fluids, are you in heat?" She jested, knowing full well he wasn't, but the young girl beside him physically tightened up.Jimin gave her a glance before returning to stare at the two omegas. He knew the girl was near heat, and he truly didn't want her to become the centre for their harassment, so he acted as if he were guilty—looking away, blushing, and avoiding them at all costs.The omega boy gasped, "you are? How gross, you animal!" He said with a firm brow.Jimin just knelt is head down even more and the omega girl beside him relaxed once he started releasing those soothing scents for her. "Disgusting."Jimin wasn't sure what had gotten into everyone. It seemed sitting around, waiting for the Emperor had them all worked up. Instead of talking leisurely, the omegas were all arguing and speaking without ease. The air was full of distress from the stress of waiting. Although, at least the topic of Jimin being disgusting had taken his mind off of the his mistake yesterday."You should not even be shown to His Majesty in such a state." The boy huffed out, "leave now, and save us the embarrassment." He then demanded."You truly are disgust—"That's when Jimin stopped listening. He turned his head to the opening door and watched as an attendant stepped inside with haste."The Emperor," the attendant then whispered to them, and Jimin had never felt more nervous in his entire life. It was like his entire life was sucked from him as the door opened. "His Royal Majesty, Emperor Kim Namjoon."Every omega stood and immediately bowed to the rush of footsteps. Jimin bowed especially deep, knowing his place and his mistake. When Jimin's head lifted, the Dragon stood at the large red doors with a familiar amused face. Jimin's entire world rocked on it's axis as he stared at the same beautiful man he'd met in the bathing area the day before. The same man his insult towards the Emperor was said to.Jimin saw him in his full potential and full beauty. His dirty brown hair slicked back, crown missing and lovely dimples caving into his cheeks. Jimin had heard things during his stay. Things like the Emperor's habits as well as beauty. He was graceful, dressed in loose robes of gold and deep red. Jimin could very well see the daggers and weapons that sat on his hips, waiting for him to pull them out and cut his throat as Jimin expected. Though the only thing that cut Jimin was the Emperor's piercing gaze as his gaze interlocked win Jimin's. The omega inhaled, and he was sure his scent spiked because the omega next to him squeezed his hand again.Every omega in the room knew how the rumours of the Emperor's deadliness as well as beauty were true. Every omega seemed to still at realising just how dangerous this alpha was. Everything inside of Jimin was telling him to stay away.The Emperor finally allowed Jimin to breathe when he took his eyes off of the omega while walking towards the centre of the room where a large, red couch was placed just for him. The Emperor spread himself out and looked around at all of the omega's with hungry eyes. Jimin was sure the combined scents of dozens of omegas was making the alpha crazy, but he didn't show it.The Emperor's harsh gaze swept through the room again until his eyes landed on Jimin again. This time the alpha smiled at him, eyes predatory as they raked up and down his figure before halting at his paled face. Jimin's entire body stopped working under the gaze. He felt his breath hitch and his skin go pale. All of the blood began rushing to his head and his toes grew a bit numb. Jimin could feel his world shaking under the gaze of such a strong alpha."I'm so sorry, omegas," his smooth statement of rank had all of them perking up in surprise. Jimin noted his deep voice was calm, almost bored. "I'm sorry I was not able to grace you with my presence sooner." With that, Jimin's entire body went limp. His shoulders slumped and stomach curled inward with absolute terror. It was over for him.One young omega that was nearby calmly went to the floor in a steep bow. The Emperor's face showed a flicker of surprise. "You mustn't apologise, Your Majesty. I would gladly wait a thousand years for you." She said, her neck bared for him as he stared down at her for a few seconds.After another second or two, his interest flickered and he scanned the room again. When his eyes met Jimin's for a second, the omega visibly jumped. "Hoseok, is this everyone?" He asked a familiar man. Jimin knew him as the commander that demanded kindly for Jimin attend the omega consort choosing. Jimin remembered how kind he was on the long journey to the palace.There were two other men next to Commander Hoseok, one of them being the Commander Jeongguk that'd told Jimin of the bath room no one supposedly used. They all had stoic faces all of the sudden, eyes planted on a few omegas, but otherwise uninterested. They were all surrounding the Emperor somewhat, but not blocking his ability to see any of the omegas."Yes, Your Majesty." He nodded, Jimin couldn't help but see the smallest sliver of a smirk on the commander's lips. It was as if he was enjoying the scrutinising gaze of the Emperor and the horrified scents of the distressed omegas.The Emperor's gaze fell again on Jimin, and he felt a strong tremble crawl up his spine like ten spiders. Jimin thought maybe now was the time he would die. He'd insulted the Emperor right to his face, how stupid was he? Jimin bit his lip, keeping his eyes away from the Emperor and on the dark wood ground."Hm," he hummed, catching Jimin's eyes finally, "you," he said, voice deep and hand outstretched to point at Jimin. "What's your name?" He asked, and a tiny light shined in his chest. "Park Jimin, was it?" Jimin's hope was destroyed and his body started to completely lose it's calmness.Jimin finally let go of the other omega's hand as he nodded his head. Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat to speak, "I-I, uhm, yes, Your Majesty." He said, his voice shaking.The Emperor seemed to like how his voice shook and smirked at him. Jimin's stomach twisted in a strange way that was displeasing to him. He wanted to throw up."Come to me, little dove." The Emperor demanded, and Jimin's whole body went numb with fear.Distress was all Jimin could feel as the omegas around him all glared at him, save for the few relieved gazes. He felt like the whole room hated him as he slowly stood from his seat. Jimin was sure his own muscles weren't moving his body. He was sure it was the absolute terror urging his bones to move on there own until he was about a foot away. Jimin rested his trembling fingers in front of him, laced together and fidgeting to keep the shaking from being noticed.The Emperor wasted no time in leaning forward to wrap a strong arm around Jimin's thin waist. The alpha pulled the omega onto his lap and a gust of the Emperor's pine and mint scent hit him like a typhoon. For whatever reason, it was so relaxing, Jimin wanted to lean into it. It was obvious the Emperor was releasing those calming smells to keep the omega at ease.But they were so close. Jimin's lips just a few inches away from his. The omega could feel his hot breath ghosting over his face with every calm breath he took. Jimin's hands were being used as a buffer between his chest and Jimin's."You're frightened, little bird?" The Emperor wondered aloud. His voice was soft and very much unlike how it was before. It was like he was trying to make Jimin feel more comfortable straddling his lap.Jimin couldn't seem to find the correct words to say as the Emperor leaned back into the couch. His fingers pressed sternly into Jimin's hip. The omega simply shook his head, fearing if he said yes, the Emperor would be angry. A flush rushed to Jimin's face as he watched the Emperor chuckle, like he knew Jimin was lying."How old are you?" He said, although was asking another omega across from him. A younger boy still with his boyish features."Six—Seventeen.""You've only just presented, I see?" He asked, his eyes flickering with, what looked like, boredom.The omega nodded, cheeks flushing only a little. The Emperor shifted, and Jimin couldn't seem to rest easy as he sat (comfortably he might add) on the Emperor's lap. "So you're a virgin." It was more of a statement, but he smiled as he said it.The omega shifted in response and now his face flushed a dark red. One of the Commanders behind them chuckled under his breath. No doubt, he found it cute, even Jimin did.The Emperor shifted his unamused gaze onto Jimin again. His eyes were greedy, dark, but they had Jimin enticed with emotion. "What of you, little dove?" He asked, stroking Jimin's hip through the thin silks, "what is your age?"Jimin swallowed, thinking back to the conversation with the other two omegas on how he would be killed for being too old and offending the Emperor. Jimin pushed back his fears with a soft, soft whimper. It was hardly audible, but the Emperor seemed to hear it perfectly. "Twe-Twenty, sir.""Twenty?" The Emperor repeated, and Jimin flinched slightly. "You are unmated?"Jimin looked away, embarrassed. It was correct, he was unmated. In truth, Jimin had never been in love before. He never got the chance. As a slave, love, mating, sex, it was all forbidden to him. His owner's precious, innocent omega.Jimin nodded."You've slept with an alpha before?" He asked, and Jimin's cheeks grew more and more red at the thought.He'd been through heats. Alone. He'd thought about sex during his heats, often wished he had a big alpha to help him through it, but never really wanted that wish granted. Even now, he was scared of the idea of sex. Ever since a boy, he'd been scared of it."No, Your Majesty," Jimin said, a bit embarrassed, but not ashamed. He was only glad he wasn't dead yet.The Emperor explored Jimin's features, grabbing the omega's chin to turn his face towards him a bit more. Jimin's eyes grew a bit large, and he felt he was glowing red and puffing like a pastry. "But you're so beautiful. It's hard to believe you're twenty and have never spelt with an alpha before." He said, voice deepening slightly. "Tell me, why not?"Jimin tensed. Would he have to tell the Emperor he was only a slave boy? An omega with no family, sold many times and belonged to someone? Jimin hesitated, his mouth pursing and opening just slightly every time. "I'm—I am a kitchen servant for a merchant.." Jimin finally admitted with a soft breath.The Emperor looked surprised, but Jimin expected him to be mortified by that. "You're a slave?"There it was. The word that had Jimin's entire body going rigid in the Emperor's hold. When Jimin was silent, the Emperor's fingers stopped caressing him. He assumed the Emperor would take his silence as an answer."My little dove, are you truly scared of me?" He only said, surprising Jimin.The omega wasn't scared, he was horrified."No," he simply said, trying hard to be confident.The Emperor was gentle. Jimin was surprised at just how gentle his touches were. The soft caress on his hip, the sweet releasing of calming scents to relax Jimin, and the kind words he used to keep Jimin's frights at bay. It was almost amusing just how different Jimin expected the day to go. He felt like fate was messing with him, making him think one thing only to have another happen. The corners kept turning in his thoughts and he couldn't help but wonder what was next.The Emperor caressed a gentle finger against his cheek, moving his gaze onto the alpha slowly. "My little bird, you will not be in my harem." He said, and something close to disappointment sparked through his chest like a fire-cracker. Jimin flinched as his forehead came to rest just barely grazing Jimin's. He was so warm. His skin searing like a real dragon. Jimin's eyes were large as he stared into the Emperor's with such a gentleness, he wasn't sure what was happening. His mind was too muddled with the pine scent to think straight. "You're a jewel." He said, and Jimin wanted to jump out of his skin in adoration.Jimin's entire body went a bit cold. There was a lingering disappointment as he heard a few omegas giggle and snicker behind him. It seemed most were happy that he wouldn't be chosen, but Jimin couldn't help but feel upset. Of course, he never let it show on his face.The Emperor looked away for a split second. His eyes reaching the Commander that was still behind the couch. "Hoseok." He said, and the room went completely silent. Jimin swore he couldn't even hear anyone breathe. Even the Commanders looked surprised. "Park Jimin will be my mate," Jimin's heart stopped, "and my Empress."The whole world came to a stop, not just Jimin's this time. He felt everyone's eyes on him, glares and relieved smiles as well as the looked of complete shock from the Commanders. Jimin stared at the Emperor as if he just said something ridiculous.Jimin blanked. His mind distorted with the choking of words from his mouth, and then his body shaking as well with fear and, surprisingly, anticipation."Wait—Wait, I-I—""My little dove," he said, clutching Jimin's hand close to his, "you're mine."
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He lost his family eight years ago, Jimin wasn't sure how. He'd lost most of that memory along the way. There was something almost depressing about his story. Maybe it was the way he'd been taken the day after he presented as an omega, on his birthday. Or maybe it was how he was sold, treated by the animal-like men who took him. The only thing Jimin remembered about his capture was the long, cold nights that he would spend, ankle chained to the end of a pole, or tree, or bed foot, depending on where they were travelling. Maybe it was the fact that he was only the young age of twelve when it happened, fearing for his life, fearing for his virtue.It was a long time until Jimin was sold for the first time. He remembered vividly being in the room as four large men spoke about it. Remembered one man being absolute about selling him to the brothel, while the others weren't too sure because of the on going war and rebellion that was so against slavery. He was fifteen at the time, had had heats, though he was hardly ever bothered by the men during his heats. Probably because the lot of his captors were betas with no animalistic urge like alphas—save for one man. Jimin remembered the same name being brought up throughout the talk. He had to sit still, not itch, not speak, not make noise, as the name, Kim Namjoon, repeatedly saved him from being dropped at the brothel for the rest of his life.Soon after, Jimin was sold to a merchant, who needed an omega attendant for his ill and pregnant wife. They sold him to that man, an alpha, who had mild interest in the, now, seventeen year old. Jimin remembers not being able to save her. He remembered not knowing how to save her as he sat in the back of the room, hands shaking while the three other omegas did all of the work in delivering the child. After all he was only 17, had never touched a man, let alone know how to deliver a child from an ill omega. Once the pregnancy was through and he was told his mate was dead and child born too ill to live, Jimin was whipped viciously along with the rest of the omegas. They were all whipped until they couldn't stand, Jimin until he couldn't breathe.It was after that and a few other mild owners, that Jimin was given to his most recent owner, who was undoubtably kind to him because of the thin, red scars that stretched from the top of his shoulder to his lower back and many other places on his back. (Someone had once said they were pretty, another slave, the ignorant age of thirteen or so). This merchant only needed a kitchen aid, but he held Jimin underneath everyone else. When Jimin couldn't sword-fight as well as the beta slaves, he was practically thrown into the kitchens and degraded everyday for it. It was better than the previous owners though, so he could not complain.When Jimin turned eighteen, the war ended, the rebellion won, and a fearsome and cruel ruler had taken over. A man, who most called the Dragon, had taken over and become Emperor. Jimin had heard he took over the throne by killing the entire royal family and coating his reign in blood for all to fear."I didn't think he would ever marry," one of the attendants whispered to the other as they straightened the lovely art covered silken sheets that were sprawled across his four post bed. "I hear he used to be a class even lower than us—a-a slave."Jimin supposed it would be talked about. He assumed the palace would spiral into confusion and chaos of gossip as soon as the Emperor announced that the foolish omega would be his mate. He hadn't assumed everyone would know the details of who exactly he was. His low class, his lack of wealth and title.The other, older beta girl scoffed silently. "Soon, the Emperor will have a harem of concubines and no one will care." She said, and something in Jimin's chest felt like it died with those words.Jimin stayed peering into the gardens that were outside of the large fabric and wood doors that slid open to reveal the dense green gardens of beautiful plants and flowers. His eyes were entranced as he heard them chat amongst themselves behind him. He cleared his throat and their conversations stopped quickly."Uhm, do you when the Emperor with call for me?" Jimin asked, trying not to itch in the comfortable clothing gifted to him. The lovely porcelain and jewelled brush was in his hand as he watched a breeze flutter through the plants, making the leaves and flowers shiver.It had been a while. Maybe Jimin lost track of time or maybe the time had simply gone by much slower than it should've, but he felt like he'd been trapped in that room for two weeks. He only left to learn a bit of the halls and eat some meals. He'd asked the attendants to take him to the kitchens so he could personally compliment their food. He also wanted to know how they made such lovely tasting food, but one of the attendants told him it was out of his league now to say such things. Jimin had never felt so alienated in his life.He was like a caged bird."The Emperor, his majesty, is a busy man." The younger beta said, her voice low and a bit sympathetic.The other girl was much less empathetic with him. Her answer was straight and held little emotion. "You will most likely be sent to him when he needs a body to satisfy his cravings." She said, and Jimin's heart began racing, coming up in his throat as he took in a sharp tug of air.A body. That's what he was. That's all he needed to be, a nice pretty face and a tool to lay with. He really was a whore. That word engrained itself into his skull as he continued staring into the garden like getting lost in it was his last resort."He could wait until your ceremony—""That's highly unlikely, Solbin," the other said, completely dismissing the idea of the alpha waiting for Jimin to prepare at all.The younger grew silent and continued to do her chores as a light knock lapped through the silent room. "Sir," one of the girls said, a bit surprised.Jimin swung himself around to see a rather tall, lovely looking beta draped in custom blue military uniform. His relatively dark brown hair draped over his shoulder, long and straight. He had a boxy smile and kind eyes as he stood at the large platform two or three steps down from the entrance to the main bedroom floor. Jimin was standing now turned towards the exit of the room, the hair brush that was gifted to him from the Emperor nested neatly in his palm."I'm Taehyung, General Jeongguk's mate." Jimin watched as the two attendants bowed before leaving the room quickly. He turned back to the tense omega. "I just came to offer some company, you must be lonely."Jimin watched him come a little closer and scooted away, so Taehyung stopped and held himself a bit less confidently to be less intimidating. The mark, Jimin could see the mark of a mate just barely peaking from the back of his neck. It was only a scar now, but Jimin was fascinated by it."J-Jimin," he was barely able to squeak out his own name, and the beta laughed softly.He gestured to the omega, "those silks look wonderful on you, you know?" He said bashfully, trying to calm the omega of his hostilities.Jimin looked down at the silken robes that were clad in earthy green and a soft pink. The designs were of small swirls and little intricate cusps of colour. He thought it was pretty as well, the colors combined reminded him of the gardens outside of his room. It made him think of summer and lovely birds chirping around the air, flying. Freely.Jimin said nothing, but he allowed the young beta to come further into the room. He had a small box in his hands, Jimin noticed. "I have a gift," he said, and Jimin tensed."Oh, please—please, I don't need any gifts—"Taehyung threw his head back in laughter, "darling, you don't even own a pair of shoes, let us shower you in gifts." He said, taking Jimin's hand gently.The omega looked at his hand tentatively as it laid on his knuckled and then turned it over to his smooth palms. They were small and soft. Just like omega hands should be. "Here, from Jeongguk and I." He whispered, "if you need anything at all, don't hesitate in calling me." He suggested as there was yet another knock on the door.Jimin looked past Taehyung, who also turned around to see a familiar young omega entering with a confident demeanour. She gasped lightly at seeing Taehyung. "You little brat," she said, quite unexpectedly, "you beat me to it." She growled, slapping Taehyung on the shoulder, quite hard, Jimin might add.Taehyung pouted, leaving the small velvet gift box in Jimin's hands as he gave Hyerin a small whine. "It's not my fault, I'm faster than you." He joked, and the omega scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest."Says the one who couldn't outrun the chicken in the courtyard earlier this week." She slapped him yet again, and Jimin watched his face turn an unexpected shade of red.Jimin just had to giggle at the sight. Taehyung turned back to him with a lifted brow and rather excited smile. The Hyerin pushed past Taehyung and towards Jimin, who was stumbling a bit while trying to step a bit further back. His mind still a bit skiddish to everyone around him for some reason.Jimin's muscles suddenly relaxed themselves, and he stopped moving as she grabbed his hand. Her glands releasing the most calming pheromone he'd ever inhaled. It smelled like freshly washed clothes and lavender on a breezy day. The omega grabbed both of his hands as he stared down at her."Jimin, yes?" He nodded. "You're absolutely beautiful, I can see why that mean old man picked you to be his mate!" Jimin went pale at her words, and she and Taehyung just laughed. Once Jimin calmed down a bit from the senseless joke, the girl wrapped him into a big hug. "My god, you smell of roses and vanilla. How wonderful!" She exclaimed, giving Jimin a giant whiff.Taehyung laughed behind them, "Hyerin, leave the poor boy alone." He snorted. "Your smelly musk must be making him so uncomfortable." The omega immediately tore away from Jimin and began beating against the younger beta's arm roughly. Jimin thought she might actually hurt him. The omega then started chasing him from the room. The next thing Jimin heard was the slam of his door and a long sigh from Hyerin."It's only us now, you shouldn't worry about any of them." She began saying as she slipped back over to him. "Come. Why don't we sit and talk for a moment." She grabbed Jimin's hand and led him to the small tea table set up across the room from his bed. "My mate will soon be here with your gift."Jimin sat in the chair across from her. His body was stiff and heart beat hardly controllable. She watched him as he fidgeted under her gaze. She was kind, trustworthy. Jimin knew that, and yet he couldn't help but feel alienated. He'd been there for weeks, and yet, here he was, feeling like the walls were suddenly closing in on him. He felt more like a prisoner than the Emperor's future mate."You shouldn't worry, love." Hyerin said, moving closer to him from across the table.When Jimin looked up to her, her eyes were so soft and kind that he immediately felt more relaxed. "Do you—Do you know him well?" Jimin asked.If he was really going to live long enough to be the Emperor's mate, he wanted to know what he was getting into. He watched the omega's expression change, but it was in thought, not out of fear or concern, he noted.She hummed, "yes, I suppose I do. I am mated to one of his most trusted commanders." She looked at Jimin's shifting expression, and chuckled softly. "He is kind and gentle."Jimin couldn't believe it. The bloody Emperor that the people called Dragon was kind and gentle? It was unbelievable."The Dragon?" Jimin said, voice bordering on disrespectful, but Jimin trusted Hyerin, even if he shouldn't.The girl laughed softly, "I thought the same thing when I first met the lot of them especially my mate, the Emperor's best friend, who supposedly burned whole towns to the ground during the rebellion."Jimin's eyes grew wide with fright, and he shifted, uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I have no right—""Hoseok is good to me." She blurted with a giant, subconscious smile. "He has never shown me his anger."Jimin stared at her. He was happy for her in that aspect, but it was still frightening. "How long have you and the General been mated?" He asked.Hyerin stood up, excitedly and turned to lower her hanbok collar. There was a much faded mark on the nape of her neck. It looked painful, just like Taehyung's, but for some reason, Jimin craved it for himself. "It's been about three years."Jimin gave her a tiny smile, "do you love him?""No," she admitted, and Jimin almost gasped from surprise.If they weren't in love, then what was their relationship? Jimin looked baffled, he was sure of it.Hyerin just smiled wide as she watched his confusion, amused. "We were arranged on certain circumstances, so yes, we've become close, but it is not love that brings us close. I could not say that I love him." Jimin leaned forward, wanting so badly to know more."Then what, uhm, what do you feel?"She hummed and looked out to the garden for a moment, trying to gather words that Jimin couldn't stand to wait for. He was so intrigued that maybe he wouldn't have to fall in love with the Emperor. "He is my best friend." She finally said, and then elaborated on what she meant for Jimin. "We do not help each other on heats or ruts. He and I both prefer to keep our relationship clear of such intimacy, so he and I deal alone." She explained, but it didn't seem to bother her that she dealt with her heats alone."Enough about me, though," she waved a hand as if brushing off the topic. Her eyes filled with wonder. "Tell me about you, Jiminie—oh—may I call you that?"Jimin's heart fluttered all of the sudden. He felt so much emotion running to his face as he smiled and nodded. Hyerin lit up and gave out a noise of excitement. "Where do you come from? I hear that you were a kitchen servant, is that true?" She didn't mean to be insensitive, Jimin was sure, but he couldn't help but feel a bit below her now.Jimin bit his lip and looked away from her. "I—" he stopped, reliving the horrors from before and recounting the minutes he waited in fear and solitude. "When I was eight, I was kidnapped from my family's farm." Hyerin gasped, a hand slapping over her mouth suddenly.Jimin dejected his head as she looked at him in pity. "I'm sure my pity is that last thing that you want, but that's awful. Were you.. Were you touched?" She asked, and Jimin immediately shook his head. She let out a long sigh of relief. "Please, go on."Jimin nodded, and started to continue. The entire time Hyerin grew more and more upset as Jimin explained. He kept explaining until there was a light knock at the door. An alpha with the strongest scent he'd ever smelled came into the room. He had dark black hair and a sweet smile on his face as he came with a rather large crate. Jimin stood along with Hyerin as she bustled over to the alpha in excitement."Jiminie, your gift is here." She exclaimed, and Jimin came to stand at the bottom of the three steps, watching as the alpha named Hoseok set the crate on the ground.Hoseok came forward, letting Hyerin deal with the box. Jimin backed away rather quickly when Hoseok came closer, so the alpha stopped. His expression was a little hurt, but Jimin ignored it and followed up to his face which was, or at least, looked very kind. Hyerin smiled at him, and Jimin tried hard to give a small bow after Hoseok gave one to him."Hello, Jimin-ssi, it's nice to see you again." He said calmly as Jimin nodded in responseHyerin's head perked up in confusion. "Again? Have you already met?" She asked, and Jimin nodded silently.He couldn't really get the thought of such a kind man burning towns to the ground like Hyerin had told him. He couldn't get the image out of jus head. Hoseok's smile and burning towns behind him, people's screams like fog in his head."I was the one who collected him to stay at the palace as a potential concubine." Hoseok laughed softly. "Congratulations, by the way. I'm sure you will make Namjoon very happy."Jimin's gaze faltered. The way he said it. It sounded as if Jimin was only his toy. His whore."T-Thank you," Jimin managed to mutter.Hoseok then smiled, turning to Hyerin again, "I have much to attend to, that old fart's works me like a pig. Hyerin, I'll see you tonight." He said, laughing, and Hyerin just waved him on as if it was insignificant. Jimin wanted to laugh at the expression Hoseok made after, but held it in as best he could.Once Hoseok was gone, Hyerin came down and pulled Jimin up to see what exactly was inside the box. Jimin's eyes grew large. There was stacks and stacks of new clothing and shoes inside of it. His jaw dropped as he tried to see if it were a joke, but no matter how many articles of clothing he took out, it remained endless."Isn't it wonderful?" She cooed at his expression. "I had the order put in after I heard the news." She giggled and grabbed the first hanbok inside the crate. Jimin watched as she unfolded it. "I got your measurements from your handmaids and had them all custom-made just for you. There should be a few more coming, this isn't all." She said, showing him the one she'd just unfolded. "There are shoes as well, and winter and fall-styled ones, too!" Hyerin went on and on until Jimin prompted them to put the clothing away. She simply scoffed and pushed it until it was out of the way of wandering feet and left it for the attendants to take care of.Hyerin spent the rest of the night with Jimin until Hoseok came back with a distant, soft knock. Hyerin was planted on Jimin's bed with him. They were talking about food and how much Jimin was enjoying it. Hyerin gave him many suggestions that he made a mental list of trying when the alpha stepped inside.Hyerin whined, and Hoseok chuckled, "you must be annoying Jimin-ssi. It's nearly midnight." Jimin hadn't realized how much time they spent together, but he enjoyed not being cooped in his room alone.Hyerin made an annoyed noise before rolling out of Jimin's bed. The mattress bouncing slightly as she climbed off. Hoseok gave Jimin a charming smile, before giving Hyerin a small peck on the forehead."Jimin, you'll catch a cold." Hoseok said, jarring Jimin from his thoughts. "Let me close this door for you." He said, crossing the room to slide the wooden door closed and lock the small latch to keep his fears at bay of wandering intruders. Hoseok then turned back to him with a lovely grin, "goodnight, Jimin-ssi."Jimin just nodded, listening as silence filled his room after the couple left. He was left to his toxic thoughts once more.
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A month went by without the Emperor saying a word to Jimin. He wasn't sure if he was glad or not. If the Emperor lost interest in him, it could mean his decapitation. Hyerin laughed, slapping the table in Jimin's room before telling him otherwise though. Hyerin and Taehyung became regular visitors to Jimin's room. He was glad. He'd also received many gifts from many other palace guests and court members. The people of court seemed to have a passive aggressive way of showing their distaste for Jimin by sending him overly expensive boxes of fabrics with notes mentioning his past class (he'd had Hyerin read them to him because he could not).Today, he was wondering the halls of the palace, finally becoming accustomed to a few routes and hallways, when he turned the corner to see Namjoon surrounded by three other men, including Hoseok and Jeongguk. The other, Jimin did not know.Jimin's heart pounded in his chest when he saw the Emperor speaking to the commanders rather quietly. The omega hadn't seen him in a month, his patience and paranoia was wearing his nerves thinner than parchment.Jimin quickly stepped towards them, breaking the circle of alphas and a beta to stare up at the Emperor. The omega felt a little bit like a puppy. "You—Your majesty." He said, hardly giving a bow before looking up at him with a subconscious pout."Jimin," He said, surprised by his appearance. His scent spiked for some reason. "I forgot you were cooped up in here."So he did forget. Jimin's heart throbbed slightly, his pout growing more evident.The Emperor broke away from his small council and latched a gentle hand onto the omega's shoulder turning him away from the three other men. Jimin's heart rate jumped when Namjoon touched him ever so slightly."Jimin, I'm so sorry, the palace has been bustling. I'm very busy, if you will—""I do not mind." Jimin said, suddenly, interrupting him.The Emperor looked at him with large, surprised eyes. Jimin noticed his mistake of interrupting him, but promptly tried to forget about it, so that, just maybe, the Emperor would as well.Jimin bit his lip softly, avoiding his eye contact, "I wanted to thank you—all of you—" he said, turning to look at the commanders behind Namjoon's broad shoulders. "For the gifts and letters, although I cannot read—""You can't read, Jimin?" The alpha closest to him said with a voice of utter shock. Jimin just shook his head and watched as the other alphas gathered around him and bowed gently. Jimin would never be able to get used to the constant bowing. "Would you like to learn?" Namjoon asked, and Jimin's head reached up to look at him.Jimin stared for a moment. He was always jealous of those who could read. He would look at the letters, run his fingers over the words, but he didn't know what they said. The letters and characters were foreign to him, and he had given up on wanting to learn it a long time ago, after he was told omegas do not need to know how to read or write to do what they do best.The young omega couldn't help but smile at the offer. "I-I would love to," he said, and watched as the alpha's hearts melted in their chests."Good, I will call upon you tonight for dinner as well." He announced, but was too quick to usher Jeongguk towards the omega and leave the circle of commanders that surrounded him.So Jimin was sent off with Jeongguk, who talked to him about getting a tutor to teach him how to read and write. Jimin was so excited as he stepped into his room, bidding his many goodbye's to Jeongguk as he left and shut the door behind him.The omega crossed the room and pulled out the letter that he'd received on his first day along with the hair brush and clothing. It was from Namjoon, but he could not read it, and he was much too embarrassed to ask for help from anyone but Hyerin, so he shoved it into his drawer and left it there. The wax seal was a beautifully detailed dragon and the Emperor's handwriting seemed perfect.Jimin traced a finger over the writing, heart fluttering when he thought about it. Jimin brought the letter to his nose, inhaling the pine and oakwood scent that rubbed off on the parchment. It smelled like him, the Emperor."Namjoon.." Jimin tasted the name on his tongue, smiling softly to himself as he remembered the way the alpha looked at him before. His eyes full of awe and compassion. "Empress.." Jimin said, his body numbing, "E-Empress Jimin.." A shiver ran up his spine, and his mouth sewed shut. He didn't like it, didn't know how to react to it.Jimin stiffened as he realised the Emperor was going to call him for dinner. His whole body froze, and he was quick to stand. Jimin started to prepare himself, striding to his closet to pick a worthy pair of clothes, then to the bathing area to make himself presentable. In the bath, Jimin mentally prepared. His mind filling with every thought possible and making him even more nervous. He had to constantly remind himself that it would be okay and heed Hyerin's words of the Dragon being a kind and gentle man.When he was finished in the bath, he dressed himself in a lovely navy blue and white top, adorned in cute flowers and roses. His pants were a silk rosy pink that hung off his frame just a bit. He wore the earrings gifted to him by Taehyung. They were decorated with three gentle strings of silver that hung from his ears beautifully. Under his blouse, he had a necklace, from who he didn't know, but it was a nice undertone to his unmated neck.Jimin waited, combing through his hair with the white porcelain brush. After doing his hair, he began admiring the jewels that were spiralling up the handle of the brush. It was lovely, a gift from Namjoon himself (he couldn't stop reminding himself of it). Jimin smiled, heart racing in anticipation for the moment the Emperor would call on him.There was a knock on the door, not similar to Hyerin's or Taehyung's. A young boy stepped inside and immediately bowed his head. "The Emperor would like you to join him for dinner."Jimin stiffened and simply nodded without the attendant seeing. He rose to his feet, placing the brush on the bedside table, then stepped towards the young boy. "Will you please take me to him?" He asked the attendant with a kind smile.The boy nodded, so Jimin started following in silence. The Emperor's room was quite far away. While Jimin was on the east side, the Emperor's was almost completely on the other side of the palace (the southwest wing). The doors were big, fancy, and covered in beautiful blue, green, and red jewels. There was gold as well, spiralling and creating harsh gaudy designs. The attendant opened the doors and gave Jimin a nod to enter.The attendant stepped exactly one foot inside, raising his voice, "omega, Jimin, your majesty." He was even introduced like a whore, an omega of many more omegas.Jimin couldn't be caught up in it though. He was too busy looking at the interior of the room. There were couches placed in ways that were anything but random. There were book shelves and tables piled neatly with documents, and a long, dark wood table sitting between the couches like a dinner table. It was a lovely wood with several plates of delicious looking food strewn on top.Jimin's mouth dropped and began watering. There were so many smells from the food alone making his stomach ache, but there was a scent that overpowered the rest. Pine. The smell of the Emperor was evident around the room. It was like a thick fog that covered it and made Jimin's gut tingle with anticipation, or maybe fear.What if he tried to—"Good, you've come." A voice said from the very back of the room. Jimin's hands fidgeted together as he tried to see where it was coming from, to no avail. There were footsteps, then the Emperor emerged from a room in the very back that was blocked with a door. He smiled at Jimin, spreading his arms as if to gesture to the feast in front of him.Jimin bowed to him and stayed planted frozen in the doorway. The Emperor cleared his throat, "come, sit and enjoy this meal with me." He said, so Jimin slowly, hesitantly came to sit across from him on a different couch. The food smell was even stronger, but so was the alpha's own scent. "Please get us the southern wine, it is my favorite." He said, telling the last part to Jimin as the attendant at the door whisked away to do as he was told.Jimin nodded in response, not really knowing what to say as the Emperor simply began piling his plate high with the different foods in front of him. Jimin sat, frozen, watching him until the Emperor looked up, catching his eyes. The omega jumped slightly at the contact. "Jimin, how are you feeling? I'm so sorry for not calling on you sooner." He said and leaned over the table to begin placing his own food onto Jimin's plate. The omega was sure it was his alpha instincts doing it, but it made his heart flutter and face flush.Jimin slowly opened his mouth, "I—I'm well. Thank you for inviting me to dinner." He said, watching as Namjoon then began taking food from the platters and placing it onto Jimin's plate until it was filled. Jimin could never eat so much food in one sitting. "It looks amazing." He said, trying to subtly tell the alpha to stop.When Namjoon realised what he was doing, his ears turned pink in embarrassment. Jimin had never expected him to get embarrassed or even show it. He seemed too confident. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to feed you like you've never eaten." He said, before taking many items of food from his plate and placing it on his own. "But it is delicious." He smiled.Jimin nodded and slowly picked up the metal chopsticks to begin eating. The first thing he ate was amazing and filled his mouth and gut with a bubbling feeling. The Emperor watched him eat, and Jimin couldn't help but squirm under his gaze. Jimin tensed as the Emperor leaned over the table a finger grazing the omega's cheeks and tucking a misplaced hair behind his ear. A warmth fell over Jimin's face at the touch."Those earrings are nice," he said, with a heart seizing smile, "who gifted them to you?""Tae—Taehyung, your majesty."The Emperor chuckled genuinely, and Jimin watched his amused expression. "So you've made friends, I hear?"Jimin nodded, "yes," a slight smile took over, and he could smell the spike in the Emperor's musk, "Taehyung and Hyerin visit me often. I very much enjoy their presence."The Emperor smiled in response and they both turned to see the attendant step back through a crack in the door with a swift, quick bow. "The southern wine you asked for, your grace." He said, while placing the two wine glasses onto the table."Do you drink wine, Jimin?" Namjoon asked as the attendant poured one, large glass.Jimin looked at the deep red color, "I've never had the chance to try any."The Emperor's expression notably changed, and he nodded to the attendant to pour the second glass. The attendant did so."Jimin, have you been enjoying the palace? Is it to your liking?" He asked and brought the wine glass closer to him from where the attendant placed it next to him. He did not yet drink.Jimin watched the boy pour the second glass, the red was dark and looked lovely. Jimin was getting a bit excited to try the liquid for the first time, that he almost forgot to answer the Emperor's question."Jimin.." The Emperor said. It was a gentle voice, only to capture the omega's attention."What—oh—yes, I'm enjoying myself quite a bit." He said, squirming in embarrassment. "I especially like the gardens.""I thought you would." He said, bringing the glass to his lips as the attendant brought Jimin his glass of wine. "I personally suggested that room to you." He smiled, dimples at large on his cheeks. Jimin loved it, wanted to feel them. "The gardens are beautiful this time of year, aren't they?" He said before taking a sip.Jimin took his own glass after a curt nod, and brought it to his lips gently. It smelled sour, and his tastebuds yearned for the new taste. It was interrupted by a much darker voice."Jimin."It was dark, terrifying, if he was honest. Jimin looked up from the glass in his hand and saw the Emperor's livid expression. The omega sucked in the air around him and grew pale as the stale smell of rotting was emitted into the air because of the alpha's anger.Jimin was trying to figure out what he did wrong as the sound of harsh, breaking glass ripped through the air. Jimin flinched and squealed, dropping his own wine glass. It shattered, making Jimin tremble with a whine. "I-I-I am sorry!" Jimin cried, his body was visibly shaking and he avoided the eyes of the Emperor in front of him.The Emperor ignored Jimin, "get Hoseok and Jeongguk, now." He said, standing with the pure rage following as a scent trail behind him, and the attendant left hastily and pale. The Emperor turned back to Jimin, his expression was somewhat less intimidating, but Jimin still flinched when he spoke. "You didn't drink it, did you?" He asked, the hardness of his voice practically slapping Jimin in the face as he stared up at the Emperor.Jimin immediately shook his head. His instincts forcing him to curl over himself in protection. Only a few seconds later, Hoseok entered, a pale face as he saw Namjoon angrily pacing and Jimin trembling on the couch. Hoseok came close to Jimin, his scent calming, making Jimin relax slightly and look up at the commander."Jimin, are you okay? What happened?" Hoseok burdened him with questions before Namjoon noticed him, and then Jeongguk entered with haste."Poison," he blurted, "someone poisoned my favourite wine."Jimin looked at him for a moment and then came the realisation. He stopped Jimin from drinking it because it was poisoned. His heart raced, and he felt so idiotic somehow, but left it when he heard the conversation continue."You drank the poison?" Jeongguk chuckled, and Namjoon glared at him.Hoseok turned back to Jimin with big eyes, "did Jimin—""No, no, of course not." He said, voice hurly and angry as he slung himself back onto the couch. Jimin gasped. It seemed any movement would trigger his fight or flight. He would be stupid to fight the Emperor. Namjoon turned to Jimin, then back to Jeongguk, "Guk, take Jimin back to his room. Call someone to clean up this mess." He demanded, and Jimin perked up at his name.Jeongguk nodded before circling the couch. He held out a hand for Jimin to use, but the omega just stood up himself, ignoring the alpha's gesture. He was still shaken up and confused. Namjoon had taken a few sips of the wine. Jimin's heart sank."Will he die?" Jimin asked, voice quivering with pain and fear.Jeongguk looked at Jimin with big eyes, but chuckled after he heard what the omega said. "That crazy arse? No way." He laughed, and Jimin looked at him like he was mad. "He's made himself invincible to almost every poison I know of." He explain, and Jimin felt a bit better. He still didn't want to know what would happen to the person who poisoned it."H—uhm—How is he.. Immune?" Jimin didn't really know what to call it, but it was interesting.Jeongguk hummed, "he would drink a little at a time so he could build immunity, I suppose." He said, then it turned to silence. "I'm not quite sure."Neither of them said a word to each other until they were at the doors to Jimin's room. Jeongguk opened the door for the omega, and even lit a few candles because it was late at night. Jimin sat, silently on his bed, and watched as Jeongguk made for the door. He turned one more time and smiled to Jimin, who didn't even try to give one back. The alpha bowed before leaving and shutting the door.Jimin went to sleep like that. His thoughts swallowing him as he thought about the Emperor's outburst and how angry he got. This was the same person that Hyerin had called kind and gentle. Jimin was beginning to think the Dragon was a real dragon. He began to think his claws were real as well.
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When Jimin woke up, it wasn't calmly. He jolted up, hands trembling as they held up his body behind him. His hair was falling from his shoulders, but it was still so dark outside. He looked beside him and the candles Jeongguk had lit for him were still burning. The wax was rolling down the side, and it had gotten noticeably shorter than before."Did I wake you?"Jimin squealed. His body pressed against the headboard and body grabbing the closest object to him, his hair brush. His stance was ready to fight, the brush bowed to the intruder and shoulders tense.Jimin's breathing was heavy, sputtering as he watched the Emperor come out from behind the silk fabric curtains over the bed. His hands were raised in the air, as if he was defeated. He had a smirk, but he had thin, tired eyes. Jimin lowered the brush when he saw him, but his fear was still raging wildly.Namjoon came closer and looked down at Jimin as he tried to calm his breathing. "I didn't mean to wake you," he sighed softly, "stupidly, I thought maybe you'd be awake."Jimin watched as he strode over and pulled up one of the table chairs to beside Jimin's bed. The omega sat still, quiet. "I had—had a bad dream." Jimin said, but he couldnt really recall what it was about, all he knew was that he was scared."That's not good." He chuckled, finally sitting down next to Jimin. "I hope you don't mind me being here. I had something important to tell you, before the—uhm," he cleared his throat, then just looked at Jimin, who was staring at him.The omega wasn't quite awake, but he was paying attention. The alpha stood, face a bit disappointed. "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have come." He said, turning to leave.Jimin's heart sped up.No.He was scared."Wait." Jimin said, without realising his hand came to curl around the Emperor's. Jimin's hand was warm against the larger man's. He felt the alpha's heart beat speed up, and his scent spike. Jimin then let go with a flushed face.The Emperor looked down at him, amused. He then sat himself back down and smiled at Jimin, who had finally stopped shaking, for the most part.Jimin bit his lip and looked away, eyes reaching the far corner of the room instead of his dark brown eyes. "Please, tell me you're okay?" Jimin said, voice turning into a whine.The Emperor tensed in front of him at hearing the tone and words Jimin muttered. He smiled, dimples folding into his skin as he did. Jimin blushed. "Yes, I am fine. A little poison will not hurt me, little dove." He said, the nickname making Jimin's heart beat even louder. "I wanted to apologise for lashing out in front of you, Jimin." He said, much more serious than before. His voice was deeper, clearer. "I was angry that it could've have killed you as well." He supported himself, anger boiling as he just thought about it.Jimin hesitantly placed his hand on top of Namjoon's arm, as if to calm him. The larger's gaze flicked to Jimin. His dark eyes full of emotions that Jimin couldn't really decipher. It wasn't mean or hateful. It didn't look spiteful or murderous at all. Jimin's heart felt heavy looking at it. His handsome face came closer as Namjoon set himself down next to Jimin, who tensed at the definite smell. Namjoon's pine scent practically attacked Jimin. The omega inhaled sharply, and the man kept his distance to keep Jimin's fears at bay."It's good." Jimin said, his voice as soft as falling snow. "I-I mean, it's good that you're okay. I—uhm—I'm glad." He corrected himself, looking to the silk sheets laid over his legs.Namjoon watched him shuffle with a smile. It wasn't a smirk, but a lovely, heart wrenching smile. The first genuine one he'd seen from the Emperor. "Do you still fear me, little dove?" He asked, curiously.Jimin's head jerked up in surprise. "I-I never—""Jimin," Namjoon said, voice more stoic than before.The omega looked back into sheets with embarrassment, "I—yes.." His head fell as if expecting punishment.Jimin felt a hand hover before falling again. He hesitantly looked up to see the Emperor looking a little defeated. "There are many more things that you should fear." He said, hands drawing Jimin's attention to them.His whole body went numb, tears prickling at edges of his lashes. The Emperor's hands slid out a dagger. It's handle was strangely shaped, but adorn with gold and speckled with small pearls and a few diamonds as well. The handle of it was made with a dark stained wood that shined even with fingerprints. The blade was sharp and curved. Jimin found it strange, the dagger was a black metallic metal with a few chips taken out of it like it was well used."Do not fear it," Namjoon said, sensing Jimin's discomfort. The alpha held the sword out for Jimin to admire, but it was far away enough for the omega to feel safe. "Beautiful, isn't she?""She?" Jimin mumbled, looking up at the large man.Namjoon chuckled and nodded, "I suppose. Feel it. It's smooth." He suggested. It wasn't a demand, but Jimin still laid his fingers across the flat of the sword. It was smooth, soft even.Jimin's eyes sparkled. "What metal is this?" He asked, smoothing his fingers back up the blade. It was hypnotising.Namjoon brought a hand down to feel it himself. "Not a metal. Rock" he corrected, and Jimin cocked a brow in confusion. "Obsidian.""Obsidian?" Jimin repeated.Namjoon just nodded, noting Jimin's attachment to the blade. "Yes. I hear it's strong and forged by ancient dragons.""Dragons?" Jimin didn't think dragons were real. "They're real?"Namjoon smiled at him, "I'm not sure. I hope so."There was silence, but Jimin wanted to say he hoped there were, too. He never did. He was too afraid and evoked with emotion."She is beautiful." Jimin complimented the sword finally, cheeks reddening slightly. He wasn't sure why he was embarrassed, but it made Namjoon smile again."Isn't she?" He chuckled, and for once Jimin was beginning to think of him as a real human. "I made her myself."Jimin's eyes grew large, almost falling from his head as he gaped. "Yourself? Wha—What? How?"Namjoon placed the dagger onto the bed. It sat on top of Jimin's legs comfortably. "Yes—well—I sculpted her myself, but I'm proud." He explained, eyes dropping a little. Jimin thought it might be a pout."You should be. It's a masterpiece." He said, and he truly meant it."I want you to keep it for me, for now." He said, and Jimin's eyes quickly jolted up to him.He felt his whole body grow stiff. He was asking Jimin to keep it? His prized possession? Jimin's mouth jittered as if he were about to say something, but the words were never able to fall out completely, only in short gasps of surprise."I—M-Me?" Jimin gaped, after he finally spoke at least a broken phrase. "Wha—Why?""It's only to keep you safe, my little dove." He clarified, trying to soothe Jimin's stuttering with gentle words. It was so different from his harsh tantrum before. "I don't want anything happening to my little dove while I am away."Jimin's body fidgeted, and his eyes began to stare at Namjoon with fear. "Away? Where are you going? Will I be alone?" He began bombarding the Emperor with questions on questions. His skin getting increasingly more pale.Namjoon chuckled softly, "there is a rebellion rising in the south, but it is nothing I cannot handle." He explained, but Jimin's worries did not cease. "You will remain here with Hyerin and Taehyung, safely." Jimin's complexion came back to a slightly normal tone. His body was still fidgeting with discomfort."Then why do I need your dagger?" Jimin asked him, but the alpha just smiled."I want you to keep it safe for me, that is all." He smiled, and Jimin grew small where he was.The omega turned his head away, not able to look at the blade. He supposed he didn't mind the Emperor leaving. It did strike a nerve in him, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He would have more days of lonely boredom, but nothing out of the ordinary."I see," the omega muttered.Namjoon took the dagger and moved it closer to Jimin, easily. He watched with caution for any signs from the omega to stop, but Jimin just slowly grabbed the thin handle and gave it another long once over."I should let you rest, omega." He said. The mention of his rank surprising him.Jimin nodded as Namjoon lifted, the bed bouncing when he did. The alpha watched Jimin for a moment. "You can sleep with it—under your pillow." He suggested, and Jimin wasn't sure if it was a hazard or not, but he did as the alpha said and placed the dagger underneath his pillow. It fit perfectly. The dagger was a good bit smaller than it, so he didn't have to worry about cutting himself on it while sleeping.Jimin watched as the Emperor quickly swept to the door. He turned once, looking at Jimin while opening the door slightly. "I will not see you for a while, little dove."Jimin nodded, chest banging softly, but he wasn't sure why. "Thank you, for coming to see me before." Jimin gave him a small smile. The alpha accepted it.His lips pursed gently before he left the room, closing the door softly before padding away hastily.Jimin felt like he could finally breathe as the alpha's presence fell, but the piney musk was still lingering, and it was clingy to the dagger as well. He fell back onto the pillow, his sleepiness comforted by the scent that was sloshing through the room like a breeze.-For the next week and a half, the Emperor, Namjoon, was gone as well as Jeongguk, Hoseok, and the General whose name was Yoongi. Jimin stayed close to his room the entire time. He would walk through the gardens with Hyerin or Taehyung. Admiring the still blooming flowers that were scattered throughout. The sun shined almost every day, too bright for Jimin to stay out for long. So when he would go in, there would be a tutor there, teaching Jimin his new skill. Though, he wasn't very good at it yet.That day was no different. Jimin and Taehyung strolled through the gardens, smelling flowers like good omegas would. Jimin couldn't help but wish he was learning to fight as well as the literature classes. Ever since he got his hands on the Emperor's dagger, he wanted to learn how to use it."Would it be terrible for me to learn some self defence?" Jimin asked with a breathy sigh as he brushed his fingers across a small rose bush. His skin caught on the thorns, and he ripped it away. He hissed, and Taehyung chuckled softly at him."Well, that depends on what you want to learn, doesn't it?" He wondered, his large brown eyes captivated with thought. "What do you want to learn, Minnie?" The new nickname the two had adopted for him made his heart spin with excitement. He was s happy he was making friends."Sword fighting—or maybe how to attack with a dagger?" Jimin said, his voice all confused.Taehyung gave a big eyed look to Jimin, who was pouting beside him. "What in the world would you need that kind of skill for?" He asked, genuinely concerned.Jimin shot an annoyed glance to the beta. "You know, don't you?" He growled, and Taehyung shrugged."More or less, but I'm an officer—in the military." He said, forcing his own hands behind his back as they continued to move their bodies through the greens.Jimin sighed, giving up to defeat. "Maybe the Emperor will teach me." He muttered, and Taehyung laughed."I doubt it." The beta looked down to Jimin, eyes more condescending than Jimin had ever seen before. "You are an omega." Jimin frowned at those words.He pressed his arms tightly together over hischest and blew out a firm huff of annoyance. "I'll teach myself then, since I'm such a good-for-nothing omega." Jimin hissed, voice deep and angry.Taehyung watched as the omega sped up and stepped back into his room through the large open doors. "Jimin, wait—I didn't mean—"Before the beta could say anything at all, Jimin slammed the sliding door shut with great force. Jimin groaned once he was inside, his body moving to grab the dagger from under his pillow. Once he pulled it out, he began swinging it around, carefully. He was graceful about it, but still not quick enough to work well with the obsidian tool."Jimin?" Hyerin's voice made Jimin jolt, his hands dropping the dagger to the ground. The omega squealed as it clanked and seized up. "Isn't that the Emperor's dagger?" She asked, coming closer. She looked concerned for him.Jimin quickly grabbed the dagger from the floor and held it close to his chest. "Y-Yes, he gave it to me." Jimin explained himself with a cracking voice.His long hair was tousled from his several quick movement and his body heaving deep breaths. Hyerin smiled at him, "I'm sure Namjoon would just adore seeing that in your hands." She giggled, "that blade is so precious to him."Jimin looked down at it with enlarged eyes. He figured that it meant a great deal to the Emperor, but if it was precious then he couldn't lose or break it. Jimin crossed the floor and returned the dagger to its resting place under is pillow.Hyerin watched, fascinated. "Under your pillow?" She teased, and Jimin just nodded.He finally caught his breath and breathed like normal. His face hot and bothered from embarrassment as well as exhaustion. "H-He, uhm, said it would be the best place for it.""I'm sure he did. That paranoid bastard." Hyerin laughed, but came down to stand next to Jimin near his bed. She picked up the brush and began brushing through his long, rosy-brown hair. "You have lovely hair, dear. It's so.. dark." She said, and Jimin blushed softly. He always did like his black hair."Thank you." He simply said as she continued to brush the tangles out. "You think I can get the Emperor to teach me some self defence, right?" Jimin asked, thinking back to Taehyung's answers with a creased brow.Hyerin hummed, and then set their bodies onto the bed when she finished brushing his hair. "I'm not sure, I suppose Namjoon would not mind such classes for you." She said, and Jimin liked that answer much more. "He might enjoy it, really."
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Jimin must've fallen asleep while Hyerin was brushing his hair because he awoke to darkness. His body still dressed in the white and red robes clad in golden details from the day before. His long hair was brushed and smooth against his back, and his body was plush against the mattress as well as a pillow, silk blankets keeping him warm, but still something didn't feel right.Jimin tossed onto his side from his comfortable, but itchy spot in bed. His throat echoed a soft groan. And then there was a noise. A shuffle somewhere in the room. Jimin's head jolted upwards from the pillow."H-Hyerin..?" Jimin listened for the sound of his friend's voice, thinking maybe she had slept in his room, since her mate had been gone for a while. He assumed maybe she was lonely, sleeping by herself and decided to join Jimin for once."N-Namjoon?"There was no response, just a footstep, and Jimin froze. His tongue folded in his mouth and his throat went dry. Jimin slowly slid his arm under his pillow, ever so slightly whilst pretending to be laying his head back down to sleep. His fingers wrapped around the handle of the dagger, holding it tightly. The only problem was his mind. He was frazzled, not in the right state to fight someone.His heart hammered in his chest, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to keep his heavy breathing at bay.Someone was in his room. It wasn't Hyerin. The footsteps were too heavy, and ungraceful for it to be an omega. There was a terrible stench in the air, but Jimin couldn't figure out if it was a his fear or not. He stayed as still as he could.His body ticked, and there was another noise, foreign to the omega.Then silence.A drowned out squeal slipped past Jimin's lips as a hand with long, bony fingers wrapped around his ankle, pulling him completely from the bed. The trip caused his head to go fuzzy and unbalanced. Jimin made a loud bump on the ground, his hands still gripping the dagger tightly as he tried to scream. His ribs skid painfully against the floor, making him groan softly. Before he could get out a scream, there were large, sweaty hands sealing his mouth shut, while he struggled. Jimin thrashed and swung the dagger around a few times to wound one of the men or distract them.His dagger slid across skin, and he heard a male hiss violently. He growled and let go of the omega's ankle for a short second. Jimin took full advantage and scrambled from the man's hold around his lips to breathed heavily and get away. He looked everywhere, trying to wait until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Jimin took a few steps back. His eyes just barely adjusting to see two men in all black. Jimin thrashed the dagger around when he heard more footsteps come forward, but his body tumbled after he stepped back one too many times. His backside landed on the dirt ground of the garden—the door to it must've been open. It had to have been how the men got in. Jimin ground his teeth together, and he was up on his hands and knees in seconds, trying to crawl away, but it was too late.The two men were on him faster than he could move away, snatching the dagger from Jimin's hands as he protested, body swinging and slinging from their grip. He was unable to scream because of the hand wrapped tightly around his throat, another on his lips, smothering him. Seconds later, it was his own dagger, pressed to the hilt of his throat."A nice blade." Someone said, voice throaty and terrifying.Jimin stopped struggling and swallowed, nicking his skin on the obsidian. "Stay quiet, omega, or we'll cut your pretty little face." The nasty sounding voice whispered again, the greasy hand on his mouth shaking in anxiety, probably of being caught.His body trembled, heart racing, and mind twisting and turning with so many possibilities and fears. His breath hitched, and he twitched in their hold. His body was arched against the ground, held down by their hands and the dagger.The Emperor's precious dagger, he might add. Jimin wanted to whine, plead with them to leave him alone, to not take the dagger. It was scary, the scariest thing he'd ever been through. They waited for him to nod. He did, gently, not wanting trouble.Jimin couldn't help but whimper as he realised it was happening again. Just like when he was seven.Jimin whined, voice reaching a high pitch. The world turned on an axis as he tried to at least shake himself out. The men pressed the blade closer to his neck, and he inhaled sharply. He didn't let out another breath, fearing the blade would really cut into his neck like butter."There's no fun in cutting 'em, I hear he's gorgeous," the other said, but before Jimin could hear and do anything else there was a sharp, then numbing, pain on the crown of his head. He was struck by the handle of the dagger. His eyes swam in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the moon. It slowly got darker, his head rolling around until everything was complete gone, including his thoughts.It was blank.-Jimin's eyes fluttered open. The sun dancing around and turning his vision all sorts of strange colours. His eyes burned as he tried to avoid the bright orb of light. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut tightly. His entire body seized as he made out the blurry shapes around him. It was people. Jimin's brain scavenged for the night before and made out the bruises from the intense struggling and the cut on his neck from the Emperor's blade. Jimin's mind swam with the possibilities of being kidnapped by men, especially by a group with alpha men. He would most likely not make it out alive, and, if he did, he would've lost his virtue before. That was imminent.There were multiple bumps, and his body was swaying. The omega made out the fact that they were in a wagon. He glanced around, trying not to draw any attention to himself. There were four men inside of the wagon, all keeping to their business. Only two men were alpha, and one was the closest to Jimin. His dark auburn hair sprawled across his forehead in a short haircut.Jimin moved his arms and legs around, only to notice that his body was strung together and bound. He had bindings on his wrists that were forced behind his back as well as a dirty rag sitting between his lips. It was uncomfortable. The dry cloth, rubbed at the corners of his mouth and made it red with irritation. His fingers were numb. The tingling feeling was slowly moving up his wrist and arm.Jimin managed to get the courage to look at the rest of the people. His eyes took in that were few other men outside of the wagon. They were dressed quite drearily and looked almost like poor citizens, but stocked with weapons and knives. The wagon was drawn by a large chestnut brown horse. It was also dressed in bags of food, weaponry, and other reasources."Well, look at that, the whore's finally awake," one of the slimier looking men said, averting the other's attention onto Jimin, who shifted in discomfort."He's a pretty one, isn't 'e?" A man outside of the wagon said while looking in. His teeth were yellow and a gross color compared to the pearly white they should've been.Another few men peered into the wagon, and Jimin looked away, trying not to make eye contact with them. "The rumours are true, then." They all chuckled.The alpha further from Jimin stood up from his crouch and balanced himself as the wagon kept moving, rocking with the bumps in the forest path. Jimin's heart sped up in his chest. It was so loud, he could hear it pumping in his head—throbbing. Jimin's heels pushed against the wagon's floor. His bare feet catching a few splinters as he pushed himself further against the wall. Jimin's shoulders tensed firmly against the wagon's border when he could no longer move back anymore. His breath heaved from his nose, unable to leave his lips because of the gag.Once he was only a few centimetres away from Jimin, the man crouched. His face was beaming with an amused smirk. It was disgusting, Jimin wanted to cry at seeing it. "He really is a jewel, isn't 'e?" He cooed, breath hitting Jimin like a load of horse dung. "What was it they called 'em?" He turned to the large, quiet alpha with a snicker. Jimin watched him with large eyes. "A sight worth remembering, was it? No wonder that damned Serpent picked him." The man's eyes were glowing with malice as he practically devoured Jimin's jaw in his hands. The omega's brows strung together tightly, nervously.Jimin stayed still, furrowing his brows, and the man on top of him snickered, eyes becoming wide. "Look here," he said, hands tightening around Jimin's jaw, bruising it. "What a feisty omega."The others snickered, and Jimin's breath picked up slightly when another, beta, man pulled out Namjoon's obsidian blade from his belt. Jimin huffed softly, body twitching in fear. "He was swinging this around n' cut me real bad." He said, lifting his shirt to show the rest of them the deep wound in his gut. It was stitched and cleaned, but Jimin felt a little proud of himself at how deep and painful it looked. "Nice, isn't it?""It'll do a good price," another man chuckled.The man practically on top of Jimin turned and peered at the two, gaze temporarily off of Jimin. Thank the gods.The man placed the dagger back between his belt and smiled, shaking his head. "No, I'm keepin' this." He chuckled softly, then looked to Jimin with a wide smirk.While the man stood up, the man on top of him was turning back. His hand refinding its place on Jimin's jaw. The omega let out a soft breath before he started shaking. His eyes flicked to all of the men around the wagon. His gaze landed on the only one that didn't come crawling over to him with malicious eyes."Yeah?" The largest of them said, looking to the other two that were slinking closer. "Well, I'm going to take everything that's precious to that bastard." He smirked, hand dropping from the omega's jaw to hook around his neck. Jimin inhaled sharply. "Including his little omega whore."Another man grabbed his arm, but Jimin immediately recoiled and shied away from him. "Your robes are all dirty, let me help you take them off." He said, tugging on the white of his robes until it was nearly off of his shoulders.Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, struggling against his tied wrists with as much force as he could. "I'm sure you'll look even lovelier with my knot." He snickered to the other men, ghosting a hand across Jimin's exposed shoulder.Jimin felt a hand ripe against his hip and another on his knee. The omega squealed under the gag and squirmed under the touch. He managed to get out a muffled "please" from his dried lips."First," The man squeezed his neck, making Jimin tense shakily. He grew close to his ear, whispering, "we'll ravage you." He growled, and Jimin's stomach curled violently. "After that, we'll go south and show off our work to The Emperor, then we'll kill him."South. They were going south.Gross lips grazed over his ear, and Jimin quickly moved his head away. He muffled a hissing groan of disdain."Don't worry, little omega, we'll leave your face unharmed, for now." His voice was dark, and Jimin wanted to throw up."Your face is much too pretty to hurt." Another said, but his fist crushed into Jimin's nose, making the omega hit the back of his head on the wood walls of the wagon."Help," Jimin managed to whimper, feeling his lip bust and nose crack. Seconds later, he felt blood rush down from his nose and lip together.The men all laughed at Jimin's pitiful display, "what a pretty voice, little whore.""That's enough." A harsh, terrifying voice suddenly ripped through the tense air of the wagon. Jimin's glossy eyes turned to the pretty brunette sitting next the edge of the wagon as the men all turned their attentions to him as well. "We have no time to waste on this omega." He scoffed, turning away from the nearly crying, struggling boy.Jimin could smell his musk drifting terribly thick and scarily through the air. Jimin tensed at the horrific smell, but the other men didn't back down.One turned around, crossing his arms over his chest with a stoic expression. "Who the hell do you think you are? Bossing us around like you're some kind of leader." He snapped, "we're all alphas here, Seonggyo."The man peered up at him with a stern, unmoving brow. The stench was not leaving as they spoke. "I'm not, but I would win a fight against any and all of you." He said, confidently.The other growled fiercely, and Jimin felt he would pass out from the horrid stench lingering in the air from each alpha now. "You only want the whore to yourself, isn't that right?"Seonggyo threw his head back in laughter, "maybe I do. What will you do? He's lovely. I'd like to know what the Dragon's whore is like." He said, licking his lips while peering over to Jimin, who froze. "But," he said, flicking his intense gaze back to the alpha's, "we need to get to the south quickly, so codling between an omega's legs is the last thing on any of our lists." He explained, and the alpha and betas seemed to groan in agreement with him.They all scoffed, slowly leaving Jimin's side with annoyed faces and bitter scents.Jimin was grateful, for that moment, but he couldn't trust this alpha, he'd said he would like Jimin as well. He knew too well what that meant. The pain on Jimin's face was finally coming to him because the distractions were gone. His head throbbed, nose and lips had crusting dried blood hardening over them and on his chin as well. Jimin's wrist struggled against the tight bonds again for a moment as he tried to quiet the pounding in his head. Not only that, but Jimin felt the almost crazed need to relieve himself.It would be a long trip to the south. Jimin was certain he wouldn't make it. He had to figure out a way out, and he needed to do it soon.
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"We'll rest here, for now." Seonggyo said, voice loud as the wagon stopped, horse sputtering in exhaustion as a few men came to release it from the wagon.The alpha came close to Jimin, too close for comfort. Jimin pressed his throbbing heels into the wagon floor to get away from him. His lungs huffed eagerly, his limbs shaking and throat leaking small, exhausted whimpers.Jimin had yet to sleep since he woke up two days earlier. His eyes were burning, and his was body tired as well cramped up from being placed in the same position for hours upon hours."Do not worry, I am not here to harm you, omega." Seonggyo soothed, his voice was gentle and pheromones calming.Jimin's body went to slack against the corner of the wagon that he managed to hold himself against. Jimin was trying to put up a fight, but the alpha's scent was so inviting that he couldn't help but relax his taut muscles.Jimin whimpered as the alpha gently touched the gag that was straining between his lips. The man pulled it out, and it fell to his collar. The omega was grateful that the pull against his jaw between his teeth was gone. Jimin licked his lips, saliva already gathering under his tongue. "T-T-Thank you—""Shh," the alpha hushed him gently, looking around at the others for just a moment, before returning Jimin's gaze kindly. It was strange, unsettling. "Do you need something?" He asked, this time his voice was much, much harsher and annoyed. Jimin's body tensed again.Jimin's voice trembled and, because he hadn't talked in a while, was extremely coarse. "I need to—I-I need to go to—to the bathroom.." He whispered, voice as small as a mouse.Seonggyo hesitated for a moment, before standing from his crouch. He pulled a knife from his belt, and Jimin's stomach summer saluted. He began to think he said something to offend him. The alpha roughly pulled Jimin's shoulder away from the back of the wagon. The omega whined softly, his cramped muscles tensing at the much needed movement. With his chin resting on the alpha's shoulder and his body sprawled across his chest, he felt the ropes binding his wrists together being cut apart.It hurt. The muscles in his arms and hands tensing up as they slowly, slowly moved from where they were placed behind his back. Jimin whined softly, groaning as his muscles became tight by his sides. Jimin had no time to stretch before Seonggyo tugged him off of the wagon floor and dragged him towards the edge. The alpha jumped off, before grabbing Jimin's waist and lifting him off of the wagon and onto the floor. Jimin gasped, biting his tongue afterwards, when he caught the attention of others around him."Where are you taking him?" Hodong yelled to him—he began to pick up on each of their names while pretending to be asleep.Seonggyo rolled his eyes, grabbing Jimin's upper arm and walking him into the woods, far enough away to keep the others away. "He's taking a piss!" Seonggyo yelled back, making Jimin blush softly.Jimin was absolutely sick. His stomach curling over itself as he turned around. The younger was having trouble moving his legs without cramps slapping through his gut or legs. Seonggyo's hand slid down the omega's tense arm, but Jimin could feel eyes on his back. He slowly turned his head back around to peer at the alpha. There he was, staring at him with such intense eyes. Jimin tensed and brought his hand up to grab Seonggyo for balance.Some few meters to the forest, away from the dirt path, Seonggyo stopped and placed a hand on a tree. Jimin staggered, ungracefully towards a small clearing just passed Seonggyo, who's eyes were on him. He was so intimidating, pretty face covered in dirt, sweat and a mean frown."Could you—Can you please.. uhm.. turn, please?" Jimin asked, his heart thrumming violently in the chest.Seonggyo's frowned tightened, but he did as Jimin asked and turned around. "Hurry, omega." He snapped, but it was somewhat gentle.Jimin quickly did his business before turning back around. The alpha was holding out a few slices of bread. Jimin looked at the food for a moment, before peering back up to the man with large, confused brows."Take it, Empress."Jimin's body went still at the last word. The alpha mentioned his rank as well as class. He called him 'empress' while the others threw nasty slurs at him like whore.His jaw dropped as Seonggyo shook the pieces in front of his face. Jimin took them and quickly devoured the bread like it was just air. He was hungry—so hungry. His stomach thanked him a million times, but his tongue grew dry and unbearable. He smacked his lips, hands grabbing softly at his sides."W-Water..?" Jimin asked, voice tender.The man gave a soft, sweet smile and then pulled out his canteen. "Of course, your highness." He said, slipping it into the omega's outstretched hands.It was the first someone had ever called him 'empress' or 'your highness'. He didn't really like it. Jimin did like the way the water slid down his throat. Even though it wasn't cold, Jimin was moaning at the hydration.He drew it away from his lips for a moment and returned it to Seonggyo. "You can feel safe around me. I'm with the Emperor—as a spy." The alpha said, and hearing those words was like being able to see for the first time. His limbs shook softly, and he stared at Seonggyo with large eyes. Those eyes started to get glossy and full of a emotion, but a sudden rush of disbelief knocked over his optimism. The alpha could've—probably—lied to him.Jimin's smile fell when the man came closer. It was obvious this alpha was only trying to gain his trust. Jimin felt disgusted, betrayed even. "How can I be sure? You—You're probably lying." Jimin accused.The man seemed to take slight offence, but eventually understood. He pulled out the smallest piece of paper. The front adorn in a dragon seal—like the one on the letter Namjoon wrote him when he first settled into the palace. The alpha handed it to Jimin, who quickly looked it over. He turned it and saw the familiar and beautiful hand writing of Namjoon. His heart felt like it was bursting with joy as he realised Seonggyo was telling the truth. The knot in his stomach tightened, but it felt good."We must go back, now, though."-The next week of travelling was painful and difficult. Although Jimin was free of bindings, it did not stop the cramping of his stomach every time one of the other alpha's would send him a look. Jimin sat stilly in the back of the wagon. His knees drawn up to his chest and face planted into them. His body was exhausted. He'd hardly gotten a wink of sleep in the past week. He fell asleep a few times under Seonggyo's watch, but other than that, it was constant jolting and waking up. He couldn't rest—not surrounded by hungry alphas.Even so, as he was sitting there, curled up in a ball, he couldn't help but doze off, until one of the men suddenly growled, standing up. "I've had enough of this bull shit!" He exclaimed, drawing everyone's attentions to him, even Jimin and Seonggyo. "It's been a week, why have we not touched him?" Bongchol asked, looking to the other alphas for justification, and he earning it with stiffened, proud shoulders."He's right, Seonggyo," another added, standing from his rest against the wagon. "We've got plenty of time at night while we're resting.""You wouldn't be resting, then, would you?" The larger alpha stated with a frown.The men ground their teeth in hysterics as Jimin shifted in the corner. He was growing nervous, fretting over the mention of him and the gross context of it all. He hugged his knees tighter to his chest.Bongchol growled and then turned to Jimin with a furrowed brow. The omega stiffened under his gaze. His eyes were frozen in place with the alpha's, and he couldn't look away."Stop the wagon," Bongchol spat.He was going to die. These alphas were going to ravage him and steal his virtue in the worst way possible. Seonggyo couldn't take all five of them at once. He was only one man, there was no way Jimin would be safe.His body tightened, and he turned to see a blank wall behind him. There was no where to run. Jimin whimpered when he came too close. The omega flinched as the alpha reached a hand out. His body scrunched, but a touch never came.The sound of fabric brushing and stuttered steps filled his ears. When Jimin peaked up, he saw Seonggyo grabbing Bongchol's forearm tightly. Their faces were close, and Jimin was stunned. "Do not touch him." Seonggyo growled, and Jimin's skin crawled. He was so glad this alpha was looking out for him.The alpha in his hold growled, "who the hell—" before he could finish, a blade was pushed deep into the his gut easily like cutting butter. Seonggyo had a look of pure disgust on his face as he rammed it just a little bit deeper.The other alphas weren't sure what was going on, but after the blade was removed, Seonggyo wasted no time in stomping to Jimin and grabbing him up. Jimin yelped, allowing the alpha to whisk him into his arms. He didn't watch as they jumped down from the wagon, the other alphas all picking up arms and beginning to growl, threatening the two.His eyes flipped open when Seonggyo set his sore feet onto the ground, then pushed him forward with as much force as possible. Jimin whimpered, stumbling forward as the other betas all lunged towards Seonggyo. "Run, omega!" He screamed, and so Jimin's feet picked themselves up and began running.Jimin's breath sped up, his legs already becoming sore when he heard rapid footsteps behind him. Jimin whimpered, turning his head around to see Hodong (the smallest alpha) right on top of him. He turned back, eyes in front of him, legs spiking with adrenaline. It was too late though, his long, brown hair was holding him back suddenly. His body recoiled backwards when a sharp, painful tug hit his skull. He squealed, body hitting the hard chest of the aggressor behind him. Jimin was pulled up by his hair. The dark crimson brown hair holding him back in the man's rough hands."Looks like 've caught a little birdie in my claws." He snickered.Jimin's scalp burned. It was s horrid feeling. Jimin's hands whiffed into his own hair, trying to break the grip on it, but it was worth nothing because the alpha was much bigger than Jimin. The young omega turned his head to the side, peering to the weapons between his belt. There was a sword, a big one—probably too big for Hodong's body. Jimin's breath caught in his throat as his hands quickly wrapped around it and pulled the large weapon from its holster.The alpha gasped, but Jimin was able to swing the sword around, but not to strike the alpha. The hair suspended between Jimin's scalp and the man's hand split until it was completely cut from the fist of hair inside of the other's hand. Jimin's hands shook around the sword's handle as his eyes burned, starkly back at the alpha with eyes full of disdain and pain. They scorched the alpha in front of him."Get away from me!" He screeched, voice taut and full of anger.Before Hodong could say anything in response, a blade was shoved through his chest. Jimin gasped, looking away from the scene. "Omega," Seonggyo said once the other fell off of his sword and onto the ground. "Are you okay?" He asked, voice wearing thin.Jimin's knees buckled and his body fell to the forest floor. Fat tears began rolling down his cheeks as he stared at the ground. "You—You—You really are a-a good guy, right?" Jimin mumbled, tears whipping away some of the dirt on his cheeks. "You won't—won't hurt me, will you?" He asked, peering up to the larger man. Jimin's hair was short, hovering just below his jaw in a short, uneven cut.Seonggyo's expression softened, and he crouched down to Jimin's level on the ground. His scent was calm, soothing, and Jimin felt so at home. "It's okay, Jimin, I will not hurt you. I swear on my life." He said, then pulled out a familiar black dagger from his belt.Jimin looked down, inhaling softly. He decided to trust the alpha though when he saw the Emperor's blade being held out to him. Jimin's chest boiled with excitement. "You—It's—you got it back." He said, voice cracking as Jimin slowly took the blade from Seonggyo's hands."Of course, it's the Emperor's precious dagger." He smiled down at Jimin, "he entrusted it to you."Jimin cradled the blade close to his chest, smelling it. It still had Namjoon's pine and mint scent, but it was covered in death and smoke. Even so, Jimin was comforted by the a Emperor's scent. Jimin's muscles loosened.Seonggyo smiled at Jimin. "Can you stand? Walk?" He asked, and Jimin shook his head.He hadn't noticed it while he was running, but his feet got completely shredded by the dry, rough forest floor. Jimin lifted the bottoms of his feet. They were covered in cuts, bruises, and dirt as well. The bloody appearance made Jimin momentarily forget about the pain in his chest and head. Seonggyo grabbed his ankle gently and looked at the bloody foot. He hissed as if he could feel it too."Don't worry." He said, standing up swiftly.Jimin gaped and fell forward. He grabbed ahold of Seonggyo's leg to keep him from leaving. "P-Please—what if more—""Empress," Seonggyo turned back around, crouching once more. He smiled at Jimin. "I must retrieve us a horse. We still have several days until we reach the south, and you cannot walk." He ran a hand over the omega's jaw to coax him away from worry. Jimin frowned softly. "You can protect yourself with the dagger if anyone comes." He then turned his back, jogging away quickly.Jimin's arms fell to gripping the dagger feverishly close to his chest. Several minutes went by, and Jimin couldn't help but react to every noise of the forest, a twig snapped, and Jimin jumped, staring in that direction. A breeze shook through the trees and he shivered with fear that someone was there. After a few minutes, his worries became real, and he was sure his terrified scent would alert alphas in the area. Hooves beat on the ground, crunching the leaves underneath. Jimin's body curled over in fear."Jimin, is something wrong?" Seonggyo emerged from a small clearing. He was on a large chestnut brown horse with a worried expression. He hopped off of the mammal and rushed towards the omega at a fast pace.Jimin looked up at him with eyes wide. "Jimin, it's okay. You're in shock." He said, brushing a smooth thumb over his jaw then on his cheek. Jimin could feel the blood crusted on his jaw flake under his soft fingers. Jimin wrapped his arms around the alpha, pulling him close. "It's okay," Seonggyo said once more. "No one will hurt you now."The younger sobbed into Seonggyo's chest, small fingers tugging at the fabric on his back."No one will ever hurt you again."
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Jimin's eyes ghosted over his hands gently as he turned them to see the bruises. He did it to himself, gripped the sword too tight while trying to get away. He was sitting in front of Seonggyo on the horse as they bumped. His bum began to grow sore as it bumped up and down on the bare back. His feet were aching as well as his lip where it was busted a few days before. There was still blood smeared across his chin and upper lip."Jimin," Seonggyo asked, his voice was very soft and gentle. "Are you okay?"Jimin shifted, "m-my—my bum.. It hurts." Jimin said, half a whine.Seonggyo chuckled, and Jimin almost felt uncomfortable. He was too close to the alpha, could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed softly. "Well, it'll be okay because we're here." He said, and Jimin's head flipped up to see a large fort.It looked like any military base. The large pillars looming over the edge of the forest and large, gated entrance. The thick wall was made of large stones and wood, so sturdy not even the winds of a typhoon could destroy it. It was misty out, almost reaching nightfall, and the eerie mist made it look even more frightening. There was a voice from the very top, grabbing both of their attentions to one of the men at the top of the pillars. The men had their bow and arrows drawn tightly, and Jimin inhaled sharply."State your business with the Southern Fort of Emperor Kim Namjoon!" He snapped at themJimin's face went pale as Seonggyo stiffened behind him. "I'm Kim Seokjin, one of the Emperor's first commanders" he said, but Jimin did not know him by that name.His gaze immediately flicked back to the man carrying him. "S-Seokjin? But you said your name was—""T'was for cover, omega, now sit still." He said, and so Jimin moved to face forward as the gates immediately began opening.Jimin sat as still as he could as the gates opened revealing the courtyard of the expansive fort. "Is—Is he here?" Jimin asked, his body becoming excited and jittery the further in they went.The horse sputtered, "yes, the Emperor is here, Empress." He said, and a smile ghosted over Jimin's lips just barely."J-Jimin!" A familiar voice cried out from across the courtyard.Both Jimin and Seokjin peered over to see Jeongguk running towards them at a full sprint. Seokjin climbed off of the horse, keeping Jimin steady, before he pulled him off as well. Seokjin kept Jimin dipped in his arms neatly. He gave Jeongguk a strong smile while Jimin shifted in his arms to get comfortable.Jeongguk came over, hair out of order on his head and clothes dishevelled. He looked terrible, like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were not their normal perky state, but a drooped form of their old selves. The commander began inspecting every inch of Jimin's body, gasping sharply when he saw the omega's busted lip and torn feet."My god, are you alright, Jimin?" Jeongguk asked, voice quivering as his hands ached to touch the omega, but never did. "Look at what they've done to you.." He said, running a hand down the short, messy hair that hung choppy just passed the boy's ears. He was gentle.His citrus onshore scent dragging against his skin. Jimin could just barely smell a pine scent on him as well, but it was distant—vague.Jimin gave him a small, half smile. "I'm okay."Jeongguk nodded at the refreshing lies Jimin spat. The alpha knew he was in pain, but seemed to act as if he believed Jimin. Jeongguk turned to Seokjin (Jimin was still trying to process the change of names), and his expression dropped to something much more serious. "You have no idea how bad things are here, Jin-hyung."Jimin went rigid with fear. Were they losing?"What's going on? Is Namjoon okay?""No," Jeongguk shook his head, skin pale. Jimin's stomach did a summersault in his belly. "He is—He is beyond angry. Ever since he learned Jimin was kidnapped, he just—just snapped." Jeongguk explained, and Jimin's guts grew taut in Seokjin's arms. "Not even Hoseok or Yoongi could calm him down." He swallowed. "He wanted to burn whole villages, and it took all of us combined to stop him."Jimin's lip quivered. He was so surprised that the Emperor would even care of his disappearance. He could always go and find another omega to please him, maybe even a better one. He and Jimin had only eaten dinner together once, but it was nothing special. He showed his true anger to Jimin that night, but even still, it wasn't focused on him."C-Commander Jeongguk—"Jeongguk quickly turned his attention to Jimin. "Please, Empress, call me Jeongguk or even Kookie." He said with a large, triangular smile.Jimin swallowed, his mouth already dry. "How come he—How come the Emperor cares for me so much..? I've only just met him." Jimin's voice was small, very small.The alpha's expression softened on the omega. His smile faltered for a moment,but Jimin could still feel the warmth from his chest and his numbing scent prickling his cheeks. "Namjoon cares about you. He has decided to make you his own. He protects his own." The alpha said, eyes keen.Jimin's entire body grew warm and his cheeks red. Those words messed with his heart in a new, loving way.Jeongguk immediately turned back to Seokjin. "We need to get you both to Namjoon., Jeongguk glanced to Jimin. "He is—He's livid, right now, Empress, but please don't be scared. He will not hurt you." Jeongguk thoroughly explained to him, and Jimin just nodded, understanding.So Seokjin carried Jimin through the base's smaller palace-like building. It was small, the stairwell to the top floor was thin and claustrophobic. Seokjin had a rough time carrying both Jimin and himself up the narrow tower. In the hallway, it led to the only room on the level. Jeongguk turned to Seokjin, brows furrowed. "Did you kill them? All of them?" He asked.Seokjin scoffed, "what do I look like? A mad man?" He said, tightening a grip on Jimin in his arms. "I would never let those scum hurt Jimin and get away with it." He snapped briskly."Good. That should dispel some tension."Before long, the three were in front of the large wooden door, and Jimin's heart was racing. Jeongguk turned back and made eye-contact with Seokjin then to Jimin. His brows were creased in unease. Jeongguk slowly swung his fist down on the door."I'm coming in, Namjoon-hyung." He announced, before quickly pulling the doors open.Jeongguk walked inside with sturdy steps, and Seokjin followed with Jimin in his arms. There was some sort of meeting being held around a long, dark wood table. It had a yellowish-brown map sprawled across the wood and a few gadgets placed every other spot."Jimin—" Yoongi and Hoseok stood abruptly.Jimin caught a glimpse of Hoseok and Yoongi, but his world stopped moving when he met eyes with the alpha's back. Namjoon was there, his back slowly turning to peer at the intruders.Namjoon was dressed in the finest military uniform. His short, golden brown hair slicked back, and his dark black eyes completely full of rage. Jimin's eyes caught the sword draped across his waist like some kind of hero—or villain.Jimin couldn't tell if it was relief or fear filling him when he made eye contact with that intense stare. His future mate had an expression of pure disdain tracked on his face, but it was slowly turning into one with surprise, brows drawn up, mouth slightly ajar, eyes wider than before, but still dark as the night.When his eyes landed on Jimin's once more, Jimin swore he saw something dark flicker in his obsidian eyes. They flicked from his exhausted eyes to the dry blood adorned on his face and the busted lip, then his eyes followed the path of his choppy, uneven hair as it just barely sat above Jimin's shoulders. There was red and purple bruises on Jimin's neck and thick, dirty cuts peaking out from underneath his feet as Seokjin carried him further in."Seokjin," Namjoon breathed, and Jimin thought he saw fire rolling beneath his tongue. "Everyone, out." His voice was quiet, but anyone could've heard the rage behind it.So they all quickly stood up, leaving the room as quickly as possible, even Jeongguk left. Only Seokjin and Jimin were left. He came closer, and Jimin inhaled sharply, hands gripping the fabric of Seokjin's clothes a bit tighter."What happened?" He asked, once the doors were shut and people gone.Jimin opened his mouth, but Seokjin was quick to speak. "He was kidnapped by a couple of men that I—""I want to know Jimin's side. How did this happen?" He asked, and it was obvious that he was trying to calm down, Seokjin spreading out a calming scent to help him.Jimin stared at him for a long moment. "They came for me.. in my room a few nights after you left." He murmured, and Namjoon stopped."Damn it," he simply muttered under his breath. Then, the alpha was stalking towards him at a quick pace. "Are you okay, my little dove?" He asked, coming, and when Jimin flinched, he stepped back slightly.Jimin took a moment to process his fright, then his aches and pains, before his eyes started to bubble up with large tears. "I'm—I-I.. I was so scared." The omega whimpered, voice quivering as he pressed his tearful face into his plams gently.The look on Namjoon's face was absolutely horrifying. His eyes glinting red like a house fire and lips down turned into a fierce frown. Through his fingers, Jimin could see the Emperor's fists clenching and unclenching.Jimin stayed sniffling in Seokjin's arms, awaiting words of some kind from The Dragon, but all that came were soft, gentle fingers rolling through his short hair. "Come here, little dove." He whispered, and Jimin instantly wrapped his arms around the alpha's strong frame. Seokjin's grip fell as Namjoon's took over. The omega's tight muscles held onto the Emperor like his life depended on it. Namjoon turned back to Seokjin, who watched with warmth in his eyes. "Tell Hoseok to finish the meeting, please." He said, voice much more calm than before. "You go get cleaned up as well. You smell like a pig pin."Seokjin frowned, but looked down at the blood staining his clothing. "You're the one who sent me out to live with those disgusting idiots."Namjoon only gave him an annoyed look. Seokjin nodded, bowing as Namjoon slipped towards the doors.With that, the two left the room. Jimin watched the hallways, the eyes that were planted on him for a moment before turning and placing his face into Namjoon's chest firmly. He tried to calm himself by matching his heart rate to the alpha's, but it didn't seem to work. His whole body was relaxing though. The pine scent becoming much more profound as Namjoon stepped into another, larger room.Jimin looked around the room. It wasn't nearly as decorated as the one in the palace, and it was terribly dark as well. The bed was in the centre of the room. It was round and had such bland tones compared to the silky treasure map in Hanseong. There was a dark wooden desk right across from it, cluttered with lots of parchment. There were a few things thrown around the room, some glass and fresh wine shattered on the floor, too.Jimin didn't get to see much more because he was placed in the centre of Namjoon's round bed. Jimin took in the feeling of comfort beneath his sore bones and muscles. He accidentally let a small moan leave his lips, but Namjoon was too busy staring at Jimin's wounds to realise. His dark eyes were scrutinising him, running all of his body as he laid there. Jimin's body told him to attack, hiss, or growl, but he held it back because it wasn't an angry glare. It was a worried one.Jimin suddenly felt embarrassed. He hadn't even seen himself in a mirror yet, but he knew he looked awful. His hair was cut short, and Jimin could tell it was choppy, greasy, and plain ugly. He wanted to hide himself. His white and red robes completely drenched with dirt and a little blood. He probably looked so horrid, the Emperor would cast him away immediately.Namjoon's brows lifted, knitting together. "How do you feel?" He asked, voice small, concerned as he practically carved Jimin's appearance into his mind.Jimin peered down at himself. He wasn't sure how he felt. He was.. Happy? Relieved, maybe? He didn't even want to ponder on what would've happened to him if Seokjin hadn't been there. A shiver rolled down his spine and a sigh from his lips."Jimin?" He said his name for the first time in about two months, and Jimin loved the sound of it rolling off of Namjoon's tongue.Jimin shook his head after a few moments, "I'm—I'm alright.. I think."Jimin stared off into space as Namjoon panicked a bit in his spot on the edge of the bed. His hand was placed over Jimin's, gently. "You—You must be so emotionally scarred.." He said, almost not finding the correct word for his thoughts. "Do you need a maester? Or-Or the physician—medication?" He asked, but Jimin just stayed silent, listening to him. "I will not be able to free you of the nightmares. I never—never wanted you to go through something so terrible, Jimin. Your body will likely never feel the same.."Jimin's head snot up at his words. His brows furrowing slightly as he took in the meaning of those words. The alpha thought he was..."No," Jimin said immediately, fearing the alpha would not want him if he was defiled. "I was not touched, thanks to Seokjin-hyung."Namjoon's gaze stayed on Jimin for a long time, before Jimin's words took root. "Good—Thats great." He said, quickly. "I did not want for you to ever have to go through any torture. The thought of it makes me so—" he paused, glancing to Jimin, who was listening with tired eyes. "I'm sorry, you should not even have to think of such things, let alone live through them."It was silent for a moment after he spoke. Jimin was too tired, too drained and out of the sorts to answer his words. They were kind, and Jimin could feel his heart warming at each of them. He felt safe, for the first time, while he was with The Dragon. It almost felt unreal."Do you need anything?" He asked, an absent minded hand roaming through Jimin's crimson-tinted brown locks.The omega sighed softly at the feeling of hands on his sore scalp. "Some sleep.. A bath.." Jimin ran his own fingers through his now short hair and frowned. "Maybe a hair cut."Namjoon chuckled and pulled Jimin close to him. The omega's head was firm against his chest. He relaxed in the alpha's hold, enjoying the safety of his scent that was enveloping him tightly like furs in the winter. Namjoon's hands were still folding in and out of his hair gently. Jimin could feel himself purring. An embarrassed blush flooded his cheeks when he couldn't stop himself. The Emperor chuckled softly, continuing and listening contentedly to Jimin's soft purrs."My poor little dove, you really are perfect."
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Jimin's hair was gone. He ran his fingers through it gently. The top was much more voluminous than the sides, which were trimmed so short, he could see his scalp showing through. The further his fingers travelled up, the thicker it became. Though, Jimin couldn't lie, he felt lovely. He was put into lovely robes that an omega wouldn't usually wear, but he felt so comfortable in them. His feet were bandaged and cuts cared for. He got to take a bath and enjoyed it, probably too much.He stared in the mirror, looking over himself while Seokjin cleaned the freshly cut hair from the floor."Will it grow back?" Jimin blurted, hands still running through the carefully styled hair on his head. He admired the flushed out red color that shined through much more now that it was short.Seokjin turned to him for a moment and chuckled. "It will grow back, but do you really want it back?" He asked, and Jimin turned to him quickly.His eyes were wide, hand falling from his hair slowly. Jimin turned back to the mirror, a heavy weight in his chest. "I'm an omega, I should—""I asked you, not the other omegas." Seokjin interrupted swiftly.When Jimin looked at him, his brow was raised. Jimin's cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned away from him. "I-I don't know."Seokjin sighed as he stood up, he had swept up the hair and was throwing it away when he groaned at Jimin. "You look lovely. If you don't believe me, you should go ask Namjoon." He said, snickering when Jimin stiffened."He is busy," Jimin said, voice small as he uttered his excuse.Seokjin smiled in his direction, "I'm sure he would drop his work to come see you. Should I fetch him for you?" He asked.Jimin's lip quivered for a moment in thought. It had only been a few hours, having fallen asleep with him in the room last night. He already missed him. The anxiety in his chest dwelling still from the moment he left the room."Yes, please."Seokjin's head swung around and stared at Jimin. "Am I hearing this right?" He snickered.Jimin turned away from him, cheeks blushing soft pink hues. "I need—I need to return his dagger." Jimin gave another excuse while touching the handle of the weapon gently as it sat on the nightstand next to the bed.Seokjin chuckled, but nodded. "Well, I'll go retrieve him right away, Empress." He jested, but at hearing it, Jimin s whole body went rigid with surprise.The omega ignored it and watched from his peripheral as Seokjin slipped out of the room with another snicker. Jimin frowned, but let himself fall into the bed, his fingers remaining placed gently on top of the handle. Jimin inhaled slowly, taking in the minty scent that was mixed with new spices. Ease slowly spread through his body as he picked up the dagger to inspect it like he had everyday before he was taken.A shiver ran up his spine as he just barely thought about the occurrence. He still remembered how frightened he was. He thought he was done for. He would be raped and then killed like an animal for slaughter.Jimin tried to keep his eyes from fluttering shut. He stayed like that for longer than it felt, going in and out of consciousness and waking himself when his kids finally closed. Jimin shook himself up once more when there was a knock on the door. Jimin's body went rigid. He couldn't help but hunk back to the men that took him. Jimin grabbed the dagger as they opened the door, his knuckles going white with how tight he gripping the handle. He quickly pulled it into his robes to hide it from the intruder."Jimin?" A familiar voice called out, but his grip didn't loosen.The omega watched as Namjoon peaked his head into the room. His eyes darted around the room until they fell on Jimin, who was slowly loosening his grip on the dagger hidden in his robes. When the alpha saw Jimin sitting on the bed, he smiled and came a bit further in. Jimin completely dropped the dagger hidden in his robes, leaving it to weight heavy."You wanted to see me?"Jimin gave him a small smile. The omega couldn't help but run a hand through is cut hair, looking away from the alpha as he cheeks flushed a soft red. "Y-Yes.." He said softly.The larger inhaled sharply, holding himself just above Jimin. The omega looked up at him from his place in bed. When Namjoon fell to his knees, the omega's eyes followed him. A purr slipped through his lips when the alpha sudden ran a hand through Jimin's short, stippling hair and then through the luscious thick locks on the crown of his head."My little dove, aren't you lovely?"Jimin's face flushed a bright, bright color, but he couldn't seemed to look away from those dark, dark eyes as they stared at him with such passion. The alpha continued running his hands through his little omega's hair. Jimin crooned at the feeling of fingers through his hair. It was still stiff, his head still thrumming with pain every few hours. Although the fingers through his hair felt so good, he began leaned into the touch, body just barely shivering and lips spilling purrs. He would've been embarrassed if it didn't feel so good compared to his headache.Namjoon's movements halted for a moment, and Jimin looked up at him with big eyes. "What did you want to see me for? Is anything wrong?" He asked, removing his fingers from Jimin's scalp.Jimin revoked the urge to pout at the loss and quickly grabbed the dagger nestled between his clothing. Namjoon looked down at it, his eyes becoming large and full of light. "I—uhm—I returned it." He mumbled softly, and Namjoon took the dagger with a smile"Thank you for keeping it safe."Jimin shook his head gently, "I didn't—I lost it. It was Seokjin-hyung who found it for me." The omega explained, bowing head in disappointment.Namjoon hesitantly brought a hand to cup the smaller's cheek, moving his eyes back up to the alpha's soft expression. "You still brought it back to me."Jimin shied away from him for a moment, before turning back. They were so close. Jimin's nose was almost burning with how much of the alpha's musk he was breathing in. He felt so calmed, relaxed. The anxiety he felt before wasn't even bubbling in his chest anymore. He wasn't sure why was so calm next to a man that he feared so much."Will you tell me about you—your life, I mean?" Jimin blurted.His jaw slapped shut when he saw the Emperor's eyes darken slightly. "If that is what you want, little dove." His hand left Jimin's cheek slowly, and Jimin hated the lack of warmth.Jimin just nodded slowly."What do you want to know, little dove?"The omega's eyes trailed across a long scar. It was pale, hardly noticeable, but obviously painful. His fingers than trailed across it until it hid behind his clothing. "What did—Where did you get all of these scars?" Jimin asked, eyes flickering up to the alpha's, who stood up.Namjoon stared at him, then touched his small, soft hand. "The end of the revolution. The late Emperor tried to kill me." He said, tongue sour with hose words.Jimin's body went stiff. He'd forgotten who exactly this man was. That which people called the Dragon. A person who killed the entire royal family. The person who burned villages to the ground for simply disagreeing with him. The man who slaughtered omegas and children and enslaved others who disobeyed."You have a right to be terrified of me," he said, suddenly, sensing Jimin's fear. "What kind of little bird is not afraid of a dragon?"Jimin looked away from him, eyes thin. "You—You've killed people."Jimin couldn't look in his eyes, but he could tell the alpha was seeping something of amusement and disdain. "Yes, I have killed many people." He chuckled. "If you're going to be my mate, then you must accept this." Jimin glanced at him. He was smiling. "I am not nice, so do look at me with those eyes that believe I am kind. I care for you and others, but never forget that I am The Dragon, the Emperor that burned cities to ground and killed innocent's who got my way."In those words, in that very moment, Jimin has never been more afraid of him. The Emperor. The Dragon.Jimin stayed silent. His hands shaking in his lap as Namjoon looked down at him with fierce eyes. The backs of Jimin's eyes burned at the intensity of his scent. It was a new scent. A confident scent, but still pine and oak.When the alpha's hand came down to touch him, Jimin jerked away, frightened out of his mind. The Emperor brought his hand away quickly with a shaky inhale."Jimin." He said, voice wearing thin. Jimin looked up at him, but his eyes were darting everywhere except him. "Do not believe for a moment that I would ever even think about hurting you."After those few words, Namjoon hooked the dagger to his belt, and the alpha left, but his scent did not. It was still burning his eyes, and his skin was burning from fear and embarrassment.He didn't know what to think. The alpha was scary—no, terrifying, but Jimin wasn't sure he could ever think that he would hurt him. Maybe at first, but now it was much less of a possibility. Jimin suddenly wanted so badly to go home—back to the palace. He wanted to go back to the times when the alpha never came to see him, when it was only Hyerin, Taehyung, and occasionally Jeongguk or Hoseok. It might've been a scary thought—going back to the place that he was taken from, but at that moment he wanted to go anywhere that didn't have the alpha's scent. He wanted to crawl out of his skin.So Jimin paced around the room, biting on his nails as his head started to throb again. Eventually he landed on the bed, his mind going blank with only the thought of dread leaking from his soft sighs.God, he hoped the alpha wouldn't come back to sleep in the same bed as him.
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A few days had passed since Jimin grew more scared of the Emperor. His nerves had calmed, but every night was a struggle because every move he would think it was the alpha come to steal the bed. Jimin wondered if he'd simply moved to another room. He wondered if the fort was even large enough for that, but Jimin didn't dwell on it long.Seokjin delivered him a couple of silks, so that he did not have to continue stealing from the emperor. Jimin was told the clothing came from a nearby village with a seamstress that's has the loveliest silks in the south. Jimin spent an afternoon sifting through the clothes. They were lovely fall and winter colours, even a light blue cloak was thrown in the pile. It was heavy and made of a soft, fur material. Jimin felt warm just looking at it.When he got bored of waiting in the room, Jimin decided he would leave it to go explore a bit more. It was much smaller than the palace, easier to navigate and harder to get lost in.Jimin found himself in the expansive courtyard of the base. His feet carried him on the inside walls that shade anything under it in darkness. Jimin watched as alphas and betas both trained. The smell of steel burning and sparks flying as well as the loud clashing of metal and grunts from them.He felt jealous, watching them swing the large metal swords around. He wished he could do it. His past owner taught him a few times how to wield a smaller, thinner sword. He missed being able to train with him and learn the art of defence. He'd also been taught archery, and Jimin was good at that as well. He enjoyed feeling the bow's end graze against his cheek as he let it go. He would hit a bullseye every time.Jimin emerged from the shadows and stepped across the rather muddied dirt ground. His path was suddenly blocked by a large person, who smelled of ash-wood and searing steel. Jimin inhaled sharply, and his eyes fluttered up to see a tall alpha woman standing above him. She gave him hardly any space to even breathe. He took a few steps back and tried to go around her, but the sly smirk said otherwise, and she stepped back in front of him."I thought omega whores weren't allowed on base." She snickered, her eyes moving up and down his frame.There that word was again, too, whore. Jimin's jaw tightened, and he felt like he needed to cover himself up with ten more layers—like she could see through his thick clothing.She stepped closer when Jimin took a step back. His lips parted, and he tried one more time to go around, but she placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Jimin's body went stiff. "Where are you off to? Did one of the generals send for you?" She asked, her smirk only growing as she pulled Jimin back, but he immediately shook her hand free with an annoyed frown. She chuckled, "feisty. I'll bet it was General Jung—""My—" Jimin started, his tongue quivering "My name is Park Jimin, I'm not a whore.""I don't care for your name, omega." She scoffed and grabbed his wrist, but Jimin slapped her hand away. Her gaze darkened angrily, and something frightening coiled in Jimin's stomach.Jimin frowned at her anyway, keeping up his confidence as much as possible, even though he was frightened. She was clearly taller and had much more muscle than him as an alpha. She could easily beat him in hand to hand combat—which he wasn't exactly practicing daily like her.Jimin took a step back when she lunged for him, but there was a harsh hand grabbing her's and a sharp, terrifying scent that lashed through the air. It was another alpha."You should learn who your superior's are quickly, soldier." A girl's voice said, and even Jimin got a little scared of how stern she was.The alpha whimpered softly. Their arm still stuck in the woman's claws, digging in, even through the clothing. The woman wasn't looking at the taller alpha girl, she was simply staring at nothing. Her eyes thin and dark, hair laid on her shoulders in a long style."This is Park Jimin." She spat, and the way his name sounded coming out of her mouth was frightening, but respectful. It was something he wasn't used to. "The esteemed omega that will soon be the mate of our Emperor and then become our very own Empress." Jimin was surprised to hear those words, but even more surprised to see the alpha girl's expression of horror that settled on Jimin.She immediately bowed down. A string of long, almost sobbing apologies came running from her lips so quickly that Jimin almost didn't understand it.The woman holding her let go and growled out another command while pressing her hands behind her back. "Go." She simply spat, and Jimin felt so intimidated by it that when she bowed, he flinched. "It's dangerous out here, Empress. You shouldn't be alone." She told him, and Jimin knew why.When he looked away from her, he could see all of the glances he was receiving from the surrounding alphas and betas.Jimin bowed his head slightly. "Thank you, uhm.." He waited for her to say her name.Before she could, a familiar voice called out to her, "Dawon," Hoseok said, stepping over to them quickly. "What is Jimin doing here?" He said, trying to be quiet, but Jimin could obviously hear him.They argued for a moment simply about what had just happened, before Hoseok turned back to Jimin with a smile. "I see you met my sister, Jung Dawon." He introduced, and she offered Jimin a kind smile, which he returned. "Is there something you need?" He asked, obvious that he'd just been training himself through his heavy breaths."I wanted to get out of the room." He explained, "I—uhm—I wanted to try and train with you."He'd never seen Hoseok so surprised. Dawon simply smiled, "I'm sure my brother would be more than happy to help you with that." She snickered.Hoseok turned to her with a horrified face. "It's too dangerous, you wouldn't want—""Please." Jimin spat, expression grim. "Please, don't tell me what I want."Hoseok's jaw slammed shut, and Dawon chuckled beside him. The alpha's mouth moved in thought, but he didn't speak. "Listen to the Empress, brother." She smiled, before stepping away with a swing of her hips.Hoseok watched her step away with his mouth ajar. It shut once more, and Jimin was stuck staring at him. "Empress, are you sure—""My name is Jimin, and I'm sure, Hoseok-hyung." He said, standing tall, but the alpha still looked down at him with concern on his brow.Hoseok hesitated, but eventually pressed a hand to the small of Jimin's back, leading him to a more secluded area. Jeongguk was there. A long, heavy sword in his hand. The young general turned around with a smile."Hoseok-hyung, you should—" When Jeongguk saw Jimin, his smile faded into surprise, and he stopped talking. "Jimin." He said, but it was more of a question.Jimin gave him a small smile, "I'd like to train with you." He turned to another young man, a beta, who was much younger than all of them. Jimin didnt recognise him. "Who is this?" He asked, feeling quite comfortable with the generals.Hoseok's lip shook, but Jeongguk smiled and brought the young beta forward. "This is Daehee, he's training to become an officer, so why don't you and him spar?" He smirked, but Hoseok didn't seem too pleased with it.The young beta didn't seem to happy about it either. He turned to Jeongguk with a furrowed brow and whispered something that the older just swatted away. The young general's face was drawn up with a smile—Hoseok's with a frown.He watched as Jimin looked around the small training area, his eyes catching on a long thin blade that suited his skills. The omega stepped over to it and picked it up with a dainty hand. He swished it around skillfully, surprising both Hoseok and Jeongguk. The Daehee swung his much larger sword around with a grunt, and Jimin smiled softly. His shyness suddenly dissipating.Jimin waited for the younger to swing first, and he did, rather forcefully. It was slow though, easy for Jimin to avoid. The next move was Daehee again, swinging back down, this time much faster. Jimin lunged forward, his arm slipping up until the blade was perched right underneath his neck. The sharp blade poised just barely grazing the hairs above his corroded artery. Daehee inhaled at the feeling. Jimin watched him with thin eyes, he hadn't held a sword in so long. He slowly took the sword away and turned to place it back."Where did you learn that?" Jeongguk asked, his eyes bulging from his head.Jimin turned, eyes full of emotion from his past. "My former owner taught me and the others, but I'm-I'm a little out of practice, I suppose."Hoseok stepped forward, a smirk on his lips and arms cross tightly over his chest. "How is it that you were caught by those men, then?" He snickered, but Jimin stiffened at the question.His head throbbed at the thought of those men and his fingers began to shake. "I-I wasn't expecting them... Plus, I never learned hand to hand..." He said softly, remembering how his former owner would lash him for not doing good enough. He could still feel the whip crashing against the muscles on his back. Jimin swallowed, "that's why—that's why I was a kitchen wench." He said, voice growing softer and softer with each word until he was only mumbling. Jimin quickly fumbled with the sword until it was back in it's place on a rack.Hoseok came closer, eyes drawn with worry. "Jimin?" He said, hand coming forward to touch him, but the omega quickly pulled away, inhaling sharply. "Jimin, your swordsmanship is lovely—like a dancer." He smiled at the omega, and Jimin offered a very small one in return.The omega bowed, head of short hair falling and catching the setting sun in it's soft brown glory. "Thank you, Hoseok-hyung." He nodded, before Jeongguk stepped over to him with large, happy eyes.The young alpha placed a secure hand to the taut muscles between Jimin's shoulder blades. He radiated warmth, so Jimin allowed his touch. "We're heading to dinner, would you like to come and eat with us?"Jimin raised his brows, "am I allowed?"Hoseok and Jeongguk chuckled softly, "of course, you're allowed." Hoseok smiled at him, walking with Daehee close to his side, also smiling as they stepped into the base.Jimin didn't watch as they led him to the dinning hall. He was too busy laughing the entire time. The three boys cracking jokes and telling secrets of Namjoon that made him seem much less scary. They told him stories of the Emperor being pranked in his study with an omega, and then about how much of a bad cook he is. They told Jimin that he was so bad, they all got terribly ill the next week. Jimin laughed with them as they shared their own and each other's embarrassing stories until the reached the large doors of the hall, and every head flicked away from their conversations and onto the three.Jimin became rigid under their gazed, but the other three just kept on talking, leading Jimin to an empty table. There was only one person sitting at the table, peacefully eating jus food until the rambunctious four came to sit by him.The general, Jimin knew to be Yoongi, looked up with rather tired eyes me but Jimin had observed that those were his normal eyed. He looked kind and soft—like a kitten. Jimin smiled back at him, when he smiled."Jimin," he bowed his head gently. He then turned to the other three with a stoic glare. "You three are drawing so much attention." He grumbled softly, before shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth.Hoseok laughed and slapped the beta on the back. "Come on, Yoongi-hyung! Get loud with us."The youngest alpha turned to Jimin as he and Daehee stood up to get food. "Jimin, what do you want to eat?" He asked, and Jimin wasn't sure what to say. He'd had food brought to him all hours of the day, not really asking for anything."I-I don't know..""That's alright," he cooed, "I'll just get enough for both of us and you can eat off of my plate." He insisted, so Jimin just assumed he couldn't say no.While he waited for food, he listened to Yoongi and Hoseok talk. His eyes began to slowly look around the room. It was full of eyes wandering on him and off of him multiple times. He assumed he could be smelled for miles in a room full of alpha pheromones. It smelled like sweat, mostly, then steel and metal as well as strong earthy tones that had Jimin's nose burning as well as his eyes."Jimin," a familiar voice called out. The omega looked over to see Seokjin joining the end of their table with a big smile. "Nice of you to grace us with your presence." He said, and Jimin was suddenly thinking back to his first encounter with the Emperor.Jimin casted his head down, blushing at the implication. "Hello, Seokjin-hyung." He smiled, a new waft of scent climbing up his nose, but it wasn't the one he was looking for.Jimin started to wonder where a Namjoon was as Daehee and Jeongguk returned to the table, each with a large plate of food. Jeongguk's was large enough to feed the entire room. The young alpha sat himself next to Jimin with a keen smile."Eat all you want, Jimin." He said as he began to dig in as well.Jimin wasn't hungry, hadn't been for a while, but he ate a few bites of food to appease Jeongguk and the others. Once he knew he couldn't take anymore, Jimin sat there, listening to the others talk. His nose had never felt so assaulted before. His head was beginning to hurt, and he could already feel himself dizzying due to the string scents all invading his nostrils.Jimin swayed, nostrils flaring slightly. His brain muddled with thoughts of Namjoon, wondering where he was, what he was doing, how he was feeling."Jimin?" Jeongguk nudged him, and Jimin felt his whole world spin. The omega whimpered and gripped the table tightly as his vision slowly levelled itself. "Jimin, are you okay?" He asked again, but when he saw Jimin's inability to speak back, he stood. "It's too much for him in here." He said, but his voice was muffled by Jimin's thoughts.The omega stood. His body settling itself quickly. "I'm okay." He blurted. "I'm going back to my room." When Jeongguk placed a hand on his shoulder, he shook it off. "Alone.""Namjoon will be there, Jimin." Seokjin warned, steadily from the other end of the table. Jimin looked at him for a moment. "He needs rest, so please do be careful not to wake him." He said sternly.Jimin just nodded before hastily waltzing out of the room. As soon as he stepped out, his lungs filled themselves with fresh air, though still muddled with alpha scent, it was much better than before. He breathed in and out, suddenly missing the gardens of the palace.
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Jimin was hesitant walking down the halls after he regained most of his composure. His head still felt fuzzy, but it was more due to the thought of sharing a bed with the alpha. He hadn't thought about it the first night, being too beat up and tired to realise.Now, coming upon the door to his room, Jimin was scared. He breathed in, the harsh minty pine coming through the door to make his shoulders relax and body feel weightless. Jimin snapped himself out of the scent and laid a hand on the door knob. He swallowed and turned it.It was silent, more silent than even the nights Jimin spent alone in the room. The crickets weren't chirping to keep him at ease. There wasn't the small rustling of trees outside or anything the make the air any less tense. The good thing about no noise was that the Emperor was surely asleep. That point was proven when he saw a large body laid across the top of the bed, his military clothes still on, and his shoes hanging off of the bed, still on his feet. His long, thick arms were wrapped around a pillow, face shoved into it as well. Jimin watched as his back rose and fell with his calm, sleepy breaths.The omega stood in the centre of the room, his hands balled into fists as he contemplated what to do. The Emperor hadn't slept in days, Jimin didn't want to bother him, but the other part of Jimin wanted to go and snuggle up to him. Even with those feelings, he was still scared—not of getting harmed, just maybe yelled at, or emotionally scarred by him.Jimin tip-toed towards the large stack of clothes he was given from Yoongi, who was only a bit larger than him in clothing. He pulled out a large, thick robe and then froze again when the alpha shifted in bed. Jimin stayed still, the robe tightly between his arms, so tight that he couldn't breathe.He didn't know if he should change right there. It's not like the alpha hadn't seen his body before—well, at least the top half. He still felt so open, invaded if he undressed right there. Even if he was still asleep, to Jimin, it felt as if he was there, touching him with his dark eyes.Jimin stood there, staring at the sleeping alpha. His grip tightened and loosened as he slowly set the fabrics down on the desk just to his left. Jimin swallowed and pulled the string that held his robes together. The small slip of fabric loomed in his hand and the rest of his clothing dropping off of his frame. He looked up, he was still asleep. Jimin continued, pulling the clothes from his body completely. He would look up every few seconds to make sure the alpha was still sleeping. Every time, he was. Jimin finished shortly, the black and white robe was loose on his frame.Jimin gently climbed into the bed. It dipped under his weight, and Jimin inhaled sharply when Namjoon shifted. He slowly, slowly shifted into a comfortable position right beside the larger man. He was so close. His pine smell pounding against the inside of Jimin's skull. He was screaming silently at their closeness, but Jimin just looked at him as he slept so soundly."Namjoon," Jimin whispered softly, trying the name out on his own tongue."Kim Namjoon." He said again, smiling to himself."You're not so scary when you're sleeping, are you?" Jimin laughed to himself, silently, as to not wake him.Jimin stared intently onto his face. The alpha looked so calm, so peaceful, and—somehow—innocent while he was asleep. It was strange how different he looked—it was kind of... cute.Jimin whisked a hand across the few locks of hair that were falling from the older's sheen, slick hair. "Namjoon..""What?"Jimin's jaw slapped shut.Jimin quickly pulled himself away, his hands tightening around the silky sheets of the bed. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so bold, your majesty—""No, no, please," he said, voice groggy, deep. "Call me anything you'd like, including my name, little dove.""I—I'm—I—okay.." Jimin said. His eyes cast to the thin folds in the sheets.Namjoon smoothed a hand over Jimin's cheek, pulling his gaze back up to the alpha's face. Jimin wasn't scared, even though he was awake now. His heart was beating with butterflies, nervousness.He frowned, but it was of sadness, not anger. "Are you truly that frightened of me, little dove?" He asked, and Jimin went silent.He didn't know what to say, he shouldn't lie to him. More like, he couldn't lie to him. Namjoon would know, and Jimin was a bad liar. Anyone would know."I am," he simply said, eyes glancing everywhere but Namjoon's dark eyes.Jimin could see the slant of his eyes grown more steep, more intense, but he ignored it. His stomach twisting slowly.Namjoon sighed softly, then his hand left Jimin's cheek. He lifted his body up off of the bed, and something really died inside of Jimin as the alpha's scent was pulled away with his movements. The bed lifted slightly, and Jimin couldn't rack up the courage to watch him leave or to grab his attention or to pull him back. He sat there in bed, listening as the alpha stretched, giving him plenty of time to call or reach out for him."I must be leaving anyways, you may sleep alone, Jimin." He said, voice colder than normal as he straightened himself out quickly.Before he walked out, Jimin's body threw itself upwards. "Wait!"Namjoon turned around, tired eyes wide with surprise.Jimin bit his lip. He didn't know what to say, do he said anything he could to keep him just a little longer. "My heat—" he inhaled sharply at his own words.Namjoon's eyes grew wide, confused. "Your—Your heat? Is something wrong?" He asked, brows knitting in worry.Jimin shook his head quickly, trying to regain the courage he had before and finish his sentence. "Soon—It is soon..." He said, and it was the truth. His heat was coming, and he couldn't do anything about it.Namjoon's surprise faded into realisation. He nodded, "I will not touch you, if you do not want me to. You can stay wherever you'd like—guarded—until it passes." He explained, voice heavy. "I need to leave, now." He said, and before Jimin could even open his mouth or move forward, the alpha was out the door, closing it behind him.Jimin's body sank into the bed. His mind going blank with regret. He wasn't sure what the feelings meant, but whenever he was around Namjoon, his senses went haywire. He felt flustered, uneasy, and nervous every time. Jimin got the oddest sensation of butterflies in his stomach, but without his scent, they would turn to nothing. He would feel lost, confused, and skittish without the alpha in sight. His brain would play tricks on him and his stomach would hurt sometimes.Jimin knew what it was. The problem he had was not believing.So he climbed out of bed and crawled onto the window sill of the only window in the room. It was letting bright, moonlight spill in as if it were daytime. His stomach ached as he tried to calm it with counting stars or making shapes out of the clouds that slowly passed and changed as they covered the moon briefly.He didn't know what he was doing, but it reached hours he didn't know existed. He would dose off. Then, the doors to his room opened, slowly quietly. Jimin's head whisked around to see a tall figure entering. The moon was hidden by a dense, black cloud, so the rest of the room was also pitch black.Jimin's feet were light as a feather as he slinked around the room stealthily. The figure loomed over the bed, but the person's scent was covered with the pine from the alpha that lived there. Jimin grabbed a book that was on the desk and snuck behind the figure that stood there, unmoving. Jimin's breath was jittery, but he held it as he stood right behind the man.The omega held the book up in the air and slung it down. His lips pursing and fingers shaking as it hit something, at least. When he pulled the book back to deal another blow, it wouldn't move. It was like it had become apart of the figure when he slammed the book into them.Jimin yelped, falling backwards as the man turned around to reveal his disfigured, disheveled face. He was someone Jimin knew. One of the men tasked with kidnapping him. He had the treasured obsidian dagger plunged deep within his skull as he stepped forward. Jimin's body fell backwards with fear as a soundless scream came from his lips.Blood began falling from the wound in the intruder's eye and staining the wooden floor of the Emperor's room. Jimin flipping onto his knees and scrambled away. His hands caught onto a thin sword, and he gained the courage to stand up, only to be met with, now, three of the men from before, looming over him with dead, disgusting faces. Their eyes glazed with the appearance of death all over them.He knew he was dreaming now, something not feeling right, not real about it all. And yetJimin screamed again, but nothing came out. One of them grabbed onto him, pulling him to the ground where they began attacking him like mad dogs on a lonesome bitch. He kicked and punched them away from his body, and it should have worked, but they continued to grow arms and pounce on him again and again until savage yells and shouts were all that filled his ears andJimin gasped, body clawing upwards as his entire body shivered multiple times. His shaking hands grabbed ahold of the window frame that he'd fallen asleep on. A whimper or two fell from his lips as his feet met the ground. He looked towards the woods below, body still shaking like a wet animal. There was no one in the courtyard—unnatural. It was bright outside, a sunny new day. Jimin turned his quivering self towards the door and his ears filled with the same yells and shouts that he'd heard in his dream. A fearful ache stunned through him as he wrapped his arms around himself tightly. Still shaking."W-What's going—going on?" Jimin's shaking hand slid across the wall as his body carried him out of his room. His lungs were heaving out heavy breaths, and his knees would suddenly buckle under fear as he rushed through the empty halls towards the sound of shouts.His clothes were almost halfway off of his frame, but he couldn't be bothered by that. Couldn't even be bothered by the fact that he was still in his nightwear, thin and revealing to his tiny waist and muscular legs.He wanted to know what was happening. His dream probably fuelling his fear more than it should've have, but he was so scared that his eyes were watering with terror.Jimin found himself standing in the largest open room of the barracks. A crowd of the Emperor's soldiers gathered in the centre, and Jimin could just barely see Namjoon holding a glare so dark, Jimin gasped. He was standing in the very back of the crowd, trying to see something, anything.Eventually, Jimin stepped forward, body shivering as he forcefully pushed himself passed many alphas and betas, but he couldn't be bothered by their sneers. Jimin made it to the front of the crowd after brushing passed many shoulders and pushing more out of the way. Jimin stood in the ring of men and women that stood circling the Emperor and a man, kneeling in front of the alpha.He was an older man, beta. His greying, dark brown hair and thin brown eyes couldn't hide the sneer that was on his face. It was someone Jimin had seen before, waltzing around the fort with thin eyes and a frown most of the time. He glared at Namjoon with a rage that Jimin could only label as hate. He had no bindings. He was kneeling in front of the alpha, making not a single move to run away or hide—not that he could, surrounded by soldiers.Namjoon folded his arms over his chest, and Jimin quickly caught his breath. "Do you realise what this means, you old fool?" He growled, arms folding over his chest as his eyes penetrated the older man's scowl. "You were caught spying and relaying information to the enemy." He spat, and Jimin grew a look of horror."It doesn't matter," the man's lips curled back grossly thin. "He'll win anyway."Namjoon looked as if he were about to yawn, he was so unimpressed. "Who is this you're speaking of?"The man gave a small chuckle, "he's far greater than you. In many ways, he is. He will smite—"Before the man could finish, Namjoon slammed his foot into the beta's gut. A fierce, disgusting cracking noise filled the room as the man gurgled out a groan of pain. Jimin gasped, both hands flying up to his lips to hold it in."I asked you who it was." He growled, growing awfully close to the groaning mess of a man, who was hurled over himself.Namjoon frowned when he didn't answer and grabbed a chunk of his greying hair in his fist, pulling him upwards. He hissed in pain. "I said," he twisted his fist of hair, and Jimin could feel it from when the bad men did the same to him. "Who are you talking about, pig?"Jimin absentmindedly sent a fist into his own hair, rolling around the scalp to keep him at ease. His stomach was about to burst with fear.Meanwhile, Namjoon was about to burst with anger. He slammed the man into the ground after he didn't answer again. "Are you afraid I'll kill him? Your great leader?" He snapped, hissing violently.The man snapped his head up, shaking it with fierce brows. "You could never even lay a finger on General Hui—"Namjoon threw his head back in laughter before he could spit out the last few words. "That idiot?" He questioned while calming his laughter. "He thinks he can run an empire when he couldn't even hold his troops steady? Spare me the laugh." He chuckled, and the man below grew even more angry, playing right into the Emperor's hands."He can do it better than you, you filthy son of a bitch!" He snapped, face grown red.Namjoon rolled his eyes and kicked a leg into the man's shoulder. It snapped violently, and Jimin covered his mouth before a scream could fall out. The man hugged himself and fell back to the ground. His head touching the ground and voice cracking as he screamed.The man regained some composure, and pulled his face off of the ground. "That omega whore you've got holed up here will die painfully." He said, and Jimin's body stilled where he stood. "He's already made plans to do so." Jimin's heart beat sped up as he watched him speak. Namjoon's face grew more and more angered as he stood there. His fists balled and brows furrowed. "He'll be so used, so dirty, and pathetic. We'll make sure he dies from it, too. We'll make sure he dies with a knot—"Blood splattered the floor. A gurgling, gross sound sputtered from the man's lips as a sword went right through the beta's open lips. Jimin's eyes grew wide, so, so wide as the tip of the sword split the skin on the back of the man's neck. Namjoon had shoved the sword right through his mouth, so far it came out the other side of his head. Blood slowly beginning to pour from the exit wound.Jimin gasped, this time, a squealing scream leaving his lips as the Emperor had shoved his blade in once more. His body grew shaky, full of fear as all his eyes could see was the dark red crimson falling from the skin and off of the blade. He watched as the man still struggled to move while the sword was still piercing him. The wet, pained sounds that gurgled, but couldn't make sense because of the wound.The Emperor's dark, obsidian eyes fell onto Jimin, and he couldn't seem to take the intensity with the blood and the stench of metallic liquid everywhere. Then, Jimin felt the whole room turn to him, watching him as he couldn't take his eyes off of it. The blood. The gore. The terrifying Dragon.His eyes were suddenly clouded with surprise, and Jimin couldn't stop staring at his dark, horrifying eyes.
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Jimin didn't want to sleep. Not after he saw that terrifying scene. It kept flashing in Jimin's head like a never ending dream replaying itself over and over. He pulled his legs further into his chest. His eyes fluttered around the nature outside the window as a frown took over his facial expression.There was a knock, and Jimin felt his body grow stiff in his spot on the window sill. He stared at the door as it opened.Jimin shifted breathlessly, waiting for Namjoon to appear, but he saw General Yoongi round the edge of the door. Jimin relaxed a bit, but kept his knees close to his chest still. Yoongi said his greetings kindly, and Jimin just nodded, afraid if he spoke, he might reveal his emotions too much to the beta. Yoongi sat himself down on the edge of the table just across from Jimin. His hands were strung together as he waited for the silence to end, but Jimin wouldn't be the one to end it."He—He—uhm.. He didn't mean for you to see that.. Didn't want for you to see that." Yoongi said, lips pursing when he heard Jimin's breath thin slightly. "Any Emperor would do that to a spy in his ranks. Especially one that disrespected his Empress."Jimin jumped at those words. "He killed someone."Yoongi shifted, face alight when he heard Jimin's voice mumble. "He's not so bad, really." He chuckled.Jimin scoffed, "he kills everyone who's against him.""For good reason." Yoongi added, his tone a bit more harsh than before.Jimin looked up at him with thin, contemplating eyes before placing his chin back down onto his knees gently. "Was there good reason behind murdering the late Emperor's children?""What?" Yoongi spat. He seemed baffled by the statement. "Namjoon didn't kill the bastard's children—I should say—child."Jimin's head flicked up to stare at Yoongi with wide eyes. His lips were ajar only a little. "He didn't? Then what happened? Where are they?" He asked, legs moving from bring pressed up against his chest.Yoongi smiled at him softly, "I believe you've met Daehee, Jimin-ah.""Daehee is the former Emperor's child?" Jimin gasped, covering his mouth with a flabbergasted expression.Yoongi just nodded, allowing Jimin to take it all in. "He was only ten when it happened. Had no idea what was going on." The General shrugged with a sigh. "Now he's one of Namjoon's most trusted officers."Jimin's head fell. He felt defeated, "I see, so I judged too quickly, then.""No," Yoongi said, and Jimin furrowed his bows at him. "Namjoon kills. He's burned villages, killed families, and fathers' sons with his bare hands." Yoongi's eyes darkened with a look as if he knew too much for one man. It was as if he'd seen the worst of it, lived through it and become wise from it. "He's not a lovely, merciful person at all, but he will protect and cherish you, Jimin." The omega's stomach twisted. "You're important to him—us—whether you like it or not."Jimin looked back out the windows, examining the swaying trees as the wind blew through them. He didn't want to thank about that. For a moment, and even still, he wanted to believe Namjoon was doing it for the greater good, but he understood now that he was simply built to kill."I'm sorry, this probably doesn't help you one bit." Yoongi said, standing. "I'll leave you to your thoughts—""Wait," Jimin blurted, and Yoongi stopped, turning back to him with large, cat-like eyes. "How did you and the—the Emperor meet? The other generals, too?" Yoongi took a moment to process the words before smiling and returning to his foot. This time he was a little bit closer."That's quite a story, you know," he laughed softly, and Jimin smiled at his gummy expression.Jimin nodded, "I'm listening."Yoongi couldn't seem to stop chuckling to myself before he cleared his throat and began the story. Jimin watched, gleefully. "We were all down at the pub—well, expect for Jeongguk—buying drinks and making fools of ourselves." He explained, a satoori showing through. "See, we all worked for the previous Emperor—Hoseok, Seokjin and I—so we met him easily because he was a member of court. He lost a bet, and—well—he had to go into a brothel dressed as an omega, fake pheromone perfume and everything." He laughed, and Jimin couldn't only imagine the comedic cent with a snicker. "The best part was that everyone believed it." He said with a laugh, and Jimin giggled softly.Yoongi hummed in thought, his eyes shining with affection. He was obviously very close with the Emperor. It showed in his face everyday. Yoongi seemed to be bad at hiding his emotions."Can you tell me about him? His past? Why is he so... I-I don't now—frightening?" He asked, and Yoongi just laughed quietly."Those are questions you'll have to ask him yourself." Yoongi said, finally standing up. "He'll kill me if I tell you the wrong thing." He said, and for a moment Jimin thought he might not be joking. Yoongi bowed politely to Jimin, "I'll be leaving now, unfortunately. It was lovely talking to you, Empress." He smiled, curtly.Jimin smiled back. A lovely, small eye-smile taking over his features. "I hope you'll come and grace me with laughter again. This room can get so lonely." Yoongi bowed once more before exiting, and Jimin was left alone to be drowned in his own thoughts again.-Jimin stayed in that room for the rest of the day. It was long and lonely. Jimin found himself wishing for the presence of Jeongguk or Yoongi or even Namjoon (it was those times he really missed Hyerin and Taehyung in Hanseong). He thought he might go crazy, only moving from one end of the room to the other, then looking out the window or trying to practice deciphering to words in the books on the desk as well as acting as if he was fluent, which he wasn't. Before he got whisked away, he was supposed to keep learning to read and write. He frowned every now and then about not being able to.Eventually the sun started to set, and Jimin's body was growing heavy, but he wasn't tired. He laid the tray of half-eaten food outside of his room before scurrying back inside to safety. His body shifted until he was sitting down on the bed. He grabbed a book and began looking at it. It was full of only words, not the simple picture books he would look at with his parents before he was taken. He missed those for some reason.Jimin frowned, closing the book shut. His eyes darted from his seat on the bed. He hated the feeling of the bed all of the sudden, so he stood up and quickly crossed the small room to sit at the desk. His eyes ran over the words, and he picked out a few simple words like... love.It was strange, looking at words and being able to decipher a few at time. Even if if was only one or two, Jimin would smile to himself every time he was able to sound out the characters in a word. A small giggle lifted in his chest, and he felt his cheeks burn. The door opened abrupted, making Jimin jump where he was sitting in front of Namjoon's documents. When the omega saw Namjoon come through the doors, he stood quickly, hand resting on the desk daintily.Namjoon peered over to Jimin for a few seconds, his eyes were already thin with exhaustion. The omega sat still, silent in his piercing gaze."I'm going to sleep in my bed. You can join me or sleep there on the desk, if you'd like." The alpha said. His voice was rough with the remnants of sleep daring to crack him. It sounded deeper than normal, almost like he'd just finished sleeping somewhere else.Namjoon quickly kicked off his shoes, then started stripping his clothes. Jimin gasped, turning away. His hands came up to grab his own clothes, pulling them tighter on his frame. Jimin's cheeks became red and eyes large with surprise as he thought about seeing the Emperor completely clothless."I will not touch you, if you do not want me to." He sighed softly and ruffled on a robe, tying the front of it over his lower body quickly.When Jimin looked back at him, he looked confused. "You don't want to..?"The alpha chuckled softly, "I would love to, but it's not enjoyable if you do not want it as well." He explained, and Jimin stiffened."That's—That's kind of you.." Jimin said, his voice was very soft, almost deaf to ears.The larger just turned to Jimin with a thin gaze of near annoyance. He was close now, the older's chest was almost in arms length.The omega's eyes glazed over a large inked portion of his skin right next the large scar. It was a lovely dragon design and, what looked like, smoke rising with the serpent. Jimin's hand reach out, curiously, to touch it, but when he realised his hand was coming to touch the Emperor, he immediately drew it back. Namjoon caught his hand, eyes wider than before."It's okay," he said, gently. His pine scent was sweeter than normal. "My new family crest. You—" Namjoon glanced to Jimin, who was too intrigued, then back down. "You and our child will have one as well."Jimin's breath hitched in his throat at those words. Him. Him and their child. The omega swallowed, knowing it was inevitable after their mating ceremony. The younger ignored the fear in his gut.Jimin's small, soft hand laid across Namjoon's pectoral gently. He inhaled at the warmth of his skin on Jimin's cold hands. It was soft skin, and Jimin could just barely feel his heart beating like a real human's would."New?" Jimin repeated, not wanting to talk about receiving the crest, and Namjoon immediately rolled up his sleeve to reveal another patch of inked skin on his forearm.This one was in the shape of a tiger, fiercely roaring. Jimin traced a finger over the etching and followed one of the curvier lines."It's from my former family—well—the ones that took me in." He explained.Jimin's head cocked slightly, brows furrowing. "Took you in? Were you like me?" He asked him, chest feeling heavy with pity."No, no." He frowned, pulling his sleeve back down. "I was an orphan in an alpha orphanage, and then I was adopted by a noble family, who needed a quick heir."Jimin felt a little better, "did they treat you well, then?""No," he said, immediately, and Jimin's jaw clapped shut tightly. "I slept in their barn, became their slap toy, and they would show me off because I was their only alpha, I hated them."Jimin's head fell. "I'm sorry.""Don't apologise, you did nothing, Jimin." He laughed softly, and Jimin nodded.Namjoon then smiled and turned around. Jimin watched him fall in bed and wrap his large arms around one of the feathered pillows. Jimin stayed still, standing near the desk and contemplatin wether he would join him in bed or not. It wasn't that he didn't trust him to be true to his words, it was an embarrassed feeling at the back of his chest, keeping him away.Jimin slowly slipped towards the bed. He was already in his night robes, so he didn't need to change his clothes. Jimin just climbed, gingerly slow into the bed. The omega quickly got himself comfortable. He was turned away from the Emperor. His eyes staring at the door while his thoughts went wild. He was in the same bed as the alpha. Jimin could smell that earthy pine and oakwood climbing up his nostrils again. He felt a rush of tingles roll down his spine."I know it's been a few weeks, but," he spoke, and Jimin jumped, not expecting him to begin speaking. "How are your wounds from..?"Jimin hadn't forgotten about the horrid events, and he certainly hadn't forgotten the painful injuries he'd gotten. Although, they felt so much better than before. He couldn't even feel the small cuts that closed up about a week ago. His nose would ache occasionally, but he could barely feel it."It's much better, thank you." He said, voice verging on a whisper."Look at me, omega." The alpha said. It wasn't harsh, so Jimin slowly turned around and faced the man with large eyes. "Have you ever seen someone die?"Jimin froze. He could tell his eyes grew a bit larger, and he knew Namjoon saw the fright in his expression. Jimin just looked away after a moment and shook his head softly. He'd seen Seokjin kill, but he was too exhausted to realise it.Jimin breathed slowly, before speaking without thought. "How do you kill so easily?" Jimin asked, immediately regretting his words when Namjoon smirked in front of him."Its war, Jimin, you must—""War has nothing to do with your lack of mercy." He snapped, and immediately looked away.Namjoon just smiled softly. "That's my little dove." He whispered under his breath, but Jimin heard him clearly.Jimin frowned. "Do you even remember the first man you killed?" He asked with distaste in his tone.Namjoon thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "No, I do not remember the first person I killed, but I do know it was for good cause." The alpha stared at Jimin, who became increasingly more upset with his words."A good cause?" Jimin's body squirmed to a position where his chest was lifted off of the bed in a flurry of anger. He frown to the alpha with creased brows, and Namjoon just looked back at him with an amused expression. "You—You—Did you kill for a sport?" Jimin fumbled out his words, and Namjoon's face gradually got darker.He frowned at Jimin. His dimples showing in a much less kind way. "I do not kill for no reason, Jimin." He said, but his voice was gentle. Jimin still didn't take it, but he laid back down, still facing him as he spoke. "Not everyone had a perfect stars and sunshine life. The world is cruel." He said, each word enunciated as if Jimin didn't know what he was saying.The omega inhaled sharply. His brows remained strung together tightly, and his face grew more and more red with anger. Jimin stood from his place in bed. He didn't realise that the robes had fallen from his shoulder. He was too worked up in his emotions to think about it. Jimin balled his fists until they were white, and he pursed his thick, pink lips.How dare he say such an ignorant thing. Jimin wouldn't stand for it."You think I don't know that? Me?" He snapped, ferociously, "I was stolen from my parents when I was eleven, and then I was sold from place to place, treated dirt that even commoners could walk on. I was threatened to be raped everyday, until I was bought by a greedy merchant and put to work. I know the world is cruel, you don't have to tell me."Namjoon had never looked so stunned in his entire life, and Jimin was too angry to realise he'd just told off the Emperor, the Dragon. He simply stalked towards the desk. On the way, his robes were hanging off of his frame and something on his back made the alpha inhale sharply. Quickly, Jimin realised and pulled his clothing back on completely. Jimin then laid his arms out and placed his head onto them to sleep on the desk instead."Jimin, I—" he began, but couldn't finish.Jimin heard the bed squeak and then footsteps come closer to him. He tensed, all of the realisation slapping him in the face.Jimin gasped when he felt a searing hot hand trickle down his back, grazing over the rough scars on his back, rough scars from his past owners. Jimin leapt up from his position on the desk and stared back at him with big, frightened eyes—like a doe being hunted.Namjoon fell to his side with eyes spreading complete condolences. He looked so guilty, Jimin almost didn't recognise him as the fearsome leader. He grabbed Jimin's tightly balled fists, and furrowed his brow. "I'm so sorry, my little dove. Not all of us can be so beautiful and pure."Jimin just hung his head with a small huffing sob. Namjoon simply pressed a sweet hand to his cheek and held their faces so closely they were almost touching foreheads."Even if you think I'm a monster, a devil, I'll protect those white wings of yours, little dove.""W-Why?" Jimin managed to fumble out."My little dove, you are mine and I protect what's mine. I don't need a reason ever."
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Jimin hadn't slept so well in ages. When the body next to him began shifting, groaning in the early hours, Jimin would shift as well. When his mind began to subconsciously realise what was going on, he shot up from his spot in bed with a gasp. Eyes darted around the room to look for anybody other than himself. There was a bare back, sleek and clean of marks across the room from him.In a flurry of forgetfulness and fear, he climbed out of bed, grabbing the nearest thing that could be a weapon. In that case, it was a the sharp end of a chamberstick, the candle discarded to the floor quickly. When the figure turned around, Jimin was slouched, shaking and ready to strike. His eyes were wide, but still puffy from his sleep.The body quickly furrowed his brows, and Jimin realised quickly that it was Namjoon. Upon realising, he quickly dropped the small"Jimin, are you—are you okay?" Namjoon asked, his brow creasing thinly.Jimin quickly set the chamberstick back onto the nightstand. His body quickly fell back into the mattress as his shoulders slumped, and he tried his best to calm his heavy, fast breathing.Namjoon crossed the small room and fell to Jimin's side. "What happened, little dove?" He seemed so worried, Jimin had to look him in the eyes.His calm pine scent was making Jimin feel so much better. His shaking was finally coming to a slow stop. "I-I-I thought you were one of them." He whimpered softly, and the alpha wasted no time in wrapping his gentle arms around Jimin. The omega couldn't help but whine at the feeling mixed with the soft scent calmly lifting his shoulders. Slowly but sure, Jimin lifted his arms and wrapped them around the alpha as well."I'm sorry, you'll never forget what they did to you.." Namjoon whispered, and it didn't really make the younger feel any better. "But, I swear, I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again." He said, his voice was dark, and Jimin almost knew he was angry.After a moment, the Emperor pulled away, but slowly. Jimin slouched in his place on the bed. "W-What—What is your favorite food?" Jimin asked, lips quivering.He just wanted to get his mind off of the thought, but Namjoon looked at him with an estranged expression. When he realised what Jimin was doing, he quickly softened his face and smiled. "Ah. Well, I tend to love pork—or maybe just meat in general." He chuckled, while pulling on a shirt, and then a silk coat over the thin shirt. "What about you, little dove? What have you enjoyed the most at the palace?"Jimin's lips formed a pout when he thought about the palace. He missed Taehyung and Hyerin so badly. Not having an omega to talk to was difficult and being surrounded by alpha's and betas was so stressful. He also missed the palace food. The base wasn't exactly known for its great food. Usually they would serve something at least a little better for Jimin and Namjoon to eat, but it was nothing like at the palace. He missed it dearly."I liked the shrimp and kimchi—I used to eat left overs when I made portions for my masters." Jimin smiled ever so softly at the thought of the dish. It brought back so many memories.Namjoon frowned, "I can have the kitchen aids make that for you, Jimin."Jimin peered over to him with his lips agape. "Really?" He asked, smile growing when Namjoon nodded his head. "T-Thank you." He said quietly.The alpha looked at him with a large smile. "You really are an angel, my little dove." He said, and Jimin's face grew a bit red with embarrassment. The omega looked down to his small hands immediately.The Emperor continued to get ready, and Jimin watched him in silence."Why did you start the revolution?" Jimin blurted, wondering to himself.The larger was silent for a few moments, tying the obsidian dagger to his pants with harsh movements. His smile was long gone. "I told you of my foster parents, what they did, yes?" He asked, glance to Jimin while gathering the rest of his things and placing them on the desk for a moment."Yes." Jimin said soft as he could manage.Namjoon returned to the mirror that was across the room from the bed. "I had a sister, an omega sister. Her name was Eunmi." The Emperor said as he tidied himself up. "She was the only one who really loved me. She was my best friend." He explained, and Jimin shifted, still listening intently."Eunmi was a lovely jewel, so lovely that the late Emperor wanted her all to himself, and me too." Namjoon growled. "I became a member of court, and she—" his breath hitched, and Jimin has never felt so sympathetic in his life. He'd never seen the Emperor so choked up. "She was forced into his harem, and—and used until she grew tired, so when she fought back." The alpha ground his teeth together roughly.When the alpha began releasing a smell that made Jimin want to vomit, Jimin reached out and touched his arm. The alpha saw Jimin's worried face; his own immediately relaxed. He came down to sit next to Jimin. His pheromones slowly returning to normal."When she fought back, that bastard he—he belittled her, killed her in front of the entire court. I just..."Jimin stroked his arm and started releasing his most relaxing omega pheromones. They were so strong even Jimin could smell his own rose and vanilla scent relaxing him. The emperor sighed, his muscles going slack in Jimin's hold."I just watched as he killed her. I couldn't—couldn't even do anything." His voice cracked.Jimin inhaled sharply. He was shocked that the fierce alpha could even be so submissive."I-I'm so sorry." Jimin whispered, but Namjoon just shook his head softly.He chuckled and slowly laid his head into Jimin's lap, "please. You must stop apologising for everything if you cannot change it." He said, and Jimin just grew quieter. "You remind me of her. The moment I saw you in the bath house, I knew you were so fierce, just like her." He smiled, and Jimin felt something warm ignite in his chest."You're sweet when you want to be." Jimin said, brushing fingers through his hair slowly.The alpha laughed. His dimples dug into his cheeks deeply as he gave out a throaty laugh. Jimin smiled at him, his own eyes thinning tightly with happiness. "God, she said that, too." He hummed.It was silent for the longest moment and Jimin could feel his cheeks heating up with affection as he stared down at the alpha. He had his eyes closed, completely trusting the omega, who was slowly strumming his fingers through the soft, brown hair.Something was burning in Jimin's chest, telling him to move closer. His body was hot, had been hot for a few days. This was different though. The way he found himself slowly moving his face down and down, his eyes closing as the plump of his parted lips barely grazed against the Emperor's own lips. A sigh lifted from his lips as the warmth in his body dissipated to the tip of his lips as they slowly, so painfully slowly laid on top of Namjoon's. The alpha came up, just barely, and grabbed Jimin's bottom lip with a groan. Slowly, and very terribly, Jimin pulled his lips off of the Emperor's. His cheeks slowly becoming hot and red.Namjoon's eyes flipped opened, the intense charcoal was dark, but it was soft and kind. Something he seemed to only show Jimin. It made his heart flutter.The alpha smiled and pulled himself off of Jimin's lap. He turned back to Jimin, a bit too happy to be normal. Jimin looked away, embarrassed."I must leave, I have much to attend—""Could you—or-or Seokjin and Jeongguk go riding with me before my heat comes in the week?" Jimin blurted, and Namjoon's expression changed to a surprised one.He cleared his throat, "horseback riding?"Jimin nodded."I did not realise your-your heat would be so soon." He said, cheeks becoming red, but his face was serious. "I will arrange for a time when I can take you riding, little dove."Jimin smiled in response and watched as the alpha left the room. Although only moments later, the man stuck his head back in. Jimin's smile dropped, and he looked to the head peaking in."I will also arrange for a guard to stand outside during your heat, so that no one will disturb you." He said, smiled, and then shut the door again.This time, Jimin listened for his receding footsteps before he stood up and held his heated face tightly in his palms. A soft, soundless squeal erupted from his throat as he thought about what he just did.It was true the Emperor was good looking, probably a bit too good looking, but Jimin didn't feel the urge to kiss him because of his face. Jimin could feel his chest spasm when he heard the soft breaths coming in and out of the alpha's mouth and the heavy Pine scent that was suffocating Jimin's lungs in the best way. It felt right in Jimin's heart, but his mind was telling him he was an idiot. It was telling him to hate a Namjoon and treat him with disdain because he was a monster. They were arguing, his heart and his mind all at once inside of him.So Jimin came to the conclusion that he would not decide until he saw the Emperor's true colours. The colours that he does not show the Empire or his most trusted generals. The colours that he only shows Jimin.His heart fluttered at the thought, and he practically jumped up to get ready. His body was fully energised and feeling so much better than the slouching, soggy self he was before.
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A few days went by, and Jimin could feel the heat creeping up on him, making him uncomfortable almost all the time. It would wake him in the middle of the night, make his body itch and toss and turn. When he woke up one last time, it was by someone softly humming his name."Jimin," they cooed, and Jimin thought for a moment that he might be dreaming, but when his eyes flipped open, ready for action, it was Jeongguk who leapt backwards, hands raised. "Jimin, it's just me. Calm down." He laughed as Jimin sat back onto the bed.Jimin frowned as he pried his eyes fully open and bat them a few times to wink away the sleepiness. He groaned out a questioning notion to the general. "You did say you wanted to go riding this week, did you not?" Jeongguk asked, his body leaning forward slightly.Jimin's eyes opened fully again, and he felt his feet shoot up from the bed. Jeongguk laughed, then turned his back to grab neatly folded clothes on the desk chair. He brought them back and showed them off to the omega."Namjoon picked them out for you from his wardrobe—since he didn't order you riding clothes—it probably will not fit, but it's his best riding robes." He smiled, and Jimin took the clothes with a small, small smile.He was so excited, hadn't been horse riding in over a year. It used to be his favourite thing to do in his free time, when he was still owned. He liked to think the stable hands were his friends because they allowed him to ride more often than not, but he was also sure one of the beta boys fancied him a bit more than the other omegas.Jeongguk left, but Jimin found himself walking out of one of the buildings, his arm tucked in Jeongguk's elbow tightly. He got stares, many stares, as they walked through the courtyard. Jimin felt especially hot with the robes and everyone's eyes on him as he walked.Jeongguk led them almost out of the fort walls to a large stable. Jeongguk greeted the lovely stable hand, who was standing outside, with a curt smile, "Sunmi," she was a beta, Jimin gathered, "good morning, I'd like you to meet Jimin, the Emperor's future mate."Jimin gave her a charming smile as her big eyes darted onto him. She giggled softly and stuck her hand out to the omega. "I was wondering when you were going to come around, Jimin-ssi." She said, smile growing larger when Jimin shook her hand hesitantly. "You looked like a horse rider the second I saw your cute bum." She cackled, and Jimin stiffened, his face growing red.Jeongguk frowned at her after he finished chuckling under his breath. He cleared his throat, "will you saddle up four horses—including the Emperor's and Seokjin's.""Mine is already saddled up," Seokjin said, coming from behind them.Jimin looked back for a second, but quickly faced himself back to the stable in which Sunmi was already scurrying around in. When Jimin caught a peak inside, it was full of all kinds of different horses. He took a step forward, but was stopped by Seokjin's hand on his shoulder. Jimin looked back to him with big eyes."I heard you like horses quite a bit." He smiled, and Jimin just nodded, allowing the alpha to bring him into the stables.Jimin's mouth dropped open and skin stippled with goosebumps as he looked through all of the stalls. There had to be about a dozen horses inside.Seokjin pointed to a large chestnut coloured horse. "She's mine. Her name's Hudu." He smiled, leaving Jimin's side to stroke the mare's nose gently.Jimin watched as the large animal made soft noises. He smiled when it looked at him, but he didn't have time to touch her because Jeongguk pulled him away and towards a grey and white speckled horse. It was a beautiful and graceful mare with pretty brown eyes."His name is Yeo.. Tae named him, isn't he gorgeous?" Jeongguk asked.When a large neigh slipped through the air, Jimin's eyes were stolen and placed on a beautiful white horse with fluttering blue eyes. It's hair was relatively long and looked soft to the touch. It's eyes were soft, icy blue, but they felt so warm and inviting that it had Jimin slowly stepping over to it.The horse shook around it's head gently, and slowly came to a stop when Jimin stood in front of him. His hand slowly, slowly slipped towards the massive animal, smiling when he bowed his head to rub against the warm palm of Jimin's hand."He likes you.""That's a first," Jeongguk scoffed.Jimin smiled and rubbed the tips of his fingers down the horse's snout. Jeongguk came to stand behind Jimin with his arms crossed over his chest. The animal fled away from Jimin's hand at seeing the alpha. Jimin frowned."'S Namjoon's horse. Hot blooded, that one." He snickered as the horse turned its head away from Jeongguk.Jimin caught Seokjin and Sunmi coming to stand behind them. "I see Hyuk has taken a liking to you, Jimin-ssi." Sunmi said, smiling at him while carrying a large, leather saddle to a smaller, pitch black horse.The mare was so dark, Jimin almost thought he could see the moon and stars radiating off of his silky coat. She was calm, eating and minding herself in her stall as Sunmi climbed inside and set the large saddle on her clothed back."Who is this?" Jimin asked, his fingers slowly going forward to pet a strip down the horse's snout.Sunmi began strapping the buckles and belts underneath the horse. She looked up at him for a second, before returning to work. This time, she was smiling. "Her name is Jia. She's the Emperor's choice for you to ride today, Jimin-ssi." She said, and Jimin's chest fluttered.He slowly continued to move his fingers up on the smaller horse's nose. He was gentle and caring to her. There was something bubbling in his chest because the emperor had chose a beautiful black mare to be his riding companion. He smiled as he pet the horse and waited until Sunmi was finished strapping her in to say anything else.Jimin turned around to face Jeongguk and Seokjin, who were quietly chatting amongst themselves and Jeongguk was smiling, whilst Seokjin was not. "Is—Is the Emperor coming to join us?" Jimin asked, and they both looked at him with big eyes."Yes," Seokjin nodded, "but the brute will not join us until a bit later.""We'll be going outside of the wall, he'll join us when he can." Jeongguk explained, and Jimin frowned a bit.His chest was feeling a little tight at mentioning outside of the fort. "Outside?"Jeongguk nodded, "we won't go far, Jimin. Seokjin and I will be there to protect you.""More him than me, of course." Seokjin scoffed while shrugging, and Jimin giggled softly. Seokjin looked over to see Jeongguk's half horrified, half laughing face. He shrugged again. "What? It's true.""She's all ready for you," Sunmi smiled, and Jimin stumbled backwards to allow Jia to step out of the small stall.Jimin smiled as the horse circled him. He couldn't even express how excited he was. They followed the horse outside. Seokjin led his and Jeongguk's outside while the younger grabbed Jimin's thin waist and hoisted him onto the saddle. Jimin then brought his leg over and began to shift, trying to get a little more comfortable for himself and Jia below him. Sunmi adjusted the bottom foot rests to hold Jimin's feet at the perfect height while Seokjin and Jeongguk climbed on their own horses easily.He held his breath, testing out his rusty abilities with a gentle pull of the reigns against the mare's bit. She hummed, but remained at a calm pace until Jimin led her to turn and trot back over to them. Jimin pulled the reigns and smiled brightly up to Jeongguk and Seokjin, who were finely situated on top of their horses.Jeongguk smiled at him. "Lead the way, Empress." He gestured with his head towards the large wall and gate.Jimin swallowed, but slowly anchored himself and controlled Jia until she was right in front of the gate. He simply sat there as the two men on top of the gate stared down. Jeongguk gave a daft, loud yell, and the men quickly called back to opened the gates. Jimin harnessed a rhythmic forward march for Jia as they slowly wandered through the dense woods on horseback. Jimin was enjoying it so much. He missed having the control to see much more than he ever would on the ground and continuously petting the hardworking animal as they would take small turns, then twists. Seokjin made a few jokes that lit up the forest with laughter. Jimin found every one of the older alpha's jokes funny, especially when Jeongguk acted them out or when they got into useless arguments that always ended in one of the other (usually Seokjin) laughing their ass off while the other only pouted.Jimin had never laughed so much in one hour. When Jimin began to gallop with Jia, they would gasp playfully and try to catch up. He felt so free, being able to leave the fort walls and enjoy the lovely autumn nature.The once green leaves were finally turned to beautiful reds, yellows, and oranges. The splash of colours was painted with the utmost care as if it were all handmade and hand placed for him to see. He wished he could mimic the beauty, take it and save it for later. He'd always wanted to be able to see such beautiful things over and over. Jimin enjoyed it the most when a strong wind would blow by, ripping the leaves from the trees and falling all over them. A few orange and red hued leaves caught in Jimin's hair, and he giggled."You look good in those colours, Jimin." Jeongguk chuckled, riding up beside Jimin to pluck the small orange leaf from his brown hair.Jimin gave him a big eye-smile, "maybe I'll have some robes made with these colours. I love them a lot."Seokjin scoffed, "you'll look like a tree, no one will be able to keep track of you." He smiled, and Jimin giggled softly.He felt so much love for the generals. They were so kind to him.Suddenly, there was the sound of harsh hoofbeats on the ground below. Both Seokjin and Jeongguk moved their horses closer to Jimin with stoic faces. Jeongguk pulled his sword from it's holster, ready to fend off intruders on their afternoon ride. Jimin's stomach dropped and he ducked his head behind the two alphas as the beating grew closer. It sounded like only one horse.When a familiar, beautiful white horse emerged from the trees, Jimin smiled and Jeongguk and Seokjin put their swords away quickly."Way to join us, Emperor." Seokjin joked, and Jimin smiled at him."Yes, good afternoon to you too, Jin." Namjoon quickly galloped towards them, before pulling the reigns to stop Hyuk. The horse came to a slow stop, bobbing its head slightly. Jimin smiled as the horse stepped closer to him and Jia.Jeongguk smiled at the Emperor, then to Jimin. "He's an excellent rider, Joon." Jeongguk sat, leaning over to pat Jimin's horse.The mare sputtered, and Jimin leaned down to pat Jia's neck as well. He peered over to Namjoon with a big, eye smile. "Hyung, it's so beautiful outside. I think Hyuk is happy!" He exclaimed, too excited to calm down.Namjoon look at him with large eyes until it melted into a smile. He peered over to Seokjin and Jeongguk, who smirked at him. "I'm sure he is, I haven't taken him out in a few weeks." Jimin giggled, so sweetly that all three of them sighed. "Would you like to go farther out?" Namjoon asked, turning to the other two generals, who shrugged.Jimin peered over to him, his eyes a little less happy and more frightened. "Is anyone out there?" He asked, and Namjoon snickered."I would hope not," Jeongguk chuckled, "you would be safe either way."Jimin turned to Namjoon, who nodded his head gently. Jimin nodded his head as well, so the Emperor squeezed his legs around the horse's body, and Hyuk took off at a slow trot. Jimin gently squeezed his own thighs and Jia gradually sped up to trot beside Hyuk. Seokjin and Jeongguk joined behind him with big smirks."How was your day today, Jimin? Did those two idiots wake you up too early?" Namjoon asked with dainty fingers.Behind him, Jeongguk and Seokjin were pouting. The oldest frowned, "blame Kook, he's the one who woke 'em up." He grunted, and Jeongguk gaped at him."What the hell, Jin-hyung?" He pouted with a whine. Jimin was suddenly having trouble seeing the younger as an alpha.Jimin quickly turned back to Namjoon. "No, it's okay. I really wanted to go riding."Jeongguk pointed a finger to Jimin. "See!"They laughed for a bit while Jeongguk frowned, before it return to silence other than Seokjin and Jeongguk talking amongst each other behind them. Namjoon stayed quiet, and he led them all towards an opening in the forest. When they emerged it was something so beautiful, and strange. It was a huge, massive body of water, something so big and so grand that Jimin couldn't help but gasp."Have you ever seen the ocean, little dove?" Namjoon asked, and Jimin quickly nodded his head, eyes full of awe."I-I used to live by the ocean with my parents." Jimin's eyes never left the giant body of water that was shimmering in front of him. The sun reflected against the ocean, stinging the omega's eyes, but he couldn't stop looking at it. He hadn't seen the ocean in so long. It brought back so many different memories, ones he didn't really remember before and now we're so blurry and surreal. "Well—I-I don't really remember it being this big." He hummed, words stringing together because of how surprised he was.Namjoon said nothing as Jimin kicked Jia's side gently. The horse trilled softly and galloped forward slowly. His horse came to the edge of the shoreline before she stopped right in front of it. It was so grand, so large and amazing. Hyuk came towards him slowly, Namjoon was walking beside him."C-Can you—" Jimin whispered down to Namjoon, who quickly passed his horse's reigns to Jeongguk.Namjoon then held out his arms, so Jimin gently nestled himself between them. The older lifted Jimin off of the horse and placed him gently onto the ground below. When his boots hit the soft sand, he didn't really expect it to be so soft and easy to put a dent into. Not expecting the plush feeling, Jimin stumbled forwards, falling into Namjoon's arms."I-I-It's so soft." He gasped.Namjoon chuckled, "yes it is. If you'd like, I'll hold your boots for you." Namjoon held out his hands, "so you can go into the water?"Jimin immediately nodded, and flailed to take off his boots and socks as well. "Yes, please." He said. Once he had his shoes off, he shoved them into Namjoon's arms.Jimin thanked him, before quickly running towards the ocean. His feet splashed into the thin waves until it was up to his ankles. Jimin's heart was beating so fast and exhilarating that he thought he might pass out. The water was so cold against the porcelain skin on his feet. The prickling feeling of frost nipping at ever inch of skin submerged. Jimin couldn't care less as small snippets of memories flooded through him.Laughter and calls of his name from a man and a woman. The smell of roses as someone held him tightly in a seat, rocking gently. The sight of a fire mixed with the sound of hums that were muffled by the loud beating of toppling waves like in front of him.Jimin's body shivered gently and he squealed. "I-It's so cold." He cried out happily.He peered behind himself, while slowly backing further into the water. A large smile was strung across his face. The other three were smiling back at him kindly, so Jimin returned to kicking and splashing in the icy salty water.After a few minutes of playing around, Jeongguk came with the blanket that sat under his horse's saddle. When he passed it towards Jimin, and the omega took it graciously after the sun started to grow further and further behind the trees. He quickly wiped off his legs and stepped on the sand. It stuck to the bottom of his feet as he stepped back over to Jia and Hyuk. Namjoon smiled at him."Can we come back sometime?" Jimin asked, and Namjoon's expression dropped slightly."I'm not sure," he hummed, "after your—um—after your heat, you'll be going back to the palace."For the first time, Jimin didn't really want to go back to the palace. He missed Hyerin and Taehyung, but he really loved seeing the ocean being so close, loved splashing around in it, and loved feeling it on his skin.Jimin's head fell, dejectedly, "I see.."
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Jimin should've known it was coming soon—well, he did know. What he didn't know, was that it would come so much sooner than he thought. Usually, it crept in like the changing of seasons, built up gradually with small things like taking off layers or kicking his leg out during the night, feeling more enthusiastic because everything just feels more than usual.It was the first time Jimin's heat didn't come gradually at all. Instead, it slapped him in the face, out of nowhere, nearly bringing him to his knees with it's intensity. He felt like everything was suddenly on fire. There was searing pain spreading through his veins that was heating up rapidly.Jimin was in the hallway alongside Yoongi and Hoseok, who are talking to him about his trip home when they saw Jimin stop and curl over. No doubt, they could smell the sudden wave of omega pheromones like a smog in the air.It took a few dizzying seconds before Jimin could hear them calling him, in worry. He tried to blow it off, taking a few steps forward, but the two alpha's only pulled him back, Hoseok taking his shoulders tightly.He heard one single word leave Hoseok's mouth, and it wasn't to him: "Heat."Jimin could already feel the slick running down his thighs as he resisted the urge to shed all of his clothes one by one with each step they took in the opposite direction. Jimin pulled away from their hold and attempted to shed his thin blouse, but Yoongi stopped him with a firm hand. Jimin whined, and then allowed himself to be quickly escorted towards his room, which, thankfully, wasn't too far away.Once Jimin was there, Yoongi opened the door, while Hoseok led Jimin into his room. The omega fell onto his bed, the fiery heat inside him begging to be let free. He began ripping off his shirt, not even waiting for Hoseok to leave. The alpha slamming the door shut with heavy breaths.When Jimin was free of clothes and alone, he felt the need for that alpha to come, the one that was torturing him with his pine scent. It was all around the room like an omen, and Jimin began to crave it more and more. He knew deep down he didn't really want it, but induced in his heat, he wanted it so bad. He wanted it to keep him sane because the fire boiling in his veins was making him sick to his stomach. His body coiled and uncoiled against the sheets, and he could feel his slick running down his thighs and soiling the bed completely. He would've felt bad if he wasn't too busy thinking about how terribly painful it was to even breathe.The hunger inside of him was increasing fast, his cock lying painfully hard against his stomach. Being surrounded by alphas didn't help either, every touch he made to himself would be futile, and he knew it. With Namjoon's scent laying there, mingling with his own, it was almost too torturous for Jimin to handle. He curled up, body quaking and skin burning. The feeling wouldn't go away, not for three days, and three days was too long, too painful, he needed to escape.-Jimin wasn't sure how long it had been, but the first haze of his heat was finally starting to subdue. The next one would come in quick, so Jimin lazily climbed off of the bed. His body still burning with a fever and his body still seeping fluids. The desire was what subdued only a little bit.He slugged himself over to his drawer full of clothes and pulled out the first robe he saw. He didn't care which it was or what it looked like. He didn't care if it didn't fit the pale and pink tones of his skin that day or the dreary, rainy weather outside. He just needed cover.Slowly, his body was losing the heat effects, all but the fever. He knew he had to be quick before the next wave washed over him, and he was plunged back into a flesh burning pain.Jimin crossed the room, laying a hand on the door. There were voices, and his breath stopped. All of the alpha's in the fort and probably outside of it could smell his heat. It was like a swarm of moths to a single lantern. He began to wonder who Namjoon had set to guard him."What the hell is your business here, soldiers?" Jimin tensed at hearing Dawon's familiar, stern voice rip through the air like a bark.They stammered for a second, but one of them seemed fairly confident in himself. "We can smell an omega." He spat, and Jimin could almost see the intrigued, excited look on their faces just from their voices. "It smells so good, like they're in heat."Jimin backed away from the door, his hands trembling and beginning to wrap around himself tightly.Dawon spoke again, sternly. "Oh, really?" Jimin's body flinched at the obvious smirk in her voice. "Do you want to help the omega out?"Jimin heard nothing, his lungs inhaling sharply. He wanted to run to the other side of the room, but he couldn't help listening."I can't hear you." She spat, this time, she was much less enthusiastic.The men's feet scrambled, probably forward. "We would like to help this poor, burdened omega get through their heat." They said, voice loud.Jimin whimpered, placing a hand over is lips."I think maybe we should get premission from his majesty first, don't you?" Dawon added."W-What? Why?" Their voices were smaller, barely audible when muffled through the thick wooden doors.He heard Dawon step away from the door, and his heart froze. "Because this omega happens to be Emperor Namjoon's future mate, and your Empress." Jimin finally understood. "But since you big, strong alpha's are only wanting to help the poor omega, we should talk to him, don't you think?" It was sarcasm.Jimin sigh out in relief quietly as the men stammered, and footsteps receded, but there was a harsh, booming voice. "Where do you think you're going?" Dawon growled, and they immediately stumbled back in front of the door. "You will aid Sunmi in stables picking up horse shit and then you will personally become the Empress's personal rug from now on." Jimin smiled softly, "if you ever disrespect him again, you'll be sleeping in he stables come winter time. Now go, you'll soil the Empress's nose with your disgusting musk."Jimin listened as they scrambled away, and it didn't take long for his body to feel clammy and wet again. He quickly opened the door, looking each way until he met Dawon's eyes."Jimin-ssi," the alpha looked surprised, "are you alright? It's too early to—""I-I only have a few minutes, but I want—I wanna see Namjoon." He whimpered, the somewhat mild cramps festering in his abdomen, annoyingly close to his still hard cock.Dawon's expression grew darker, and Jimin's face fell. "The Emperor cannot come see—""Please!" He nearly screamed as a long, painful rip tugged up his torso. His body was heating up, quicker and quicker.Dawon's expression grew surprised at his yell. "Of course, I'll get him right now." She said, and knelt down to pick up the tray that was sitting on the floor beside her."I-I can—""No, you cannot." She hissed and moved passed Jimin to place the large tray onto the desk.It was full of energy fuelling foods like fruits and some meats as well as boiled eggs and a large glass of water. Jimin watched as the alpha left his room, carrying her spicy musk with her. It was much like Hoseok's, but a little less powerful.Jimin thanked her, and she gave him a kind smile as she shut the door tightly. Keys jingling and the sound of a lock clicking made his gut turn.He slowly looked towards the trays of food as his stomach gurgled and whined out of control. Jimin sat down at the desk and began eating. He ate a lot of the food, mostly fruits and a lot of water. The omega's body felt like the liquid was simply falling right through him.He waited for a few minutes, until his noise picked up a troubled, familiar scent. It was pine.Jimin stood up quickly and rushed to the door as it opened. Namjoon was standing in the doorway board shoulders caging Jimin in as he stared down at the omega. His anxiety finally subsided at seeing, feeling, and simply being in the alpha's presence."Jimin," he said calmly, "how are you feeling? I'm glad you got a break."Jimin nodded, hastily, trying to pull the alpha into the room. Namjoon didn't budge from his place at the edge of the door. Jimin looked back at him with large eyes, he held back the hisses and contortions of pain that ripped through his belly."I-I want you—""No, Jimin, you told me before, you don't want me to touch you." He denied, and Jimin's face turned bright red."N-No, no, I don't. I don't!" He lied, and the alpha furrowed his brows. When Jimin saw the expression, he knew he would have to explain himself. "I-I just feel so—so anxious, so wrong." He whined, "you—you feel right."Namjoon was tickled, Jimin could tell by the small smile that he was trying so hard to hold back on his lips. It quickly folded down into a frown though. "I can't stay."Jimin shook his head and winced. The pain forced his hands forward, and he grabbed Namjoon's hand tightly in his own. The fever was driving him insane, making his senses go haywire. He knew it was returning quickly.Slick gushed out of him all of the sudden, and a small whimper fell from his lips. Namjoon stood up straighter, pulling his hand from Jimin's quickly. The omega gasped, his chest filling with anxiety as he watched Namjoon circle the table to come closer. Jimin hummed at their closeness, his body tensing then going to slack. Namjoon laid his lips onto Jimin's searing hot forehead gently. His lips seemed so cold compared to Jimin's skin. It made the omega worry a bit as his vision began to haze once more."I'll see you in two more days. You can do it without me, my little dove." He whispered before quickly whisking himself away and shutting the door behind him.Jimin sighed as a string of trembles crumbled the pause in his heat and made his whole body thrill and toss with pain and need. Jimin quickly fell onto the bed and clawed at the sheets. Liquid fire began crawling up through his neck and in his belly. Jimin felt like he was dying, his head pounding so hard, he couldn't even hear the bustling of the fort. His hips jutted, but the pleasure didn't last. The pain came crumbling back in every time.Jimin really didn't know if he could make it two more days. It might be too much for him.He hugged a pillow. His hot, messy fingers diving back down to at least try and take some of the pain away with the pleasure that his body was craving.
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After three days, Jimin felt lifeless. His symptoms of heat were finally fading, the last thing to go was the horrid fever that took over his whole body and made him want to peel off every layer of his skin.He sat in the desk chair as the attendants quickly took away the soiled and disgusting sheets that he'd tried so hard to get his frustration out on. He was silent. His eyes weren't even looking in the general direction as the smelly blankets were disposed of as well. He knew his rose and vanilla scent would draw attention, but he couldn't help it.Jimin couldn't even gather the strength to frown as Dawon dusted off her hands and came to sit down right next to him. She had a fond smile on her face. "Are you alright?" She asked, and Jimin didn't answer. He didn't feel like answering, he was too tired, so he simply raised his brows and kept his arms crossed tightly over his chest of new, clean clothes.Although, it wasn't just that he was tired. Something else had been bothering him like a thorn in his bum. The emperor didn't want to lay with him while he was in heat. He said no.A different type of fear churned in his gut now.Dawon's smile dropped, and she came to rest her arms on the table with her elbows propping her up. "Would you like me to take you somewhere?" She asked yet another question.Jimin said nothing. He did want to get out of the room, but he didn't want to get up yet. He was still tired and his body was still aching. He also didn't want to face Namjoon yet. He was afraid."I'm tired."Dawon frowned and pulled herself back. Her pheromones were stronger, more obvious than before. Maybe Jimin was imagining it, but she smelled.. angry. "You'll be leaving the Southern Fort on the 'morrow."Jimin's breath caught in his throat. Tomorrow he would leave. As much as he wanted to go to the palace, being near Namjoon made him feel much safer. His anxiety was at ease when the alpha was near.Dawon held her chin up, watching Jimin's expression to see a look of despair take over his features. Her own fell, and her scent faded to something more normal than before. "I hear the carriage is on its way here to take you home, would you like to see the ocean once more?"Jimin's gaze turned away from the alpha and towards the window. He nodded softly, and Dawon stood up. "It's chilly out. I'll ready you a cloak and appropriate dress." She mumbled while rumbling through his stacks of clothing that were already packed in a large case.Before long, she pulled out a thick white and silver cloak as well as a lovely blue and grey hanbok. Dawon laid the hanbok across the table while holding the cloak for him. Jimin stared at it for a few seconds before really doing anything. He then stood and headed towards the thin fabric room divider to change.It wasn't long after he was changed that there was a soft knock on the door. Dawon laid the silver cloak onto the table and opened it. To Jimin's surprise, Namjoon was there with a smile on his face. He peered behind Dawon to see Jimin looking rather dull.Jimin's body relaxed, his eyes closing when Namjoon's scent became the only thing he could smell. Despite his doubts, Jimin missed him. During his heat, he wished he was there, helping him. He didn't regret calling for him. He only regretted not insisting. Not telling him he wanted it. Jimin looked away from Namjoon, doubt filling him back up."Jimin, how are you feeling?" He asked, but when he saw Jimin's worn down face, he stopped in his place across the room.Jimin shrugged, "I'm going for a ride today." He said, completely ignoring the question. "Would you like to come?"Namjoon was silent, so Jimin already knew what he would say.He chuckled, "I have much to attend, I will not be able to join you today."It sounded like he was distancing himself from Jimin. The omega didn't like it. It made his bones rattle and his skin become clammy."I see."Namjoon was silent for a moment, Dawon too. Jimin stood up, his body faltering and falling slightly. Namjoon inhaled, harshly stepping forward. Jimin hissed at him before he could take another step or get near the omega. Namjoon's jaw clapped shut, and Dawon furrowed her brows tightly."Are you alright—?"Jimin stood up tall, showing off what strength he had left. "I'm fine." He spat, moving passed The Emperor and wrapped the cloak around himself.Namjoon stayed still as Jimin only slightly turned to look at him. "You look like you haven't slept in days.. Please, at least lay down while I'm gone." Jimin said, his tone more gentle than before.Dawon gave Namjoon a look before closing the door and following Jimin out.-Jimin and Dawon were both silent as they strode through the forest. It was much thinner than the last week or so that he went. The leaves were quickly falling from the trees and Dawon was right, it was much cooler than before, too. Jimin shivered as the a stale wind flew right through him. The omega lifted his hood over his head and let a shaky breath leave his lips.Dawon peered over to him. "Do you want to head back?" She asked, noticing the chills. Jimin was getting.Jimin shook his head. "I do not."Dawon nodded and kept moving. Jimin was still quiet. Moments passed, "has he lost interest in me?"Dawon inhaled sharply and looked over to Jimin with large, brown eyes. "What?"Jimin's skin clammed up and his mind was going crazy with doubts. It seemed Namjoon was totally through with him. He didn't even want Jimin at all. Not even during heat. Jimin didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't help but think back to what his handmaids had said months ago. The emperor would grow bored of him and then have more wives, more concubines, more omegas that were better than him in so many ways.Jimin's teeth pressed together tightly. "The Emperor.." He said again, "has he lost interest in me? Will he—Will he ask for a concubine to please him instead of me?"Jimin and Dawon came close to the opening in the trees, and the sun hit their faces. Jimin shut his eyes."He's scared." She spat, her face drawn down in surprise.Jimin looked over to the alpha. "What?"Jimin just couldn't believe that the fearsome alpha would be scared of Jimin."He knows you are afraid of him and does not want to pressure you into anything you do not want."His heart warmed at those words, but it was still cold. "I want—""I don't care what you want." She growled, and Jimin took a sharp breath.His eyes grew big and full of confusion. At the palace, he hadn't had anyone disrespect him or even be the least bit rude. He wouldn't have ever expected it to be Dawon carrying it out."You cannot sit back and let it fester. Tell him, omega. Tell him exactly what you want."Jimin's heart was pumping in his chest. It was faster than he expected and it had his hands shaking on the reigns.Dawon was right either way.Jimin looked to the ground before gently tugging the reigns. His eyes focused on the glittering sun on the calm surface of the ocean. The waves were so gentle and the water seemed to be further up the shore, but just as beautiful.Jimin pulled his hood further onto his head and slowly attempted to climb off. The omega let out a breath after being successful. His boots sunk into the sand again and he happily rejoiced with a small, small smile."Can we stay for a while?" Jimin asked, and Dawon looked down at him with thin eyes. "I-I just need to think.." Dawon nodded, and Jimin took a few steps closer to the ocean.Jimin knelt down, the end of his silver cloak brushed against the icy water when his hand did. He watched the small jewels on his robe sparkle as the sun hit them. Jimin shivered when the water made his body recoil backward. The waves continued to curl over and one washed over the tip of his boots. He smiled.Dawon's horse's hooves clomped against the ground slowly. The omega looked up to her, but she was looking into the distance. Jimin peered passed her. His eyes caught on a couple of bodies that were a few meters down the beach. Jimin could see they had horses as well, there was about four of them."Jimin, get on your horse." She demanded, her voice was dark, and Jimin could smell disdain saturating the air from Dawon.Jimin gasped silently and quickly stood up, heading to Jia with hasty steps. He could hear their hooves now, coming closer and closer. Jimin huffed out a breath as Jia trilled beside him. His foot hooked on the saddle, and he tried to pull himself up several times. After the fifth pull upward, he was finally able to throw another leg over the horse's body. He slid forward until he was comfortable and looked to see the four large men pull the reigns of their horse to come to a stop.Jimin's face grew pale at the sight. He knew who they were—well, he knew what they were.The rope on their belts, the daggers and clothes strapped to their horses. The chains that hung off of the horse's neck like a trophy. He remembered it all too well. They were all wearing dark clothing with bags of something strapped to each horse. Inside, something was different on each horse. One had food, Jimin remembered. Another had medical supplies, but it was nothing to heal with. In the two other bags there were devices that Jimin didn't even want to recount. Tools and hammers they would use to enable the omegas to walk. God, he remembered the pain too well."Bandits." Dawon whispered to him, but he shook his head.Jimin's voice shook. "No," he whimpered with an inhale, "snatchers.. omega dealers." He said aloud, eyes thinning as they trotted closer.Dawon took a deep breath, but didn't let it go. Jimin's hands tightened on the reigns until his palms burned. His knuckles turned white. Jimin could feel sweat rolling from his pores. It was on his face; his frightened scent was in the air. He could only hope Dawon's intense spices could keep it from their noses. He wanted to think his own scent was rather dull. The vanilla and rose and honey, but from all that he's heard in his life, it seemed his scent was the opposite.Jimin ground his teeth together, but Dawon began releasing calming scents. Jimin knew then that his scent was going haywire.He tried. Jimin tried so hard to dull his own scent down, but he couldn't stop reliving everything he went through. The threats, the burning of metal on his ankles, the fear and pain in his stomach from the starvation and his own fear, and the constant shaking and moving around to stay un-caught.Jimin hated it. He hated it all. He hated having to relive—recount memories. He didn't want to—didn't need to relive it. The memories flashed through his head of what he just barely remembered. The night he was taken. There was blood, lots, but it wasn't his or the men's blood. It was his parents, and that was all he remembered. The dark red blood that stained the wood of their tiny cabin on the beach. It stained his mind as well.When Jimin's eyes shifted up to look at the men, he knew it had to be true. It was the same men that took him. Their faces torn with scars from thrashing, innocent omegas—some while slaughter, others while rape. Jimin whimpered behind Dawon, and as soon as he caught the gaze of the most familiar man—the only alpha man—Jimin gasped and turned his head down quickly.He heard the man stiffen and then chuckle. "Wow," the alpha growled out, and Dawon tensed. Jimin could feel skin tearing on his palms from his nails digging in. "Jimin?" He snickered, and the other men didn't seem to notice what was going on.It was obvious they wouldn't. They weren't the same men that helped take Jimin. Dawon's horse moved forward, but she didn't speak. Her soothing scent had dissipated into a much more intimidating one. Jimin, on the other hand, could only smell the other alpha's scent radiating through the air with burnt charcoal and ash."Are those royal seals on your horse, Jimin?" He gaped at the black horse behind Dawon. "Look at how far my prettiest omega has gotten. He's become one of the Emperor's whores.""Kang, was this omega one of yours?" One of he betas asked from the rear, he had a glimmer of pride in his eyes.The man bellowed out a laugh, "that's right!" He smirked, and Jimin felt his body becoming three times heavier. "Took 'em right from his dying mother's arms."The omega stopped breathing, and Dawon's teeth nearly chipped from how hard she bared down."You disgusting fool," she hissed, pulling a long blade from her waist. "Don't ever talk about the future Empress with such a stale tongue." She spat, and Jimin wished she hadn't. For that moment, he just wanted to be the Emperor's whore, nothing more and certainly nothing less.They all let out surprised sounds, and the alpha smiled so big. His disintegrating gums were on show to the world. "Well, Jimin, I guess your cunt really was that good, then, huh?" Jimin's shoulders shook, and he let out a shaking breath. "It's too bad I never got to try it out." He completely ignored Dawon's ready stance. "Why don't you repay me for all those years I took care of you."Jimin's breath had never left his lungs so quickly. Anger boiled in his chest as he heard those words ring in his ears. It was cold, but Jimin's body was suddenly hot with anger. His head twisted on his shoulders, the hood of his cloak falling to his shoulders to reveal his livid expression."You bastard," he growled, and the alpha smirked, "all of those years—all of them—I hated you. I wanted to feed you to the dogs!" He hissed at him, his scent becoming unbearable for even Dawon to handle. Jimin could smell it, rotten eggs, lifting in the air like a bag of vomit.The alpha laughed again, "you still have the same fire as before, huh?" Jimin barely heard the alpha.Jimin's expression soured. His lips curled back, and his eyes thinned. Jimin turned his gaze away from the man and towards Dawon, whose hands were sitting, completely tensed on her sword. He sucked in a breath."Let's go back, Dawon." He muttered, leaning over to pull on her red, military hanbok.Dawon growled at them. Her scent was absolutely horrid, so Jimin tugged harsher. She finally let go and turned her back on them. Dawon didn't look away from their smirking faces. Jimin squeezed his thighs tightly, very tightly around Jia to move her. The horse quickly sped up, and Jimin's body began to shake even more than he was before. Dawon galloped up next to him, while the alpha continued to look behind herself."They won't come right now." Jimin said, voice on the verge of cracking.Dawon's head flipped towards Jimin with large eyes. "What?""They're smart. They'll never strike when you expect it." He whispered softly.Dawon turned back, and they were still sitting there. With a huff, the alpha girl turned back around and continued to follow, slightly behind Jimin. "They'll never touch you. They'll never even get near you, Jimin."
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When Jimin and Dawon returned home, Jimin didn't say a word to Jeongguk or Seokjin, who welcomed him back with large smiles. Jimin just let Jia pass them with large eyes and a pale face. Immediately, Jeongguk and Seokjin looked to another rotten smell entering behind Jimin."Close off the gates, make sure you watch out for lurkers outside!" She demanded, but was caught up by Jeongguk coming to her horse's side."Dawon? What the hell happened?" The youngest general asked with a worried brow.Dawon turned to him for a moment with tight brows. "Jimin.." She paused, looking back to see Jimin slowly entering the stables and Sunmi grabbing Jia's reigns when the omega dropped them to her."What's wrong with him?" Seokjin came up as well after reinforcing Jeongguk's question."Jimin.. He—He met his past captors today." Her expression paled and eyes grew wider.Seokjin and Jeongguk inhaled sharply and turned back to the stables where Jimin was. Jeongguk growled, leaning forward. "Why didn't you kill them, Dawon?" He asked with dark eyes.Dawon's thinned on Jeongguk, "Jimin doesn't like—""Dawon?" Hoseok blurted from behind. Dawon climbed off of her horse, and peered over to Hoseok with a glazed over look of anger. "You smell like Hyungwon was putting the moves on Sunmi again," he laughed, but quickly stopped when Seokjin and Jeongguk looked equally enraged. His gaze tightened, "what is it? Did something happen outside the fort?"Dawon struggled but eventually nodded gently. She then passed her horse to Seokjin and turned away from them towards the fort's walls. "Did you hear me? This isn't some training operation, do as I say!" She yelled, and the sound of stomping feet grew much louder.Hoseok turned to Jeongguk and Seokjin with a dark, but estranged look on his face. "Namjoon wants Jimin to attend a meeting before he leaves for the capital." He said, softly. "What happened with Dawon and Jimin?"-Jimin sat, quite uncomfortably at the end of a table. He was next to Jeongguk—so he shouldn't have felt uncomfortable—but also next to Namjoon, who sat sternly at the foot of the table. There was parchment spread all over the table neatly in front of him. Jimin looked at the words that he could read. There were things about trade and money, he knew those words especially, but he couldn't seem to see anything else.He peered over to Seokjin, who was right across from him. The older winked, and Jimin's face grew taut. He gave a small smile, but insisted on listening to what they were talking about, since Namjoon wanted him to join the meeting. He assumed he was to be learning something."We have a list of the rebellions to the south, names of villages, and their leaders." A man at the end of the table said, passing a piece of parchment to the end of the table. Each general looked closely at the words on it before passing it to Namjoon."And then there's our enemies to the west threatening northern villages." Another man said, fists slightly covering his mouth as he spoke. "They are also impressing some of our sailors."The alpha rolled a finger over his lips before peering over to Jimin. The smaller tensed, when Nmajoon smiled at him. He averted his gaze, and Jimin swore he saw it harden ten times over. "We will go East, to the villages uprising there because they are gathering there for—what looks like—an attack according to the scouts who returned as of late yesterday." He sighed softly. "We will leave tonight, after Jimin leaves for Hanseong.""Where—" Jimin squeaked when he realised he'd spoken aloud. Everyone looked at him, and Jimin sent a worried expression to Namjoon.Namjoon smiled, "say whatever you'd like, little dove."Jimin swallowed, "where are the rebels coming up with their things—uhm—weapons? Is there a supplier?" He asked, only asking Namjoon.The alpha chuckled and turned Jimin's attention to the table of military officers. One man stared at him, "it is the Qing dynasty, your grace, to the west is apart of that as well, they are supplying the rebels with weapons and resources." He explained and Jimin nodded, understanding.Jimin's gaze stretched over to him briefly, to get away from the stares of the betas and alphas watching him still. He bowed his head gently, and he heard Jeongguk whisper to him."The omega empress would never bow their head to generals and officers, like us." He snickered softly, and Jimin noticed Namjoon chuckle when his head shot up from his gaze on his lap."Jimin," Namjoon caught the omega's attention, "what do you propose we do with the western enemies threatening our sailors and civilians in the north?""North?" Jimin blurted suddenly.Namjoon smiled and nodded his head gently. "The Northern villages and Nangnang." He assured Jimin, who stiffened.He juggled in his mind for what reason Namjoon was asking such strategic questions. He didn't want to answer, to choose, or be trusted to choose either. He was afraid. Jimin knew practically nothing of the country to the West. He only really knew his prior home in Hanseong and the ocean side he saw with Namjoon and Dawon.Jimin opened his mouth gently, then began to speak. "You—We could.." He paused, collecting the thoughts he had and the fact that he remembered something about trade. "We have lots of-of natural.. things.. uhm..""Resources." Namjoon helped him out, and Jimin nodded with a small smile.Jimin continued, slowly as ever. "Maybe a-a trade.." Jimin looked to Namjoon, too embarrassed of his incompetence to go on."A trade?" One man from the other end of the table scoffed. He could hear others whispering to each other and felt his heart drop. He wasn't cut out for it. Ruling.Namjoon smiled at him, and then looked up to the men at his table. Yoongi quickly crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed. "The omega empress to-be did not receive a formal education, but he has better ideas than any of you." He growled, and they stopped.Seokjin nodded across the table, "all you knotheads want to do is invade and go to war. Not everything is about gaining territory and omegas for your brothels." Seokjin was so blunt it was almost funny, but Jimin felt better about himself."Go on, Jimin." Yoongi smiled at him from beside Jeongguk.He held his head up higher and, still, he was unsure of the words he wanted to say. "I don't know the word, but a trade—trade.." Jimin looked up to Namjoon, who nodded at him kindly.The alpha then looked up to his men with a stern gaze. Jimin wished he could mimic it. "He's proposing a trade treaty with Emperor Hongli, the Qing Dynasty, to end the hostilities." Namjoon said, and it sounded so much better coming from him.Jimin let out a breath of relief until the alpha turned back to him. "What do we have that they might want, Jimin?"God, Jimin didn't know any of that, so he just sifted through his memories of talking with Hyerin and his tutor.It was vague, and he was sure he'd sound idiotic; he said it anyways. "Silk? Or maybe wine and parchment?" He suggested, and watched as Seokjin's expression lit up like a light."Empress, you're a genius!" He exclaimed, standing up from his seat. The alpha turned to Namjoon with a large grin. "If we initiate a trade treaty, they will cease their supplying to the rebellions and trade with us instead." He smirked. "That could mean victory, Namjoon.""Yes, if we cut the rebels off from a source of weaponry and resources during the winter time, we can finally crush them and enforce order." Hoseok muttered.Jimin couldn't help but feel rather proud of himself as he watched a Namjoon mull over his thoughts. It was then that Jimin thought about the wedding. The alpha hadn't given Jimin a specific time or date. He hadn't even started to prepare either. Jimin didn't think he could live a lonely life in the Hanseong Palace much longer. He wanted the rebellion to be over with—the wedding set.Jimin stood up. It was so quick and aggressive that everyone's gaze flickered to him immediately. His voice caught in his throat as he stared down at Namjoon with big, glossy eyes. He didn't know what to say, but he knew exactly what he wanted."If-If you engage with the Western enemies... The ceremony will continue to be postponed, and I-I won't—" he paused, gasping at how selfish he sounded. Jimin sucked in as much air as he could before sitting back down, head dejected and hands fisting his green and pink hanbok in his lap. "I'm sorry, that was—""Exactly right," Namjoon interjected, standing up from his seat swiftly. Jimin looked up to him with large, surprised eyes. Namjoon looked determined. "Seokjin send an ambassador to the west, Hoseok and Jeongguk prepare to attack the eastern villages soon." He said, voice brisk and with meaning. "You are dismissed." Outside of the large, meeting room, Namjoon laid his large hands on Jimin's shoulders with an excited smiled. "Little dove, you did great." He exclaimed, and Jimin's chest dwelled with so much happiness, he could hardly breathe correctly.Jimin didn't really believe it before, but with that happy look on the alpha's face, he knew he had to believe it. Jimin smiled, brightly. The omega tugged on Namjoon's collar and yanked him to his level. With one quick movement, Jimin laid his lips on Namjoon's. The alpha's scent spiked, unexpectedly, and he couldn't help but lean into Jimin's plush lips—despite the other officers and generals around them. It was inappropriate, but Namjoon nor Jimin cared.Jimin was the one who broke it. The euphoric moment wasn't lost though. It followed both of them into an embarrassed coma afterwards. Neither could move. Namjoon might've been more experienced, but he felt like a child having his first kiss whenever Jimin touched him. It was a sense of nostalgia that he didn't know he had.Namjoon finally snapped from his glazed thoughts and peered over to a young soldier, who by the colours he wore, seemed to be a captain. Namjoon frowned as the younger whispered into his ear. The Emperor turned back to Jimin with a worried expression."Jimin, there's been a slight problem with the trip you were supposed to take home." He explained, and something warm ignited in his chest. "You'll have to stay here for another week or two. I'm so sorry." The alpha dejected his head, but Jimin just stepped forward and leaned himself against Namjoon's chest."I don't mind at all."
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Though Jimin's carriage did not arrive at the fort to bring him back to Hanseong, Namjoon and his generals still left for the east. The morning they began to leave was cold. A chill rocked through Jimin's body as he stood by himself. His body glued to a spot right beside the fort's gate. With the cold, came an eerie silence. There was no metal crashing or soldiers talking, arguing, or laughing. Jimin watched as they left, each general kissing Jimin's knuckles lightly. He would look at them with a solemn expression, until the alpha he was dreading to see stepped in front of him.Jimin didn't like the idea of Namjoon going out to battle. He preferred the alpha remain in the fort with him, to keep his anxiety at ease. So the younger kept his head away from Namjoon's sad face when he stood in front of the alpha. Jimin didn't want to see him, didn't want to feel the burden of losing him so soon. He couldn't help but to look away to keep his cramping stomach at ease. He knew if he looked-The alpha slowly ran a gentle hand across Jimin's cheek, turning his chin softly to meet eyes. Jimin shut his eyes, breath holding in his lungs as tightly as possible. He knew if he looked at the alpha his eyes would well up with tears and break the thin wall of lashes lining his eyes. He knew he would make a fool of himself in front of the strong alphas and betas all around him. If he cried, he would be seen as weak in their eyes. He couldn't-"It's okay to cry, omega." Namjoon said ever so softly as Jimin painstakingly and slowly opened his eyes to look at the alpha.Jimin shook his head and gave the older a strong smile. "Good luck." Jimin whimpered out, voice cracking, but Namjoon looked proud.Namjoon smiled, but before he could stride away, Jimin grabbed his arm clad in metal plates and tugged his larger frame down to meet his wet, plush lips. Namjoon relaxed against him while Jimin sighed out in response. The older smiled into the omega's kiss before abruptly snatching himself away. Jimin's hands momentarily empty as he watched the older whisk himself away, climbing onto the large, white horse."Take care of him, Hyuk." Jimin whispered, as if to not disturb the silence that laid like a blanket over the rest of the fort.He was left there with Sunmi and only a group of men, who were injured in past battles or during training. He knew the look they had was sorrow because he had the same look on his face as he watched Namjoon and the generals he cared so much about leave to put themselves in danger. Jimin might've thought it was selfish, but he couldn't bring himself to claim that it was. Inside, he couldn't help but call himself selfish. He just didn't want them to die-didn't want them to leave him.Jimin glanced over to Sunni, who was staring at the gate as it slowly began to close. She was feeling the same, seeing her mate, Dawon leave to a battle that she may not come back from. She looked torn for only a moment, before she looked at Jimin with a giant smile. The younger smiled at her vaguely.Sunmi took Jimin's hand gently in her own. "It's hard, but.." she paused, and Jimin knew she was trying to be strong for him, "it'll be okay." Sunmi turned as the gate slammed shut. Her teeth bared against her bottom lip, and Jimin could just barely notice the tug of her brows upwards. "They always return." She muttered.Jimin felt bad. Sunmi was almost always cheerful and full of life. Seeing her so distressed made Jimin a bit uncomfortable with the outcome of things.Bravely, the young girl pulled a large smile onto her face. It seemed relatively normal to the ones she gave when Dawon was by her side, but he could still smell the tiny hint of anxiety of the beta's body as she sweat.Jimin's nose twitched as another scent came into play behind them. It was a grassy smell that he'd sniffed out before. Jimin turned to see Daehee stomping towards them with a heavy face. Jimin gave the beta a small smile, but he did not receive one back."I wanted to go." The younger spat, obviously unhappy with staying at the fort.Jimin frowned, and Sunmi elbowed the young prince's side with a painful jab. "You have the honour of keeping the empress from danger." Sunmi growled at him, and he just scoffed."No offence, but I just would rather be out in the fight." He huffed, and Jimin tried to understand. He really did, but he couldn't wrap his brain around it at all.Sunmi was glaring at him harshly, but Jimin just gave a reassuring smile to him. Daehee growled back at the beta girl and sternly crossed his arms over his chest. He was frail. His bones looked weak and his swordsmanship was lacking—especially if he lost to Jimin. It was probably for the best that he wasn't out in the battle field. He was too inexperienced, but Jimin wouldn't tell him that."How dare you," Sunmi let out with a holler, "the empress needs protection, Daehee.""The Omega Consort is behind thick walls and over a dozen strong guards were left to hold it down, including me. He'll be fine."There was something hurtful in his tone. Maybe it was the words he used: omega consort; or the way he spoke with spit about his distaste for his position. He thought maybe the younger beta might be embarrassed still, but it seemed to little too late to be embarrassed.Sunmi's face grew entirely too red for Jimin to not snort. When he did, they both whipped their heads around to watch as he smiled. His anxiety was so high, attacking his brain in so many ways that he simply needed an outlet. It seemed unreasonable laughter was his outlet.Sunmi sent one, final glare to Daehee, "just because the emperor isn't here, doesn't mean you have any authority." She spat, "as of right now, the empress has superiority."Sunmi snuck a hand to the small of Jimin's back and quickly led him into the closed walls of the fortress. She turned to Jimin with a small smile. "That kid," she mused and then turned to the omega, "he's just grumpy that he didn't get to go with Namjoon."Jimin nodded to express his understanding, and Sunmi took a few steps in front of him. "They'll be back before you know it, so what should we do in our spare time?" She smiled brightly, probably to distract herself from the emptiness of the halls.Jimin pondered for a moment, recalling his adventures outside the fort with a shiver. His last time seeing the ocean was ruined. Jimin wasn't sure he'd want to go back, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to follow up on a rain check."When will they return?" Jimin asked, and Sunmi hummed."Shouldn't be more than a week, there was a small uprising not too far from here." Jimin watched her face brighten, and her hands clapped together suddenly. She stopped, so Jimin's feet followed the stop suddenly. "Hoseok was telling me that you're missing your reading and writing lessons in the capitol, so why don't I teach you some things while you're here?"Jimin's eyes glossed over. He missed learning to read and write. He loved to learn the new meanings and sound out the words every night. His tutor gave him multiple children's books, and Jimin would read each one every night. He loved it more than anything.He smiled, genuinely large and nodded his head. "Yes, please." He murmured with a small excitement stranded in the back of his throat. Sunmi giggled, grabbing the omega's hand as she dragged him across the fort.Sunmi and Jimin sat for hours in her and Dawon's quarters. Jimin insisted they don't return to his own because he thought he might become anxious with Namjoon's smell surrounding him. He didn't take into account the fact that it could make it even worse.Every thought was about the alpha as they sat on the ground, pillows under their bums and books in their hands. Jimin couldn't read his, but he would get Sunmi to help him sound out words and put meanings behind each one. Each time, each word or definition would make his mind dawdle back onto a Namjoon. The love story they read together was filling him to the brink with dread, but he shook it off each time, telling himself that his future mate was strong. In return, he would contemplate the mating ceremony.Jimin's eyes glazed as Sunmi read another line from the book. He wasn't listening anymore. His ears were closed and thoughts muddled with only mating. His head slowly tilted up, eyes following until they fell on the mating mark that was sunken into Sunmi's neck. It was healed over many years, but Jimin couldn't help but yearn for the mark on himself. He wanted it on his neck, from his alpha."The mating ceremony," Jimin suddenly blurted, pulling Sunmi from her place in the book with a inhale. Jimin just peered from her mark to her face, which was a bit solemn. "When will it be? What will it be like?""Jimin, it's much too soon to think about—""Is it?" He hummed in disbelief. He'd been thinking about it ever since he was courted by the alpha almost a year ago.Sunmi bit her lip and shook her head, "it isn't, but don't dawdle on it now. You'll only depress yourself." She sighed softly.She was right, and Jimin knew it. He tried hard to block it from his memory. The thought of mating was too much for him to handle at that moment. He wanted to talk about it win someone who'd experienced it. He decided when he returned home, he would ask Taehyung and Hyerin all about it. He would hold back one bit on asking every detail.Jimin stood up, a long yawn stoking brought him. Sunmi watched with a small smile. "I think I'm going to lay down for a while." He sighed, and Sunmi stood."I'll take you back to your room and have Daehee stand guard for you." She explained but Jimin shook his head."Daehee does not have to.""But you'll be—"Jimin shrugged gently, "he is right, the walls of this fort are thick."-Jimin stayed in his room, wide awake for a long while. He was simply thinking, wondering what real mating ceremonies were like and how different it would be since he was royalty now. It'd never been his dream to have a large feast or ceremony, in general. He only dreamed of one day escaping or finding an owner, who was more kind than the other, who would set him free. Then again, every slave dreams of that. Jimin was simply lucky enough to be chosen as a concubine—or empress.He couldn't stop thinks of the word consort it was almost like being a breeder, a whore.He drew his legs towards his chest as he stared onto the dull forest and courtyard as it was lacking its normal energy.There was a small, gentle knock on the door to his room. His body tensed up, knowing it wasn't his normal visitors. "Empress," he heard Daehee's much more gentle voice call from outside.Jimin began to breathe again before humming in response. He let his feet fall to the cold floor below his window sill. Daehee stepped inside and immediately fell to the floor and into a steep bow. Jimin gasped, not really sure what he was doing or why. Jimin stood up, surprised by the strange measures. He wasnt sure if maybe the younger was hurt, but he wouldn't ask."Empress," he said, different from the words he used before. Jimin bit his lip softly. "I wanted to sincerely apologize for my horrid words and disresprct. I-I have no excuse for you, your highness."Jimin sucked in a breath as the beta slowly turned his head up, just barely, before quickly pulling it back down to the ground."Please, can you forgive me?"Jimin was speechless. The boy was on his hands and knees, head in the ground, practically licking the dirty floor. How could Jimin not forgive him?"Of course, I do." Jimin smiled, and Daehee released a soft sigh of relief.The beta stood and bowed to Jimin while standing. "I'm so sorry." He said, head still bowed.Jimin watched him turn briskly, shoulders hanging low on his frame as he reopened the door to Jimin's room. The omega took a step forward."Wait. Daehee." The younger whisked around, brows high on his forehead and fists clenched tight to his side's. Jimin could tell he was nervous, so the omega put on his kindest smile he could muster. "Would you like to sit and talk with me? I get awfully lonely in here." Jimin tried hard not to frighten the boy.Daehee tensed, but slowly closed the door to Jimin's room and stepped further in. His hands were placed behind his back tightly. Jimin could see the taller's shoulders tensing as he stood there. Jimin stood up, placing his hands rather loosely in front of himself."You want to become an officer, am I right?" Jimin smiled at him, and the beta's cheeks became slightly red.He nodded, embarrassedly. Jimin thought it was cute though. He couldn't help but smile brighter at the sight of such shyness from Daehee, who he imagined to be a tough soldier from the dragon's army."I do," he mused, "I want to become one of his most trusted, but it'll have to wait, I suppose."Jimin cocked his head in a sort of baffled manner. "I thought you were of his most trusted, Daehee?"Daehee just shook his head, "I don't think I'm strong enough, like General Jeon and Jung." He explained, but Jimin remained confused."You don't have to be strong to be trusted, you know." Jimin, then, explained to the younger. "He trusts you, Daehee." Jimin insisted with a confident air around.Daehee's cheeks flusters, and Jimin could tell he was happy to hear it. Satisfied with himself, Jimin took his seat on the window sill. "Will I miss them terribly?"Daehee chuckled softly, "the time will feel like a million years in this room." He admitted, and Jimin slumped against the wall with a pout on his lips.The omega crossed his arms tightly over his chest, "then I'll wait the eternity."
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After about a week, the fort wasn't terribly quiet. The courtyard wasn't completely empty half all the time, and the soldiers were laughing as they trained outside, and the injured tried their hardest to be able to do at least something. Jimin stood with Daehee and a few other soldiers in a corner of the courtyard near the barns where Sunmi hung out a window with and arm hookedon Jia's neck as the mare sputtered gently.The feathers of an arrow tickled his cheek as he pulled the arrow back as far as the string could stretch.Daehee whistled, "stronger than I thought."Jimin smiled, letting the bow and arrow fall to his side as he relaxed his muscles. "Wasn't it me that beat you in a spar?" The omega laughed, and a few other soldiers snickered behind the older.Daehee's cheeks heated up, and he sent a glare to the three betas behind Jimin. "That was not based on strength." He said, trying to salvage what dignity he had left with a gentle retort. "Now, pull back again, so I can fix your stance." He smiled as Jimin gave him one.The omega pulled back the bow string, the arrow following. Daehee adjusted his arm, then told him to move his legs to be side-face from the target. He then place a shy finger onto Jimin's chin to tilt his head up just a hair more. Daehee stood back and crossed his arms over his chest tightly."Alright, are you aimed up to the centre?" He asked, and Jimin hummed in response. He smiled, "then let 'er rip."Jimin easily let his fingers slid from the bow's end. The arrow flew forward so fast Jimin almost didn't notice how quick it was to strike just above the outer circle of the target. Even though it wasn't perfect, Jimin smiled at himself. The betas behind him whooped and smiled. Jimin turned around and smiled to the men gathered around him."Yah! You boys, stop goggling at your empress!" Sunmi yelled to them, and all three shied away with small frowns and red cheeks.Jimin turned and and gave her a fierce squint, but she just smiled heartily at him and continued to brush Jia's mane softly. The black horse mewled, throwing her head back."How about we flirt with you instead, Sunmi?" One of the men said, smiling with full cheeks.Sunmi giggled, "What if Dawon comes home suddenly? Will you run away with your tail between your legs again, Seonjo?" She asked, and he slumped back with a pout.The beta shrugged, "maybe she won't be home for a while." He smiled and slinked over to her, but she immediately shut the barn ports with a slick smirk.The beta frowned, but continued to play it off as if he was only going to speak to Daehee. The younger beta chuckled, and turned to Jimin, who was watching the whole ordeal closely. It seemed the camp was closer to each other than Jimin had expected."Jimin, do you want to shoot a few more?" He asked, pulling out his basket of dull arrows and placing them in Jimin's reach. "The last was a good shot, but you missed the mark." He mused with a confident growl. "This time, don't aim—pullback and shoot."Jimin smirked. He steadied himself before pulling the bow back and straightened his legs, held his chin up. Then grabbing an arrow, he immediately pulled it back. Jimin tightened the bow string subconsciously as he strengthened his hold, the arrow immediately slung forward and struck right through the centre target as if the wood and straw turned to butter at the arrows contact.Loud sounds of praise echoed in the air as a few more soldiers gathered around the corner of the training yard. Jimin smiled at them all, and Sunmi re-entered through the barn shutters, pulling the wood planks apart to see Jimin's small victory."Wow, Jimin-ssi!" She exclaimed, and Jimin gave her a strong smile. "Seonjo, you should learn from the Empress, maybe then you'll be put into battle finally." Sunmi snickered, deviously, before shutting the wooden window as Seonjo cursed at her playfully.Jimin giggled as Seonjo stomped towards the entrance of the barn with heavy heels, but a loud, booming voice stopped all of them from breathing."Open the gates! The Emperor has returned!" The guards at the top of the gate cried out with loud voices hustling all the men to open the large wooden doors.Jimin didn't think he'd hear those words for another month. His heart pounded in his chest violently as Daehee, Seonjo, and a few others rushed towards the gate. Jimin stood still, awaiting to see the alpha's face after battle.There was a rush of footsteps, yells, and collective gasps that Jimin couldn't decipher from the all out bustle of soldiers inside and outside of the camp."General Min is injured, get physician Kyunghoon!" One man yelled, and Jimin sucked in a breath as his chest tightened.He couldn't breathe. Someone—no, lots were hurt. He just knew it. Jimin took a few steps back as man pulled a wagon and horse forward as gently, but quickly, as possible. Jimin caught sight of Yoongi, laying frighteningly limp on a bare wagon. His eyes were scrunched together and the skin between his brows painfully tight as he hissed. Then, Jimin's eyes moved down, down, until the wind was knocked completely out of him. Yoongi's chest was bare, but it almost looked as if he had a blouse of red hanging off of him. He grabbed at his gut tightly when he felt he could feel the same wound cutting through his flesh. Other's hands were covered in the dark red liquid, and the sight alone made Jimin dizzy.He remembered vividly being punched in the gut, and he wasn't sure he could take much more than that. Seeing Yoongi's punctured side with a large wound made him feel like he only received a fly's bite.The first sight Jimin caught of Namjoon, his brows were pressed so far down and the muscles in his face were so tight that Jimin was sure he could feel the rage radiating off of the alpha as he stayed by Yoongi's side.He felt so small, so helpless as he simply stood there waiting to be acknowledged or at least pulled out of the limbo state he was in. His feet felt like they were twirling him around, but he was completely grounded. All of the fun and games they'd just played were gone, somewhere distant as if it hadn't even happened.Jimin watched with full lungs as the medic rushed out of the fort with a large case, probably of supplies. The omega began to wonder if they would preform a surgery right there in the centre of the courtyard. He was taken off guard by the next two men to reappear with a long canvas stretcher.Jimin couldn't watch, but his eyes were glued to the alpha's wound as it bubbled and bubbled with blood like some kind of stew. Jimin gasped, his jaw locking up and eyes practically popping from his skull.Yoongi cried out, head stringing back in pain, and Jimin felt so useless. His fingers fiddled together as a void opened in his chest, like something was missing. He wanted to be there, right next to Yoongi, calming him with his sweet omega pheromones, but his feet were stuck in the dirt until a hand grasped his shoulder tightly.Jimin's head flicked to the side to see Sunmi staring at him with drawn up brows. "It's okay," she hummed, and Jimin's body felt like a weight.Sunmi began to walk, guiding Jimin towards the tail end of the line of soldiers following Yoongi into the fort. They were all shooed away by Hoseok, who glared at them with a firm growl. He gave Jimin a concerned smile and then wrapped an arm around his shoulder as Sunmi left his side again.Jimin whimpered, but Hoseok quickly reassured his balance with a strong arm. "Would you be willing to stay in the hospital ward while Kyunghoon works on Yoongi?" He asked, and Jimin stayed silent. The bubbling of blood reappearing every few moments. "He needs your pheromones, Jimin." He pleaded, voice cracking violently."I thought betas couldn't smell our pheromones—""Yoongi can only smell them because he's close to being an omega. Jimin, please." He nearly choked on his own breaths.Jimin had never heard the general so submissive, it hurt him to hear it. So Jimin put on a brave face and nodded his head. He was sure that he looked completely pale, like some ghost from a creepy farmer's legend.But somehow, he allowed himself to be brought into the room. His body shaking. Hoseok squeezed his shoulder, and they stood close as Yoongi was set down on a long, wooden table. The omega sucked in as much air as he could, then blew out. He could smell the rotten scent of metallic blood coming from Yoongi's wound, and immediately tried to counteract it with his own scent. He tried his hardest not to think about the wound or it's pain. He tried so hard, he didn't even notice Namjoon coming to take Hoseok's place. It was the strong, pine smell that snapped him from his thought process.Jimin gently lifted his head up and around to see Namjoon holding back a terrifying face for Jimin's sake. His hand was shaking as it laid on Jimin's shoulder gently. Jimin could tell he was trying hard to hold back to rage of emotions inside of him.Yoongi wailed when the medic poured liquid onto his wound, and Jimin gasped as it simmered with disinfectant. He lifted a hand to grab Namjoon's tightly, to dispel his stress. Namjoon squeezed his smaller fingers tightly to give him a comforting sign.The alpha was being held down by Jeongguk and Seokjin. The medic cursing under his breath as he fumbled out a needle and thread. Jimin thought he might be sick, but he simply squeezed the Emperor's hand and released another gust of his vanilla and rose scent through the room. Yoongi relaxed, only a little, but Jimin felt better, felt less useless that he did before.Eventually, Namjoon had to attend other things with Jeongguk and Seokjin. Jimin was left alone with the medic. Namjoon had pulled up a chair for the omega, and things got relatively easier. Every time Yoongi would groan in pain, Jimin would think of anything calming that he could. His mind became desensitised to the flushed, irritated skin and bloodied towels that laid around the room. He even became accustomed to watching as the doctor pulled the thin thread through a new hole in Yoongi's skin. Every time the needle would punch through, the older would try to squirm and hiss. He felt better when Jimin came closer, though.The medic didn't take too long to completely patch up Yoongi's wound, and he told Jimin it would be okay while he wrapped the beta's waist with white bandages. Something inside Jimin told him that the paleness on Yoongi's face, the way his nose would scrunch up every few minutes, and how his body was shivering wasn't good.The young omega moved closer after the medic did a small routine check up. His uncomfortable wooden chair was as close as he could get to the table. Kyunghoon, the medic, stayed in the room, for fear of something going wrong suddenly.Jimin would glance at him every time he moved, to make sure what he was doing was okay. If he said nothing, Jimin would continue to lay his head down across his arms. He continued to fall asleep there, right next to Yoongi. Even in his sleep, Jimin subconsciously gave off his scent for the beta. He didn't know if it was working anymore, but he was sure the entire fort and everything surrounding would reek of him.-Jimin woke up to fingers soothing gently through his hair. His eyes fluttered open and closed until he came to a more conscious state. He pulled his head off of his arms and immediately felt his neck scream at him. His muscles were tense, but he ignored them to look up at Yoongi, who was sitting up. His torso completely bandaged. There was a smear of red peaking out, but nothing worth worrying about because the older was smiling at him.Jimin's eyes widened for a moment before his realisation struck. He held himself back from reaching out and wrapping around him, and instead smiled brightly. "You're okay?" He asked, not really sure if he should be relieved yet.Yoongi nodded with a small, embarrassed smile. "I am—""You were screaming like a little baby, I bet all the south could hear you!" Seokjin snickered behind them. Jimin turned to see all of the generals standing there with big smiles."This paper cut won't stop me from beating your ass, Jin." Yoongi glared at the older and slowly pulled his legs over the edge. Jimin gasped, and Yoongi chuckled. "It's okay, I'm only going to my room to rest. That table is more than uncomfortable." He explained with a groan as his back popped. He hissed, Jeongguk and Hoseok immediately falling to his side to hold him up properly.Seokjin slapped Jimin's back with a hearty smile, "you did well. That soft bastard probably wouldn't have made it without your help." He said before leaving Jimin with one last person.Namjoon was watching as they all fled the room, talking loudly and probably annoying Yoongi. He then turned back to Jimin with a wide smile. "Little dove," he greeted with a small bow.Jimin's heart spun around in his chest, and he sucked in as much air as he could. The omega quickly rushed forward, pulling on the collar of Namjoon's dress shirt and locking his wet lips with the alpha's. Jimin hummed into the press of their lips, and made Namjoon's scent spike suddenly. The alpha gave a small lick to the edge of Jimin's mouth that had him on his toes with excitement.Jimin had never–He opened his mouth, the alpha taking advantage of his inexperience with complete control. Jimin stumbled back his body squeezed so close to Namjoon's that he could feel their bodies becoming humid with sweat and small, heavy breaths. The older placed a firm hand to the omega's nape, pulling him in closer as his own tongue danced with Jimin's gracefully.Jimin didn't ever think he would–The omega placed his arms around Namjoon's body, but it was loose. His hands shaking slightly with anticipation as the alpha controlled the way his tongue flicked against Jimin's pliant one. His voice caught in his throat. He didn't want to let it out. The sound was too embarrassing. When he was just about to pull himself away, the heat and high of it all becoming too much, Namjoon skilfully pulled on the omega's tongue with his own as their lips locked together again. This time, Jimin couldn't hold back to sound of pleasure that rolled out of his throat soft and sweet.Jimin didn't ever think he would want to with The Dragon–Namjoon pulled away this time, and Jimin didn't know how to tell him he wanted more without sounding like he was in heat. Well—he felt like he was in heat, probably smelt like it too. He could feel slick lathering up between his cheeks, just barely falling between his thighs. He squeezed them together, to try and keep the smell from escaping, but it seemed it already did when he saw Namjoon's coy smirk.It was such a strange feeling. A bubbling in his chest, shivering through his spine, a longing in his stomach as he watched Namjoon turn his back so teasingly on Jimin after giving him a light, sweet peck on the forehead. All of Jimin's nerves felt like they were bundled in that one spot of his forehead, savouring the feel of his future mate's lips on it, somehow.Jimin didn't know how bad the need really was.
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Jimin was very picky as he stepped around outside the walls, Dawon and Sunmi behind him with Jia's strap in her palm tightly. He looked over a small garden of beautiful wild flowers. He was surprised to see flowers still blooming in the wintertime, but Sunmi had explained to him that there are certain seasons for every flower.His chest welled with excitement as he looked down at his small bouquet of lovely flowers. He noticed a few beautiful blue flowers that were frilly like an omegean hanbok. "What are these?" Jimin asked, nose scrunching as the cold nipped at him."Those are irises, Jimin," Sunmi smiled, and he felt a bit like a child—sometimes he wished he could've been for longer.Jimin pointed to a small, white, tear-drop shaped flower. They were small and pretty, Jimin enjoyed seeing them sway back and forth when the wind picked up. Jimin would shimmy back into his thick cloak. "What are these?" He wondered aloud for Sunmi to answer."Snowdrops, Yoongi's favourite." She nodded, and Jimin's heart swelled in his tight chest.Dawon grumbled on her horse, letting a cold breath slither from her lips. Sunmi giggled, nudging the alpha's arm before leaning down to point at each of the flowers Jimin had picked from the gardens. "The yellow flowers are winter jasmine, and the red one is a hellebore." She explained, watching as Jimin's eyes sparkled.The omega gave her a bright smile, eyes folding into thin crescents. "How do you know all of this, Sunmi?" His mind was full of wonder, "you aren't making it all up, are you?" Dawon cackled beside her mate, and Sunmi glared at her.She then turned back to Jimin, shaking her head. "My mother worked with flowers before she met my father. She taught me all about it when I was small." Jimin quickly passed the bouquet the her so he could hop on his horse."I see," he said, climbing onto his horse quickly and taking the flowers back in his own, chilly hands. They felt so cold, he could hardly move them but, "since I'm leaving tomorrow, I'd like to see the ocean once more." He looked to Dawon sheepishly.She nodded her head, "I suppose we can before the sun sets, Sunmi, why don't you head back in?" Sunmi gave a small, curt nod before smiling to Jimin once more."I'll see you when you return, Jimin. General Min will love the bouquet." She said, trying hard to bow before moving her horse around to re-enter the fort.Jimin turned back to Dawon, who was already trotting off in the direction of the sea. Jimin enjoyed seeing the trees completely bare, compared to when he first arrived. The changing colors were beautiful, and he missed them, but now he could see the ocean through the thin tree limbs.It was cold, so very cold. Jimin had seen snow many times, but it felt so ethereal to see while he was free. It came down slowly, in small clumps and single snowflakes, too. A few landed on his nose and cheeks as it glided down. They melted into his skin and left him colder than before.Jimin's hands sunk into his cloak as they broke the opening in the trees. The waves were still crashing with more force than before even. It was dreary, the horizon was covered with a thick blanketing cloud that made everything around it grey and monochrome. The snow was much heavier out in the open. Jimin could see it impair his vision slightly, and he cooed as Dawon huffed out a cold groan.It didn't seem to be sticking to the ground like normal, but Jimin was happy to see the first snow of the winter season. He inhaled, "will the ocean freeze?"Dawon cackled again, before it turned into a cough. She began shaking her head. "No, of course not." She finally answered.Jimin smiled at her as she tilted her head up to watch the snow fall. Jimin did the same, then looked to the flowers in his hands. "We should probably go back now." Jimin suggested, softly. "I just wanted to see it one more time."Dawon trotted towards him, ready to go back quickly. Jimin smiled at her and followed as she led the way.When they returned, the courtyard was full of soldiers looking to the sky with loathing eyes. Jimin never thought he would see anyone glare at snow, but there they were. Sunmi grabbed Jimin's reigns as they came to the barns edge. She let him climb off the horse. Hoseok was there in only a few seconds to help him off, a steady pair of hands on his waist. Jimin held the flowers in his palms tightly, as not to drop them.Hoseok peered at the flowers through a thickening snow that frosted the top of the flowers. He shivered, leading Jimin towards the entrance the the fort. "What are those for?" The alpha asked him gently.Jimin smiled to himself, "Yoongi-hyung."The older chuckled, "would you like me to escort you there?" Jimin nodded, and the alpha led the way."Jimin?" Yoongi hummed, voice weak and cracking.Jimin could see Hoseok's jaw tighten visibly beside him. The alpha tightened his fist that hung to his sides. It seemed Hoseok was equally as enraged as Namjoon, who had yet to emerge from his office since Yoongi's state worsened—the beta collapsing in the courtyard and causing a bit of a scene for everyone. Jimin had heard Sunmi and Dawon talking about villages that burned at the hands of Hoseok and Namjoon both. He hadn't even heard if the attack was successful. All he knew was that less men came back this time and the entire camp was grieving. He'd seen the bon fires two days before and cried when he saw grown, alpha soldiers sobbing with each other.His stomach twisted, but he hastily ignored it and stepped into the room with his small bouquet at his chest. Yoongi smiled at him, lifting his hands from his sides to take the sweet, winter flowers from Jimin's hands."Thank you, Jimin," he said, awkwardly rubbing the nape of his neck.Jimin sat down in a chair that Hoseok gratefully pulled up for him. His hands clasped together tightly and tensed tightly every few laboured breaths that Yoongi would breathe. The older had come down with a fever a few days after returning with his wound. The maester had told them he just needed rest, but Jimin couldn't help but feel anxious. The winter was ruthless, he knew that—lived that for years.A shiver ran down his spine, "did they they die with reason?" Jimin whispered, and Yoongi stiffened.He felt bad, Jimin felt terrible, but he needed to asked—needed to know, to settle himself.Hoseok rested a stern hand on Jimin's shoulder, "Jimin."Yoongi lifted an arm, covering his eyes solemnly. The air in the room became cold, distant. "Yes, of course." He said, voice a void of emotion. "We'll be able to return home next month.""Good men still died," Hoseok growled. Though the anger wasn't poised at anyone, Jimin felt targeted.Jimin shook his head, leaning over his lap. "I shouldn't have asked.""No," Yoongi said sternly, "it was good you did. The empress should know these things."Jimin felt a calloused hand roll across the skin on his cheek. He looked up to see Yoongi's lidded smile and his hand reaching out to skim across his jaw. "The empress shouldn't bow his head to anyone." He smiled. His voice was painfully raspy.Jimin gave him a strong smile, straightening himself out. He couldn't help the tears that began swelling up in his eyes. Jimin hunched over, grabbing Yoongi's hand tightly. His elbows buried into the mattress as the crystal like tears began falling down his hot cheeks.Yoongi and Hoseok both inhaled sharply, but Jimin just buried his face into Yoongi's knuckles. "What is it?" He rasped."You'll be okay, right?" He sniffled, trying to speak before the sharp inhale took over his lungs.Yoongi laughed, so genuinely and loudly that Jimin got a little scared. "Don't worry about me, Jimin." He said after his laughter died down, a gummy still still dawning on his cheeks.Yoongi moved his hands up, wiping Jimin's tears from his eyes. Jimin sniffled, trying hard to stop his tears. Hoseok chuckled behind the two. "I don't know, hyung, you look pretty bad." He joked, and Jimin smiled softly.Yoongi turned back to Jimin after giving Hoseok a glare, "you should worry about Namjoon, he hasn't come out of his hole in a week." Yoongi scoffed.Hoseok laughed, rubbing Jimin's back in small circles. "He probably needs someone to yell at him. Set him straight." Jimin stiffened.The younger ended up walking across the fort and knocking against the large wooden door. There was no answer, and Jimin's stomach started to curl in angst, so he slowly slid inside. The whole room was a cluttered mess. There was parchment all over the floor, some ripped and others torn to shreds. It looked like there was a struggle, tables and chairs slung around and out of place. It was dark and there were no candles."Namjoon-hyung?" He cooed, his voice as soft as a mouse.His eyes slowly came to rest upon a lump, keeled over a wooden table with a hideous scent. He'd smelt it before, when the Emperor killed the spy. Jimin's feet were slow, contemplating as he slowly slipped towards the body."Hyung?" Jimin said again, and there was no response, just a growl. Jimin stopped, feet planting themselves where he stood in the centre of the small room. "Namjoon-hyung, are you okay? Everyone is worried." He managed to say without shaking.The alpha growled again, the putrid smell making Jimin's nose itch with irritation. He knew the alpha's pheromones were strong, but the way they assaulted him at that moment was beyond Jimin's comprehension. He took a step forward, trying not to breathe it in. His hand gingerly touched the alpha's back as his scent glands released his most calming rose and vanilla scent.The alpha let out a long, drawn out groan. "Jimin, I was not chosen to be Emperor so that I could lead my men to their deaths." He growled, but Jimin could tell it was full of sadness, desperation.Jimin sucked in a breath, "but their deaths at least meant something." He started, "I'm sure they would be more than pleased to be able to give their lives for their comrades to win." Jimin's voice was stern. He made sure it was for the alpha.Namjoon rolled his head around, one dark, desolate eye stared back at Jimin. "You really are fit to be empress." He grumbled, before leaning back. Namjoon stretched before hunching over. "I will do everything in my power to avenge them." His voice was so dark and scary that Jimin almost didn't recognise it as the calm and collected Emperor.The omega gave him a strong smile, his chin tilted up into the air with dignity. Namjoon stood up, slinking over to Jimin with a relaxed frame. The older stood tall over him, his gentle hands coming down to caress his drawn up chin. Jimin's stomach boiled with excitement as Namjoon leaned himself down, and Jimin's eyes shut pliantly. He awaited the feeling of soft lips on his, but never received it. Jimin cracked open one eye to see the alpha just staring down at him with a curve to his lips.The young omega let out a small whine, and Namjoon just laughed. The whine turned into a coo when the older finally laid his soft lips onto Jimin's puckered ones.Jimin still never thought he'd learn to love a dragon.
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The carriage returning to Hanseong didn't arrive until much later to the fort. Jimin wasn't sure how he felt. Excited wasn't the word for a month's travel back to the capital. He was tired, and it seemed more than futile for the fact that the war would be over very soon with the negotiation with the dynasty in the west. Jimin didn't truly understand, but Namjoon had called for him to return to Hanseong despite it all. His men short already, he was unable to send Jimin home with more protection than Yoongi.Jimin gently beat his knuckles against the cherry wood of Namjoon's office door. He'd left after Jimin spoke to him days ago. Yet, when the time came for Jimin to leave, the fierce emperor barricaded himself back into the room, dedicating every sleepless wink to strategy."Enter," a coarse, muffled voice said through the thick of the door. He was far, probably seated, hunched over at his study.Jimin turned the knob, slowly entering the room with steady hands. When Namjoon looked up at him, the younger smiled at him. Namjoon shoved the book away from him and rubbed his eyes as he peered up at the omega."Oh, is it that time already? Is the carriage here?" He asked.Jimin simply nodded to him, his throat suddenly closed up and dry."Are you ready to leave? Have Hoseok and Jeongguk packed your things onto the carriage?" He stood, making his way towards Jimin, who placed his hands in front of him."I—uh—I think so." Jimin gave a smile.Namjoon hummed softly, "Yoongi-hyung will be accompanying you back during the carriage ride." He explained, and gently took Jimin's hand in his own. The large hand swallowing Jimin's completely.Jimin smiled at the difference in size. His heart fluttered, and he squeezed Namjoon's hand. "He's feeling better, his illness has mostly gone, I believe." Jimin could finally breathe after Yoongi started to feel better. His wound was healing too slow for Jimin's comfort, but he'd never seen a wound so big either. The maester also told him it'd take time.Namjoon hummed again. It seemed he wasn't excited for Jimin's departure either. Jimin stayed quiet until they made it outside to the cold courtyard. The trees surrounding the fort had lost all leaves and there was a thin layer of frost covering the muddy ground. There was a line of soldiers, generals lined up right next to the carriage, Yoongi at the very end with wooden crutches, probably made by a wood carver in a neutral town a few miles north of the fort. The same village that Jimin received his newest winter wardrobe from a week ago.Each soldier gave a swift bow before standing tall with high salutes. Namjoon stopped at the first of the line, grabbing Jimin's hand back to keep the omega from leaving his side. Jimin turned back to him with a hitch in his throat."Just give me a couple more minutes with you." Namjoon whispered, and Jimin just stood there with stern shoulders.Jimin turned to peer over at Yoongi, who was struggling to keep himself up right. Jimin squeezed Namjoon's hand, and the older slowly followed Jimin's eyes to Yoongi. A sigh climbed through his throat and from his lips."I see," he groaned on, letting his hand fall from Jimin's.The omega frowned softly for a moment, but he quickly pulled on a brave face. The emperor and Jimin leisurely began walking towards the carriage. Each soldier bowed deeply as they passed. Namjoon sighed again."I will miss you, my little dove." Namjoon expressed calmly, but Jimin could feel the disappointment beading on his skin.Jimin puffed out his lips pliantly, "then why can't I just stay here until you return home as well?" He asked, his body becoming lead.Namjoon chuckled, "there are still more battles to come, Jimin. I cannot have you in danger any longer.""The capital was where the bad men kidnapped me—""Yes, and the rat has not been irradiated, but you would be much safer than you are here." Namjoon was firm, but the term 'rat' seems to frighten him a bit. If there was still someone wishing to hurt him, then he really didn't want to be there."That doesn't make any sense," Jimin chuckled softly and stopped when they reached the first general at the end of the line, Hoseok.Namjoon smiled at him, dimples digging in when he saw Jimin's pout. "Would you like to join us on the front lines of battle, darling?" Namjoon smiled so big, and Jimin scoffed.The younger omega turned towards Hoseok, who bowed softly and pressed a kiss into Jimin's knuckles. Jimin smiled at him. "It won't be long, omega."Jimin nodded, and went down the line, letting each general kiss his knuckles and bid him well in their own silly ways. Jimin enjoyed each one, but he was a bit sad with each one.When he arrived at Yoongi, the older simply smiled at him, then at Namjoon while opening the carriage door. The emperor grabbed Jimin's waist, pulling him back. Jimin's chin was pulled back and his lips captured by Namjoon's swiftly. Jimin gasped softly, embarrassed by the surrounding audience, but too invested to break away.Namjoon pulled away, leaving Jimin with the salty sweet taste on his lips and a groan in his throat. Jimin gripped Namjoon's arm firmly before letting it fall. He turned back to Namjoon and wrapped himself around the taller's waist. Jimin easily pulled away, leaving Namjoon's body lacking the warmth it would have with Jimin.The teasing omega climbed into the back of the carriage with help from the hurting beta. He settled into the plush seats and watched as the other generals helped Yoongi climb into the large carriage as well. Yoongi settled across from the omega with a pained groan."How are you feeling, hyung?" Jimin shifted in his seat while watching Yoongi get as comfortable as he could. "Ready to go home?"Yoongi swallowed a curse down and gave the younger a small, very forced smile. "Of course, I feel wonderful." He said and Jimin snorted."It's alright, it's just us two now." Jimin cooed to him with a tight smile, so Yoongi chuckled.-Yoongi fell asleep much quicker than Jimin expected, but the omega didn't mind. He enjoyed the simple quiet company. He stared out the window most of the time, watching the bare trees go by. At some point, Jimin pulled out a small book of bare parchment paper strung together by twine. Namjoon had made for him because of his achievement in the war room. Jimin was given a small wooden writing tool that had charcoal in the centre.Jimin began doodling the trees outside, trying to copy their branches as fast as possible as it went by. When that got boring, he moved onto the alpha sleeping across from him. Yoongi was a pretty beta. He had soft features and almond eyes, a pink nose that reminded him of a cat. His thick black hair was sprawled across the top of his head messily, like he hadn't touched it.Jimin smiled at him, trying to draw as well as he could so that it wouldn't offend the beta. "Cute," he whispered at seeing Yoongi's lips pucker softly in his sleep.There was a sudden bump in the road, and Jimin squeaked while Yoongi hissed, popping up from his sleep. When Jimin looked back down, there was a long stripe reaching across the paper and his drawing—Yoongi's face.Jimin pushed his lips into a pout and peered up to Yoongi, who was already wide awake, his eyes scanning the trees outside. Jimin hadn't even realised the carriage stopped moving."What is it?" Jimin asked in a whisper.Yoongi moved to the other side of the carriage and peered out. He ignored the pain in his gut to do so. Yoongi turned back to Jimin with tight brows. "Stay here, Jimin. I'll go see what—""No, you're hurt." Jimin said, climbing out of his seat. He hesitantly grabbed a weapon that was sitting beside the beta.Yoongi growled at him, and Jimin stopped. "Jimin. You shouldn't—""You shouldn't worry." The younger said in a much more stern voice than before, and stepped out of the carriage.Jimin held the small knife close to his chest, breath still. He looked each way. When he walked around to the front of the carriage, the horses were silently crooning and gently bucking their heads like normal. Jimin breathed out a shaky exhale before slowly stepping towards the back of the transport. Jimin noticed someone's back hunched over one of the back wheels. He then realised it was the driver."Excuse me—" the man flipped around, staring at Jimin with large eyes and a gasp. Before long the look of surprise turned into a large relaxing smile. "What's the matter?"He stood, "ah, y-your highness." He greeted Jimin with a deep bow, and Jimin simply hid the weapon in the rolls of his hanbok fabrics. "There seems to be a broken wheel here because of a rock in the road." He explained and Jimin cooed in understanding."Will we be able to make it to the next town?" Jimin wondered aloud.The man clicked his tongue softly, "I am—um—I'm not sure it'll be okay if we go on, but the town isn't for another few kilometres still, so it may get worse, I fear.""Is there anything I can do to help?" Jimin asked, but there was quick denial from the beta below."No, no, it's okay. Not work for an omega, like yourself." He scoffed, silently.Jimin's mouth grew sour with distaste at the comment. He scrunched his nose up and knocked on the door the carriage. He could see Yoongi peaking out from inside the cabin. Yoongi opened the door for Jimin to speak. "A wheel is broken." Jimin explained and Yoongi sighed.Jimin didn't say anything as the beta climbed out of the carriage as painlessly as he could. Once he was out, he leaned down towards the broken wheel. "Is there no spare under the carriage hold?" Yoongi asked."A-Ah!" The man exclaimed. "There must be!" He stuttered, hurrying to peer under the carriage.Jimin found it strange. The man was the driver, he should've known most of the carriage's knacks and holds.While the man was busy pulling the wheel out, Jimin pulled Yoongi aside. "Hyung, he's acting strange, don't you think?" Jimin hummed.Yoongi stared at the man, who was struggling to take the wheel and struggling to do what was needed. "There's a very pretty, young omega in front of him." The beta smiled with a whisper.Jimin frowned, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "He should know these things, should he not?"Yoongi hummed, taking the small knife from Jimin's hold and flipping it skilfully into his palm. Yoongi turned back to the man who was finally figuring out what he was doing with the new wooden wheel. Yoongi leaned against the carriage trying to soothe his gut at the same time."So—uhm—you know how to do all that?" Yoongi asked.The man stopped breathing, and Jimin got the chance to look over the man's attire. It was royal grabs, but he caught a glimpse of dark red on the white fabric near his neck. Jimin inhaled sharply, grabbing Yoongi's shirt ends. It seemed the older saw the blood as well because he swatted Jimin's hand away."I'm sure. It—It is my—""No, it's not." Yoongi growled and immediately twisted the blade forward. It hovered right over the artery in this mysterious man's neck. "Who are you? Why are you here?"The man froze, and Yoongi frowned at the lack of answer. "Jimin, get in the carriage." He demanded.Jimin opened and closed his mouth with a quiver. "You—You're injured, hyung—"Yoongi growled, enunciating each word thoroughly "get in the carriage."Jimin immediately climbed up a step and entered the carriage, slamming the door shut. Before he could even sit down, Jimin heard a blade slicing, then muffled groaning and a thud. Jimin gasped inside of the transport and fell onto the seats. He didn't want to see.Before long, Jimin could hear muffled voices outside. He pulled a hand over his mouth at hearing one familiar voice above all the rest. It was him, Oh Ilsung. The man he dreaded would return at any moment since they last met at the beach weeks ago.Jimin's skin crawled and whimpered. "Royal seals, a soldier, and a dead man." He hissed, but Yoongi was silent. "I heard this carriage is returning to Hanseong with something of mine."Jimin heard Yoongi shift, he was injured, he could not fight the larger alpha and his squad of beta men. "So you're behind this treason?" Yoongi spat. "What do you mean 'something of yours'?""A little omega, who was stolen from me many years ago." Ilsung spat as well, the disdain thick in his throat.Jimin hunched between the seats as gently as he could to not draw attention to himself inside. He clapped both hands over his lips and held it there shaking.Outside the doors, he heard Yoongi shift. "If you mean the omega consort, he's still with the emperor at the Southern Fort, where you cannot touch him." He lied."That's funny," Ilsung snorted, "I smell his sweet roses from here." A loud knock clapped against the door, frightening Jimin inside, but he didn't make a noise—simply shook like a quaking, frightened bird.Yoongi stayed silent, "is he in here?" There was another few bangs on the door. "Jimin," Ilsung cooed softly, making the younger want to throw up. Jimin held it in, only for him to speak again. "Come out, my jewel." There was another coo and click of his tongue.Jimin stayed silent in the back, trying to calm his shaking until the door to the carriage swung open. Jimin gasped, flinging himself backward and into the second door. He kept his hands held over his mouth as he pushed his heels into the floor of the carriage to get away, but the opposing door was keeping him from going very far.Jimin watched Ilsung pull a rather wide smile onto his face, just like before. His features were more shrivelled than before. He was older, slower and eyes duller, but upon seeing Jimin, they lightened completely.Before Jimin knew it, Yoongi was groaning, tossing the older man away from the door harshly. Jimin gasped, turning himself around to open the second door with rushed hands. Jimin nearly fell from carriage, only to be caught by a large beta smirking down at him. Without really thinking, only his body reacting, Jimin pulled his knee up, making contact with the beta's groin. The man keeled over in pain, momentarily letting Jimin crawl away from him.The omega rushed to the other side of the carriage. Yoongi was being held against the ground by Ilsung. The alpha's thick hands wrapped around Yoongi's neck tightly. Yoongi made noises of distress, nails clawing into Ilsung's hands.Jimin panicked, didn't know what to do as he saw Yoongi straining. Jimin looked behind himself as two more men were coming up towards him, the one that was so rudely hit by Jimin was not smiling anymore. He had a furrowed frown, instead.Jimin inhaled and hastily stepped towards Ilsung, who simply watched with a sly smirk. He dropped Yoongi to writhe on the ground, and turned to look at the omega with large, outstretched arms. The younger stopped, legs quivering as he balled his fists."Jimin, my darling jewel, how dazzling you look in that colour." Ilsung chuckled, and Jimin let a breath fall shakily. "Come with me, and I'll let your general live."Jimin's hands tightened by his sides. "If I don't?""Do you remember the night I took you?" The omega took in as much air as he could muster.Yes, Jimin remembered. He shouldn't remember it, being young—too young. Jimin didn't remember a lot, mostly screaming from his mother mixed with crying from himself and blood from someone else. He could still feel his mother's hands dragging on him as different hands grabbed at him—skin pulling, burning.Jimin shook it off quickly as Yoongi staggered to catch his consciousness behind Ilsung. The alpha stepped back, foot pressing onto the brunt of Yoongi's month old wound. The beta grunted, groaning at the feeling. Jimin gasped, nearly stepping forward, when Ilsung's smirk stopped him."He'll die, and I'll take you just like I did before." Ilsung snickered, but Jimin felt his stomach rumble. "It'll be exactly like before, but I won't be so kind to leave you untouched this time.""Leave him alone, and I'll go with you." Jimin said quickly; Yoongi seemed to growl out a low protest from the back of his throat as he laid on the ground, a foot on his stomach.Ilsung smiled wide at him, signalling for the men behind Jimin to stop walking. He heard rustling, then stopped movements. Jimin gave a small look behind himself, then back to Ilsung when he saw they were unmoving."Let me have a moment with my hyung." Jimin demanded, his nerves settling.Ilsung stood back, his foot leaving Yoongi's body hastily. The alpha placed his hands behind his back. Jimin wasted no time in walking over to Yoongi, who sputtered, painfully. Jimin knelt down, not really caring for his white hanbok any longer, since it was near ruined with his scrambling."I'm—I'm sorry, hyung," Jimin stuttered, "tell Namjoon-hyung—t-the Emperor—that I am sorry as well." Jimin slowly managed to snatch and slide the beta's small knife into his hanbok's folds where the oblivious Ilsung wouldn't notice.Jimin stood, and Yoongi struggled to get up, but his wound started bleeding again. The omega was as calm as he could be. His hands shook around the blade handle as he ignored the giant smile across Ilsung's face.Jimin kept walking. Ilsung joined him with a steady pace, but there was a sly hand traveling down the small of his back until it rested on his bum. It wasn't light. Jimin felt his gut twinge with disgust. Ilsung leaned towards Jimin's ear, his dirty breath pooling on his skin. A gross shiver ran down his spine like a spider."Should we show your friend how well my knot would fill your royal cunt before we go?" Ilsung asked, whispering into Jimin's ear with another hot breath.Jimin furrowed his brows tightly, turning towards Ilsung while his free hand grabbed the alpha's arm tightly. Ilsung stared at him with brows upturned in surprise. Before Ilsung could lean back, Jimin took one swing of his blade upward, slicing a stripe up the alpha's chest. It wasn't lethal, but it would make it difficult for the man to get back up."You little bitch!" Ilsung screamed, falling backwards.When the other two men saw, it was little too late, and Jimin was able to cut the back of their knees easily, ligaments snapping and legs folding with a cry—a little trick he'd learned from living with other, defensive omegas for ten years. Each of them instantly fell as Ilsung staggered behind him.Jimin watched him, heart thrumming with adrenaline, and Ilsung did his best to stare at the younger with big, big eyes. Jimin stared back, anger boiling. "How many omega's have you hurt?" Jimin asked, his body shaking.Ilsung stepped forward, struggling as he groaned at the long cut on his chest. "Wha—What, you whore?"Jimin easily stepped passed Ilsung, swiping the knife one more time and knocking the alpha to the ground. The back of his knee sliced out so that he could not walk any longer.Jimin left them and quickly helped Yoongi to his feet, leading the beta to the two horses that were sputtering. Jimin calmed them and cut both horses from the carriage. They were bare, but it didn't matter. Yoongi and Jimin were both able to climb on top of their own—Yoongi a little less easily.Calmly, Jimin grabbed a hold of the horse, steering his, and Yoongi's followed thanks to the rope tying the animals together."Wait—Wait!" Ilsung yelled from the ground, hands flailing. "We'll die if you leave us here!"Jimin stopped, staring down at him with thin, dark eyes. It was an expression Jimin had never felt, a feeling he'd never experienced. It was bitter."Then die."
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After Jimin patched Yoongi up with the left over bandages, he directed the two of them to the nearest town. A village that looked well populated. The ground was made of stone and it was surrounded by a small riven and long stone wall surrounding it completely. From the first street of the town, Jimin could see a large shrine in the centre with trees taller than the small houses and buildings that lined the cobblestone paths.Yoongi, a decorated military officer, quickly flashed his expensive red robes to the first villagers he saw while entering the town. The streets were alive, shops opened even in the cold. There was one shop that caught Jimin's eye. It had duck and chicken caught fresh and hanging from twine. Jimin couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of the birds. It was a beautiful town, not as large as the one close to Namjoon and the southern fort, named Kyongju, but still large and lovely."General Min," a stern voice shouted, making Jimin's attention flick from the morsels of food to the man draped in green below him. Green, he'd learned, signified a lower class of military. The man quickly gave a bow, shoulders tense to his sides and eyes straight ahead—not really looking at anything at all.Yoongi cleared his throat as best he could and turned to the officer below. "At ease."The man dropped his tense pose and let out a soft sigh before smiling to the younger general. "I received a letter that you'd be coming with—" the man's eyes flickered into something much more surprised as his eyes laid on Jimin.The young omega tightened his hold on the reigns as the man scurried beneath Jimin's horse and bowed deeply, remaining there until he spoke. "Your grace." He said, voice much lower as to not devoid attention to them in the centre of the town. "It's an honour to host you and the general." His face was still towards the ground, not even quivering in his stance.Jimin's brows furrowed, but he kept steady, "thank you very much."The man immediately came back up from his bow and gestured for the two to follow, so they did, slowly behind him. Jimin turned to Yoongi, a little spooked by the stares they received from the town's people."Can we trust these people, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin asked with as small a voice as he could muster.Yoongi smiled, "this is my home town, Jimin, we can trust them with everything."Immediately Jimin bowed his head, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend—""You've been attack more times than war itself, Jimin, it is okay to be aware." He chuckled, and Jimin felt himself loosen a bit more. "Even if you did offend me, you are to be empress, you shouldn't worry about it.""I should worry about my subjects, though, should I not?" He asked, and Yoongi went silent, clearing his throat."Gunho, how has Dalgubeol been in these recent years?" Yoongi changed the subject, and Jimin giggled fondly.The man looked up at the with a raised brow, "it's been well, the city has been prospering since you and your cousin left us." He chuckled, "how is Lord Taehyung, if I might ask? Is Hanseong treating him well?" If there was something Jimin didn't know, it was that Yoongi and Taehyung were related.Jimin blinked and listened closely, "Taehyung is well, he's trapped himself a mate as well, and I believe the empress-to-be is fond of him as well." Yoongi sent Jimin a look, and the younger smiled."Yes, he's very kind to me." Jimin's heart ached for the beta. He missed them both so much.Gunho sent Jimin a weary smile. "He's the kindest creature I've ever met." He said sarcastically before chuckling.Jimin snorted.The walk was a longer distance than Jimin expected. The shrine in the centre of town looked closer than it was. They tucked away into the small palace's stables, letting the two horses rest. Yoongi was quickly escorted to the maester, Jimin by his side the entire time before it grew dark.Inside, Jimin was greeted by the caretaker of the shrine in a swooping bow. "Your grace, my name is Lee Kwangjo, I'm honoured to have you stay at our humble lodging of the gods." He said, voice kind. "They welcome you and General Min whole heartedly." He had said before showing them both around with pleasent chatter.Jimin was delighted to be able to eat a meal of roast bird and cabbage. He enjoyed the taste by a candle lit dinner, but it seemed so lonely without any of the general's or Namjoon. He found himself missing them all terribly.The omega sat by Yoongi's bed in the late hours. He wasn't really worried about image much as he sat comfortably with the beta in his chambers. Jimin's close friend was wounded, he would be a fool not to give him company, but he did keep himself at a distance comfortable for both of them."I'm sorry, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin reminisced quietly while tracing the designs in his recently changed hanbok. The other being soiled in dirt and speckles of blood.Yoongi shifted in the sheets of his bed, "what are you apologising for?" He asked, and Jimin sighed."Those men.. They were my former captors, if I would've just shown myself, you wouldn't have been hurt." He explained himself through a crack in his voice.Yoongi chuckled, "I knew I should've killed them." He took in a deep breath and blew it out firmly. "Jimin, don't worry about me. What you did was beautiful and graceful. I was so proud." He smiled, and Jimin's heart fluttered.Silence passed them again before Jimin spoke. "Dalgubeol is beautiful, Yoongi-hyung."He shifted with a tired groan, "I'm glad you like it. Dalgubeol will welcome you anytime, Jimin."It was after that that Jimin fled Yoongi's room, escorted by handmaids to his own chamber in the vast shrine. It was more beautiful on the inside than the out. The paper walls and sliding doors much like those of the palace, but instead of dragons and tigers, birds with expensive wings and talons as sharp as knives were drawn across the fabrics. The eagle was a beautiful bird and it decorated much of the shrine including the intricate vases and rugs that were palaces delicately all over.Jimin's room was relatively large compared to Yoongi's. Equip with a readied bath, Jimin was ready for a night of relaxation after a long day of pain and exhaustion.It was true. Jimin slept like a child that night. Greeted only by the sounds of nature and his own sleepy thoughts. There was peace and by the morning his only wanted to stay in the warmth of his bed, each movement would bring a cold rush up is toes, and he would whine ever so quietly at the feeling.Nevertheless, Jimin got up with the motivation of seeing Taehyung and Hyerin again. That one thought kept him going.The people of the Dalgubeol shrine were kind. Especially Kwangjo, the ruggedly handsome beta that kept the palace beautiful. He provided a newer, larger carriage for the two to ride in and it was much faster and larger than the first. The seats were plush and soft, allowing Jimin to sink into them easily. It also had a large compartment for food and wine as well.He'd thanked Kwangjo and the handmaids for their hospitality before Yoongi and he departed for Hanseong. He agreed to take as few stops as possible so that they would arrive sooner. The route was much quieter and the only disturbance they had was a heard of cattle, refusing to clear from the dirt path. The ordeal gave something Yoongi and Jimin to laugh at, at least.Jimin mostly enjoyed seeing the empire that he would soon help rule. It was so strange, Jimin himself didn't truly believe it would come true. With the wedding being postponed and replanted, it might not happen. Jimin frowned at that, but after a month of travelling, he was becoming irritated and a bit tired of the long lasting bumpy nights that continuously woke him.Jimin rolled his eyes at the endless farm land that stretched through the countryside. There was nothing but frost covering the ground and the carriage was chilly as well. Yoongi was sitting across from him with no furs because he'd given them to Jimin, who said he was cold too many times to count."How much longer?" Jimin asked, feeling the capital growing closer.Yoongi shrugged, placing a book he'd pegged from a tiny library in Anyang (a small and growing town) into his chest. He peered over to Jimin, who also had a stack of children's books he was learning from placed beside him. The poems and small fantasy tales becoming too repetitive to bare. "I'm not sure, maybe a few hours depending on how tired the horses are." He explained and watched as Jimin almost whined in protest."We've been riding for a month, I'll never leave Hanseong again." Jimin pouted, stomping a foot on the ground childishly.Yoongi smiled and manoeuvred himself into a sitting position. "It'll go by quickly if you find something to do." He said, and passed Jimin his own, much larger and more complex book.Jimin frowned, but reluctantly took it. "You know I can't read this, right?"Yoongi nodded, "try, why don't you? You've learned so much on your own and with Sunmi, you'd be surprised." He said almost proudly.Jimin sighed softly, but opened the book to a random and immediately picked out a couple of words that he knew. Hey were small and easy things like 'see' and 'bed'. Jimin's brows knit together slightly and he pushed the book forward for Yoongi to see."What does this say?" Jimin asked, but Yoongi leaned back, refusing to answer."Sound it out. Read it to me, Empress." He said, sly and confident.Jimin hummed going through his brain for all of the letters and sounds he knew of. "Uhm," he swallowed sounding out each word and character, "he.. had nev-never felt so good—""Whoa! Wait!" Yoongi snatched the book and turned it to read the words that Jimin was reading. After seeing it, he immediately slammed the book shut and sent a red cheek smile to the omega who was watching him in confusion. "Nevermind that." He mumbled, peering out the window and pointing. "Look. I can see the walls of Hanseong now!" He smiled bashfully, swallowing when Jimin's attention was pulled to look out the glass window of the carriage.A giant smile drew itself across his face. He was finally home, but he didn't know when he started to consider Hanseong his home.
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Jimin had never been so nervous. He craned his neck towards the window, trying to see through the sliver that was not covered by a thick velvet cloth—for privacy purposes, of course. The streets were lined up with citizens all come from their homes to catch a glimpse of a royal carriage while lounging through the open markets. Jimin hadn't actually showed himself to the people of his country yet, nor did he want to.A few of them had looks of confusion and many were simply trying to see inside of the carriage as it travelled the long, cobblestone path towards the palace that was placed in the very centre of the city. It sat above everything as if the gods had put it their themselves. There were rumours that Namjoon was the rightful leader because the gods were astounded by his beauty. That the alpha was blessed by the gods to win the rebellion—that should've been crushed by the former emperor. The palace was mighty, the copper tigers were replaced by golden dragons that danced with reds and blues and golds. The first time Jimin saw the massive, three or four building palace, his jaw had fallen open with wonder.Jimin leaned back and blew a breath from his lips, shakily. Yoongi watched him with concentrated brows. "You'll have to get used to large crowds. The citizens like to see their rulers—especially when those who've heard rumours of how the omega consort bewitches anyone that looks at him." Jimin's heart skipped a beat, and he turned a quick glance to Yoongi."Bewitches?" He almost stammered.Yoongi smiled at him, "yes, cursed to fall in love with you."Jimin immediately fell back against the seat, slumping down against it and scoffing. "We should've taken a back entrance." He whispered softly, but Yoongi knew it was only the anxiety of being seen for the first time—being pegged by his people as good or bad. It was important.The next few minutes were tedious until the carriage stopped and Jimin's heart as well. He quickly peered out the window. There stood the giant wall that blocked the rest of the city from the palace like a mountain range between two very different countries.Behind the carriage, there were people stacked almost on top of each other, looking rather sceptically on the carriage.Jimin looked forward and swallowed down his nerves as Yoongi stood up. Jimin looked out once more, his body filling with adrenaline when he saw Hyerin and Taehyung stepping towards the carriage with several other betas that Jimin had met and seen many times before. One of the healers was there as well, probably awaiting an injured Yoongi.The carriage doors opened slowly, and Jimin stiffened. He wanted to see Hyerin and Taehyung, but there were so many people watching with close, sceptical eyes. Jimin was simply awaiting judgement at his own trial.When Yoongi began gently stepping out of the carriage, clad in his red robes that matched the bloody black hair he had on his head, Jimin's panic grew, but he managed to suppress it when he heard Taehyung's voice call out to the older, greeting his cousin warmly. Jimin knew even if his people were not fond of him, Taehyung and his other friends would be there.So the courage came to him, Jimin stood up, dusting off his red and white robes and adjusting himself before he stepped towards the exit of the carriage, greeted by a boxy smile and an outstretched hand. Tears were inevitable, he knew that, and yet he couldn't help but curse himself as they formed at his lash line thickly."Jiminie," was the first thing he said, and Jimin wanted to burst into tears. "Be strong for now." He hummed to keep the omega comforted.Jimin merely nodded as softly as he could. A small smile pursed on his lips, but he gladly took Taehyung's warm hand, guiding himself to step out of the carriage with ease.People began to talk, it was mostly 'oohs' and 'aahs'. The whispers and gasps were too muffled by Jimin's excitement—his heart beating too loudly. He couldn't take his eyes off of Taehyung but for a moment when the citizens behind all began clapping, shouting out praises of joy and good health to the omega. Jimin stared with big eyes, and when Taehyung squeezed his hand he was finally able to push a large smile onto his lips as if it were natural. He couldn't help the smile that took over his face. Jimin turned and bowed to the crowd of people in greeting, and they continued to whisper and gripe to each other with blushed cheeks and smiles.He was home with his best friends—the only thing he was missing was the alpha. It felt unnatural, and there was anxiety filling his chest like a scurrying animal gnawing at his stomach.Taehyung swiftly led him towards the ministers, who all gave him smiles of curtesy and welcome before bowing steeply. "Your highness, welcome home." Jaemin greeted for he rest of the ministers as they slowly fled back up to full height.Jimin gave them a kind smile in return, "thank you, Minister Jaemin." The greyed haired man crinkled a soft smile that followed the blush on his cheeks.He moved down the line of ministers until he made it to the end where Yoongi stood. Taehyung handed Jimin off to the general. "I'll talk to you more when we return to the palace." He said, before slipping away, and Jimin almost cried out in defiance, but he bit his lip instead.Yoongi offered an arm to Jimin, and the younger took it graciously. "Ready?" The beta asked, and Jimin nodded.The walk to the palace was long, with every officer, small council, and military soldier stationed in the cast stone courtyard of the entrance to the palace. He hadn't expected such an extravagant return party in his mind, but then again, he'd never been royalty—he didn't know what was customary."Is this.. normal?" Jimin asked Yoongi as one by one, the betas and alphas all bowed at at least nnth degrees as he passed. His arm was tightly interlocked into the crook of Yoongi's elbow.Yoongi hummed, "no, not really. Usually, it is only a line of soldiers as a welcome." He explained and Jimin couldn't help but flip his gaze onto the older man."What do you mean? Then what is this?" He asked, a bit frightened by the sudden change.Yoongi smiled, gaze kept forward. "This is an apology to their omega empress-to-be." He chuckled, and Jimin couldn't even process the words as they came out of the beta's pliant lips.He simply watched all of them, each one with a look of disappointment—probably in themselves. Jimin didn't know how to feel, what to do. He was surprised, bewitched by the respect he was given.The entire walk to the main palace building was tense and full of discomfort. Jimin let out a relieved sigh when they were behind closed doors, and when Yoongi unhooked his arm, he turned straight around, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's neck tightly."Tae!" He exclaimed with a crack in his voice. The others in the room all tensed, a few of the ministers gasping. "I missed you so much." He whispered, voice muffling into the crook of the beta's neck."I missed you, too, Jiminie." Taehyung wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist, spinning him around while the omega giggled into his shoulder.When they pulled away from one another, tears were streaming down Jimin's face. He didn't care about his state anymore, they were behind closed doors and protocol was thrown out the window.Taehyung pulled fingers through Jimin's short, black hair. His lips agape and eyes wide. "Jimin—"Jimin shied away with a frown. His own fingers were fisting through his hair in seconds. "I—It was the only way to—""It looks great." Taehyung inhale, a giant smile growing.Jimin couldn't help but bashfully scuff his shoes of the floor with a blushy smile on his face, his nose crinkling while he whispered thanks. He then turned, looking all around. "Where is Hyerin? I want to see her." Jimin smiled brightly, and Taehyung returned it with a small giggle."Jimin!" Hyerin's voice erupted from down the hall.The omega was running towards him, holding her green and pink skirts in her hands as she allowed tears to roll down her face. Jimin's face lit up brightly, and he turned towards her, out-stretching his arms so that she could run into them. She did, a small sob escaping her lips as she did."My god, Jimin, I was so worried about you. I was so, so worried you have no idea." She babbled, slipping into a satoori that Jimin didn't really understand well.They wrapped around each other, Hyerin sobbing into his neck as he rubbed her back to comfort her. Jimin's scent released its soft vanilla and rose. Hyerin immediately relaxed in his arms, her lips exhaling a sigh."I'm so glad to be home." Jimin said without even realising he'd called it home.Hyerin showed her teeth in a giant smile before turning to Yoongi, who waited by Jimin's side in silence. She gave him a kind smile, "how is Hoseok?" Jimin didn't notice the suggestive wink she'd passed him, "did he do that to you?" She asked, pointing to the crutch he was leaning on.Yoongi scowled at her, his cheeks going red with colour. "Of course not." He grumbled.Hyerin cackled, throwing her head back. "I'm only kidding, don't get so red. Welcome home, Yoongi." She hummed, giving him a long delicate hug.The healer tapped Yoongi on the shoulder, so he turned to leave but there was a firm slap to his ass from Taehyung. The ministers gasped, and Yoongi simply growled at him playfully."Lord Taehyung, he could have your hands for that—"Taehyung chuckled, interrupting him. "Don't worry, Minister Youngchul, he loves it." Taehyung said before taking Jimin's arm in his and leading the omega away from the five ministers—one, Hoseok, was not there to be apart of the line.The walk with Taehyung and Hyerin was delightful. Jimin had never been more amused in his life, one arm in each best friend's arm, happily. When they fled through the gardens to the west wing of the palace, Jimin gave them an estranged looked."Where are we going?" The omega asked with a small voice.Taehyung smiled at him, "Namjoon sent a letter a few weeks ago, telling the servants to move your things into his room immediately for your return.""I see you both got closer during your stay at the southern fort." Hyerin said, voice suggesting.Jimin's face lit up a bright red, "his-his room? Why?""The wedding is being planned, Jimin! You must know." Hyerin gasped.Taehyung smirked, "she's only joking, love, there's more protection in his own quarters, and no one but us and a select, trustworthy group of servants know of the move." He explained, and Jimin's body relaxed just a bit. "You will never be threatened again, not as long as I live." Taehyung said, his voice much darker than it was before. Jimin had never heard it so terrifyingly angry.Jimin swallowed, a bit nervous, but Hyerin was there to lighten the mood. "So how was the south?" She gasped, latching onto Jimin's arm tightly. "Did you see the ocean?""I did!" He exclaimed, ignoring the disgust when he remembered Ilsung.A shocked trill ran down Jimin's spine as one giant man, two times Jimin's size, stationed in front of Namjoon's room bowed deeply. "Who is this?" Jimin asked, unable to look away from the soldier's giant frame and metal covered body.Taehyung smiled and stepped forward, "this is Kim Haeil—my cousin. He was sent by Namjoon specifically to guard you for the rest of your time here." He smiled, and tapped the metal suit of armour. "Though, he's not good company, he's never been beaten."Jimin nodded in understanding. He bowed slightly to the man. "Nice to meet you, Haeil." He said, hesitant while the man bowed again and opened the doors for them. The three stepped passed him, and Jimin's gut untwisted.It was already lit up with multiple candles and lanterns. The room looked a bit different, cleaner, than when he last saw it. His memories immediately fled to the first time he'd ever seen Namjoon's anger. That anger was nothing compared to the side he witnessed in the southern fort.Jimin inhaled, his breath hitching in his throat when all he could smell was that sharp pine lingering. Namjoon lived in the room, what did he expect?Taehyung squeezed his arm, smiling at him with brows strung together. "It won't be long before he returns, Jiminie."Hyerin hummed, "yes, be strong.""Oh, don't worry about me." Jimin giggled to them happily. His hands slipped into Hyerin's and the other into Taehyung's palm. "I missed you both so much.."They both softened. Hyerin hummed, gripping Jimin's hand tightly in her own. "How is Hoseok, love?" She asked, and Jimin almost forget she was mated to the alpha.Jimin swallowed and smiled at her. "He's well. I met Dawon, too." He said with big eyes. "And Sunmi."Hyerin's eyes lit up happily at the mention of the two. "Ah! Is Sunmi doing well too? Still with those horses?" She giggled and clung onto Jimin's arm for a moment before running his hands up to her lips. "Has she managed to get Jia and Hyuk mating yet?" She asked, giggling when Jimin's expression changed completely."Mating?" He asked, a bit taken aback.Hyerin cackled, and Taehyung snorted too. "Of course, those two have been at it for years, but it's been difficult for Jia to get pregnant." Taehyung explained. "Don't look so worried, Jiminie."Jimin shook his head, "I-I—uhm—I just didnt know about that." He smiled."Oh, dear, it's tradition for every Emperor's horse to mate the Empress'." Hyerin continued happily clapping her hands. "Those two horses are in love."Jimin's mouth fell open in surprise. "I-I didn't know that."Hyerin laughed again and then gasped. "Jimin, you know Jia isn't really into people, but Sunmi sent me a letter and told me that she loved you!" Hyerin giggled. "Congratulations!"Jimin couldn't help but smile at her. "Sunmi taught me somethings while I was in the fort, do I get to start the lessons again?" Jimin beamed at her with so much anticipation it hurt.Taehyung smiled at him, "yes, you will, but, Jimin.." His voice grew progressively deeper, and Jimin knew what was coming. He had to know. "Things are different around here now. There are still people who—uhm—who want to hurt you."
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Now, Jimin really didn't understand the point of him returning to Hanseong, if it was still full of bad people. He'd stayed up almost all night thinking about it, about Namjoon as the alpha's scent muddled his every thought. Jimin was smushed between Hyerin and Taehyung on the master bed of a Namjoon's room almost every night. They'd refused to leave him—even with that giant, Haeil, standing outside—and he suspected Taehyung still would refuse tonight as well, even if Hyerin was absent.Jimin wasn't exactly scared, he wouldn't say, but he was a bit skittish of everything. He was escorted almost everywhere he went by Hyerin and Taehyung as well as Haeil. Taehyung had taken the time to tell Jimin that all of the guards closest to him—Haeil too—were vetted by the Emperor and the generals themselves. It soothed Jimin for a while, but being in the presence of Hyerin and Taehyung was what soothed him the most—aside from the scent of minty pine trees plaguing him while he slept.. tried to sleep.Jimin laced his fingers through Taehyung's as they laid on the bed, Hyerin's slot was empty, cold. "Have you checked on Hyerin?" Jimin whispered.Taehyung shifted, groaning softly. "Yes, a few hours ago. She's fine, Jiminie." He hummed. "Did you ask the physician for your medicine? If you don't, your heat will come full force, won't it?"Jimin nodded, "yes, I took it. I've never tried it before though, so we'll see." He hummed and Taehyung settled.Jimin nuzzled against him. "Heat is harder in the winter—much harder without a mate." He said, and Taehyung sighed softly. "I don't understand them." Them being Hyerin and Hoseok.Taehyung's grip tightened around Jimin, "Hoseok used to be a member of the late Emperor's court.. Yoongi, too—""Yoongi? What's he got to do with anything?" Jimin snorted, pinching Taehyung's side. The younger beta giggled softly."They're in love, Jiminie." He then sighed and hugged the omega tighter. "Hoseok married Hyerin to save her family from persecution by the late-emperor, saved her from becoming that devil's concubine—even when he loved Yoongi." Taehyung scoffed and made a noise of disgust. "Isn't that such a sad, romantic tragedy?"Jimin hadn't really expected that of all things to happen. It warmed his heart to think of the sacrifice Hoseok made for Hyerin—even Yoongi made a sacrifice. Jimin smiled, hiding it into Taehyung's chest while humming out a small song."I've grown to love so many more people now that I'm here." Jimin's voice cracked with genuine happiness, his grip tightening around Taehyung's waist tightly. "I'm so grateful—really."Taehyung pushed his face into the crown of Jimin's head, a rush of emotions hitting both of them when the omega felt tears on his head. It only made the wetness in his own eyes fall as well."Before you—you—uhm—got...""Our fight in the courtyard?" Jimin said, voice softer and softer.Taehyung let out a long, long breath. "I wanted to apologise—" Jimin squeezed Taehyung until he couldn't speak anything but a groan."It's okay, Taehyungie." Jimin whispered, "you have nothing to apologise for."Taehyung let out a noise of glee while wrapping both his arms and legs around Jimin. The omega giggled softly, pulling Taehyung's hair until he let out a series of uncomfortable whines."Ah! Jiminie, let go, let go!" He squealed until Jimin let go of him.A smile graced his lips as he happily shoved his face into the crook of Taehyung's neck. He searched and searched for a scent stronger than Namjoon's on Taehyung, but the beta only smelled of the palace incense—Namjoon's pine still overpowered it all. It made him sad—well, horny more than anything. He missed Namjoon's company.-There were moments that Jimin was alone, without Hyerin or Taehyung to keep him company. It was less than before, but Jimin appreciated it when he got it.He curled his body into the sheets of Namjoon's bed. The pine was still stark in his nose when he inhaled each time. It made his tummy flutter and, somehow, his manhood twitch. Jimin had never been one into sexual fantasies—or anything sexual for that matter. Yet when he took in Namjoon's scent, he felt his body flinch and need. He'd only felt the need during heat, but he wasn't in heat.Now that he thought about it, it was his heat, but a much more condensed and less painful one thanks to the medicine the physician gave him just hours ago. There were no cramps, no foggy vision, just a small lust growing in his pit as he took in Namjoon's scent.Namjoon smelled so good, Jimin considered it home. He inhaled again and his hips rolled down into a plush pillow. He felt a bit of shame knowing that he was sullying the sheets with his lust, but he couldn't help it. He needed to relieve himself of the coil that was growing larger and larger in his gut.The gentlest whine ripped from his throat and into the air at the second roll of his hips into the pillow. He felt like he was in the last stages of heat—his body loving this version of heat. His cock was straining against the soft cotton of his pants and his body was over heating from the mere thought of Namjoon. Jimin hummed at the thought of his future mate: his eyes, so dark and desperate for something, his lips, always asking for Jimin's own through parted silence, and his body, which was worth praise, taunting Jimin at the worst moments.The omega growled softly, before giving into his lust and pulled his pants to the pits of his knees. Pleasuring himself in such a way was not normal when he wasn't in heat. He felt strange, like he wasn't, but he was in heat. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it.The feverish omega grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and made sure it was soft and fluffed with the softest feathers. Jimin's hand wrapped around his pink, hard length, the tip just peaking out from the gap of Jimin's thumbs and index finger. It was something he was mildly proud of. Omegas usually had hardly a bean, but Jimin was good for his class.He thumbed at the tip, which beaded with precum, and groaned softly. He really didn't want his voice getting out, being surrounded by soldiers—Haeil right outside. It would be most embarrassing to find out he could be heard—not that they would say or do anything. It would be useless though. Slick ran down his thigh and a rush of vanilla and rose wafted through the room. His scent would give him away, and there was no point in hiding it.One single stroke from his hand, and Jimin was taken overboard. After the swipe of his tongue over his lips, they fell open, and his lashes fluttered daintily over his cheeks. His stomach was sparking and his body twitching for more. Jimin gave into a few more palms before grabbing the pillow and moving it to lay below his groin. He then let his head fall onto the soft silk of the bed, ass up in the air—shamelessly.It was a shame Jimin couldn't pleasure his real need with his fingers—where he truly wanted it. His fingers too short to even try, and he had tried. So Jimin rolled his hips into the pillow, the soft silk and rounded feathers swallowing his cock up with a delightful sting of pleasure bursting in his gut. A small release of noise bubbled its way from his throat before he could stop it. Luckily, the sounds were quiet, but his scent was like a beacon as more and more sweet slick lathered between his cheeks and down his thighs as he continued to thrust his hips into the pillow below.The omega's teeth grit the silk tightly between them as an alternative to noise leaving his lips. Instead a soft, soft groan left them at the last roll of his hips, and it quickly turned into a high pitched whine as his length twitched with its release. He saw the smallest film of white in his vision while the coil in his tummy unraveled itself. The wave of pleasure hit Jimin hard. So hard, the omega collapsed into the silky blankets below with a small whiny sigh.That was it. He thought. His heat was already over.Jimin was given no time to rest when a patterned knock rocked against his door. It was Taehyung. A worried, embarrassed gasp riddled through Jimin's lips as he pulled himself off of the bed below. "Tae-Taehyungie.." He whispered to himself, then leaned against the bed to pull his pants back up.Full of shame and distress, Jimin pulled his discomforted body from the bed and rushed to Namjoon's desk were plenty of herbal perfumes were placed. Jimin grabbed a few and began lathering himself up with the oils and perfumes until his nose grew itchy.The knock went again, and Jimin bit his lip. "Just—Just a moment!" Jimin yelled back, but finally gave up on cleaning the bed to stalk towards the door.He opened it slowly so that only a crack showed his puffy, pink face. "Y-Yes?" Jimin mumbled, and Taehyung smiled at him with confused brows."You smell like..." Jimin's gut froze, Taehyung could smell him. "Too much perfume, love." He chuckled, and Jimin simply smiled in return."I—uhm..." The omega could think of no excuse.Taehyung politely smiled to him with hands behind his back, "well then, dinner is almost ready. Would you like me to call your handmaids to help you get ready?" He winked, and Jimin's face turned even more red than before.The omega pushed out his bottom lip to pout. "Yes, please.. Thank you." The handmaidens came in not long after, and each of the young beta girls could only grown a bit red as they realised what he'd done. Of course, they were good at keeping it a secret.Jimin sighed softly, leaving the bathroom after he was able to wipe himself down—cheeks and all. He smiled to the girls as they gave him bows (he still wasn't used to it). They scurried with his clothing, coming to his side with a lovely casual set of clothes that he gladly took from them."Could you—uhm—" his lip shook, so he pulled it between his teeth. "Can you please change out the bed linens? I—uhm—thank you.." He said before taking the clothing and hurrying to change into it.Jimin heard a few of the girls giggle before beginning to do as they were told. Jimin could only let out a shameful sigh of disappointment before drearily putting his new set of clothing on.
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The winters of Hanseong were unforgiving, Jimin knew that, but he missed the gardens throughout the palace. Taehyung had told him the gardeners change the plants according to the seasons. Until Sunmi had shown him, Jimin didn't even realise that flowers bloomed in the winter. He'd assumed it was too cold for anything to live.The couple weeks of being back in Hanseong were kind to Jimin. He'd learned how to read some more, and the writing he was working hard on perfecting. Namjoon sent Jimin letters every month or so, telling him details of past battles. Jimin was happy to read each victory. Namjoon would send him flowers imprinted on the parchment and little doodles that he or one of the generals had drawn especially for him. Each and every letter, Jimin kept close to him. When he couldn't sleep at night, he would read them until he was lulled to sleep.Jimin had forgotten their voices, mostly. He only remembered faces and scents: Jeongguk's after rain musk, Hoseok's spice, Seokjin's sharp apple rum, and Namjoon's minty pine had all been engraved into his mind like ink on parchment. He missed them and awaited the day that the war was over.Jimin held Namjoon's most recent letter close to his chest. The pine smell was permeating in the air gently around him as he twirled a small, flattened winter flower in between his thumb and index finger. Life was long gone from the flower, but it still held its rosy tint and soft petals.In this letter, Namjoon gave him a date. The wedding would be in the spring when the cherry blossoms and roses begin to bloom and when the sky was always blue and pavement always wet with rain. Reading it brought a trill of excitement to the omega's chest. He could only imagine the grandness of a royal wedding. He hoped it would be as lovely as he was imagining."Isn't that exciting!" Hyerin giggled from across the room as she watched Taehyung place a bouquet of flowers into a vase—gifted to Jimin when he was first courted by the Emperor.Jimin smiled to himself, placing the letter to the bedside table and sitting up. The rose was still sitting between his fingers."Taehyung was assigned to help plan for the event, isn't that exciting?"Taehyung slapped the omega's arm bashfully. "You weren't supposed to tell him! Hyerin is going to help you learn the dance." Taehyung blurted and Hyerin scowled at him.Jimin's head bobbed upward. "Dance? What dance?Taehyung and Hyerin's heads perked up at Jimin's confusion. "You don't know? It's tradition for high class omegas to preform a fan-dance before shedding their collar and bitten by their alpha." Hyerin explained.Taehyung hummed, "yes, it's lovely. I was quite looking forward to your dance, Jiminie."Jimin swallowed. "In front of the entire court?"Taehyung and Hyerin both nodded, and Jimin thought he might faint. There was no way he could dance in front of the entire court. Emperor Namjoon kept a rather small court, but it was still too many. Everyone would be staring at him. There was no possible way Jimin could get the courage to do something so upfront.The omega pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and gnawed at it. Hyerin and Taehyung both quickly came to his side after smelling his distress. The beta wrapped an arm around his friend. "Don't fear, Jiminie. Hyerin is an amazing teacher." He soothed, "you have plenty of time to learn as well. Spring is far away."There was a light knock at the door before it opened. Yoongi peaked inside with a smile. "Is everything okay?" He asked with tense, square shoulders.Jimin smiled at him sweetly and pushed away his nervousness as much as he could. "Yes, of course. Come in, please." The omega gestured a welcoming arm towards him as Hyerin and Taehyung pulled themselves away from him.Yoongi gave a smaller smile before entering and closing the door behind him softly. The beta pushed his arms behind his back. "You must be tired of this room." He chuckled. "Would you like to take a walk with me around the palace courtyards? I'm told you love nature and it isn't so cold out today."Jimin keened out a large smile before climbing to his feet from the bed. "Yes, please!" He giggled, taking Hyerin and Taehyung's arms in his and pulling them off his bed. "Come, Hyerin. Help me dress." Jimin turned back to Yoongi, "I'll be right out, talk to Taehyung a bit while you wait." He said."Of course." Yoongi bowed before Taehyung dragged him out of the emperor's chambers.Not long after, Jimin busted from the room in his favourite light blue cloak. He had a large smile across his face with Hyerin by his side with the same smile. Yoongi softened at the sight of Jimin so happy. It was a lovely day for the middle of winter. The sun was low on the horizon, but the blue sky was clear of any clouds. Winter was always so crisp and clean, and Jimin shivered while coming closer to Yoongi's side—Haeil stayed inside at Jimin's wishes. The older hummed softly, his body tensing lightly with the feeling of Jimin's warmth at his side."It's cold." Jimin whined, half-heartedly.Yoongi smiled to the younger, but averted their attention to a beautiful bed of yellow flowers. "I'm not like Sunmi. I don't know what any of these plants are, but they're beautiful."Jimin smiled, "yes, of course. Is there something you wanted to talk about, hyung?" Jimin asked, feeling Yoongi's tension from next to him. Betas don't have strong scents, but Yoongi seemed to be bad at holding in his emotions, still.It was always the look on his face that gave him away. Hyerin had once told him Yoongi was hard to read, but Jimin supposed it was because he'd spent so much time with the beta in the south.Yoongi chuckled, a little embarrassed. "I must learn how to control my emotions around you, don't I?"Jimin smiled and looked around the central garden. It was the largest, most grand garden on the palace grounds. It had the largest trees and a small river bed that strolled leisurely through the courtyard. Jimin loved this garden the most because of the small waterfalls that littered the expanse of the small creek."I'll have to pay the gardeners a visit to thank them." Jimin hummed while enjoying the cold as well as the lovely plant life.Yoongi smiled at the younger and then placed his hands behind his back firmly. "I'm sure they would truly appreciate that."Jimin giggled softly, but his breath was jerked from his lungs when the nape of his neck was grabbed suddenly. Fingers dug into his neck so painfully it immediately brought tears to his eyes at fingers in his pressure point."Wha—"Jimin gasped and tried to step away, but his waist was caught in the strong arms of a beta behind him. Seconds later, the sharp side of a kitchen blade was pressed to the hilt of Jimin's neck, brushing against his trembling adam's apple. The air around them froze, but all Jimin could hear was his own heart and the shallow breaths of the man holding him."Tell me where the empress is, or I'll slit this omega's throat." The man growled out, voice almost trembling.Jimin knew he must've been scared, but he had a small chance since the man didn't know who he was. He wanted to keep it that way as well.Yoongi's brows strung together tightly with a wavering darkness as his limbs steadied. "You must be the last of them, I see.." Yoongi balanced himself while Jimin attempted to figure something out.The omega refused to be kidnapped again. He couldn't bare it after he'd just returned home to Taehyung and Hyerin. So Jimin's eyes darted around himself for something—anything. The only weapon was at his neck, plush against his skin. He could take a chance, although his life was in danger if he did that."N-No—I mean, yes, yes, yes." The man, truly sounded scared, as if he wasn't up to the task. "Now, tell me where the empress is before I cut his throat right now." He demanded, shaky. The blade pressed closer.Jimin bit his lip with a small gasp. He needed Yoongi to keep the man distracted."You should give up. I'll let you live, if you disarm yourself now." Yoongi bargained, unsure of Jimin's plan of action. "The empress-to-be is a kind soul and will forgive you of your wrongs."The man swallowed, squirming as he shook his head. "I-I can't do that—It doesn't matter.. They'll kill my family. Tell me, now!" He shouted, and Yoongi stepped closer, but the man immediately stepped back—Jimin moving with him. "Where is the empress?!"Jimin took his heated opportunity to lace his foot around the back of the beta's ankle, while one of his hands grabbed the end of the blade. The omega managed to pull the blade and his foot out to catch the beta off guard. Jimin's other hand crashed into the attacker's throat roughly until he fell backwards completely. A cry fell from his lips dryly. Immediately after the man was on the ground, Jimin pressed the tip of the blade to his adam's apple—dangerously close to cutting skin.Jimin's lungs were heaving out breaths, his knee hard against the beta's chest to keep him down. "You're looking for me?" Jimin trembled out a frightened growl.Before the baffled man could utter even a syllable, Haeil came to his side. He slowly helped Jimin off of the man, while a foot was on his chest to hold him down. "Your grace, please, it's not safe here right now." Haeil spoke for the first time. His voice was deeper than any he'd ever heard."Wait—" Jimin quivered when Haeil attempted to draw him away from the beta. Jimin didn't let him, he turned around. "He—He—""General Yoongi." Haeil turned to the beta standing, baffled. Jimin turned to him as well."He said they were threatening his family, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin said, exasperated as the older pulled the attacker off of the ground gently.Yoongi shook his head. "He might be lying, Jimin.""And if he's not?" Jimin barked, tearing away from Haeil and shocking both onlookers with the angry spike in his scent. "Will you put an innocent man and his family to death? It will only prove the point of those who oppose Namjoon." He quieted himself, trying to satisfy the knot in his stomach.Yoongi's jaw locked shut, he turned to the men and the shocked attacker. "Take him to the cells, don't harm him." The older spat. "We'll figure it out later." The older sighed, then turned back to Jimin, who was staring at the man being yanked out of the yard."T-Thank you, your grace. Thank you, thank you, thank you.." He chanted and walked willingly away with two men that came out at hearing the ruckus.Jimin turned back to Yoongi and gave a guilty smile. "I—uhm—""You're right.." Yoongi groaned, and Jimin's head flipped up to stare at the older. "I was angry that he hurt you."Jimin giggled and wrapped his arms around the older, pulling him in tightly. Yoongi hesitated, but enveloped the younger into a hug as well, resting a chin on Jimin's shoulder. "You're going to be a good empress, Jiminie."
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"I am truly grateful, your grace." Sung Seo-an, Jimin had learned his name after visiting him only a few days after he was imprisoned. The omega wanted to make sure the beta wasn't being treated poorly. "If not for you, I would never see my family again." He choked.Jimin smiled at him, sitting in the chair that was just outside of his cell. Sure, he was not trusted by all yet, but when Yoongi found Seo-an's family, he would be free to go. Jimin saw many guilty faces and Seo-an had a genuine face—the eyes of a local farmer he once knew when he was still just a slave. His eyes had the same kind twinkle as the farmer's. It was a trait he'd picked up many years ago while switching masters. Jimin saw the same eyes in different people—lust, greed, pain, and kindness. It was all evident in their eyes."Tell me again," Jimin smiled at him, "of your family. What are they like? You said you have a young daughter, yes?"Seo-an nodded, eyes crinkling with real affection. "That's right, your grace. She's the most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on.. I never understood war until I saw her for the first time in my wife's arms." Jimin's heart warmed at the thought of a child. Something deep within him stirring and yearning."Yoongi—uhm—My men will do everything they can to bring your wife and daughter to safety, sir." The omega coaxed, and even though he knew his scent didn't work, he released his rosy vanilla musk into the air to calm him. Instead, Haeil by his side sighed softly.Seo-an slowly drifted his gaze onto Jimin, who had his head cast down into his lap. The omega had a small smile on his face. "The Emperor—" Seo-an started and both Jimin and the man behind him perked up in surprise. "The Emperor is he—is he how they claim he is?" Seo-an wondered.That was the first time Jimin realised the world outside of the palace must've thought he was a ruthless warlord. He, too, used to be the same way, but, now, knowing Namjoon was a gift.Jimin bit back a large smile. "I used to think he was terrible—scary—too.. But he—he really is a good man." The omega oogled, happily and Seo-an listened closely. "He can get grumpy and—and pushy, but he is more kind that he's given credit for."Seo-an hummed, "I thought this task would be simple.." He began, "all I had to do was use my clearance as a servant to get to the Emperor's mate and I'd get my wife and daughter back again, but you—you are so kind, so—so strong." Jimin's cheeks turned a rosy colour as his fingertips heated up in embarrassment too."I-I.. thank you.." Jimin said, genuinely.He'd always thought he was weak. A weak omega, unable to fend for himself, always getting in the way of things, and ruining other things. He was naïve, ungrateful, and most of all a burden. That's what he'd always assumed of himself, but hearing those words from Seo-an was mind clearing. It made his entire body tingle and his gut spaz slightly.The two of them sat for a few moments in silence, simply enjoying each other's company because, other than the guards, Seo-an had no one. Jimin flattened out the rolls and wrinkles in his thick hanbok pants and then folded his hands over one knee."You know what the people say about you, don't you?" Seo-an suddenly blurted, his voice quite thin and verging on exhausted.Jimin peered up at him curiously. He didn't even know the people knew of his name, let alone what they thought."What?" Jimin murmured haphazardly under his breath.Seo-an smiled kindly at the omega. "They say you have the strength of The Great Phoenix ." He hummed, and Jimin's skin prickled up with goosebumps, his hair standing on his arms, and body stilling. "Say you turn your tears into diamonds that you place on your crown.. I believe every word."Jimin couldn't really believe it. The strength of The Phoenix, it was unreal. His people, who only knew of him to be a former slave, a weak omega, and a victim of his own making could never believe something with such value and strength to his weak name.Jimin slapped his jaw shut, unsure of what to say to him after that. He simply stared at the rose gold hues in his hanbok and felt small tears sprinkle at the backs of his eyes. He couldn't let them fall—to Seo-an, he was strong. So Jimin held back his tears, and inhaled as deeply as he could to keep the small gasps controlled in his chest.Seo-an chuckled softly, "I trust that the Phoenix and the Dragon will rule with dignity and strength."Jimin stood and immediately bowed to Seo-an deeply—probably deeper than a empress-to-be should, but he did anyways. "Thank you for the lovely chat, I will come to you baring news of your family next time, I swear." Jimin promised before sweeping himself around and slipping out of the dungeon cell block.Haeil followed him closely, but he simply pressed his back against a wall stiffly. The large guards stopped, letting him be alone for a moment. He could probably smell his surprise and worry mixing with his happiness in the musk around him—assumed he need a moment to process it all.Jimin breathed deeply—in and out—for about a minute before he sagged. The omega was wasting so much energy worrying over such small details. The public's view of him was good—or so he was told. It took a huge weight off of his chest, yet another—larger—weight filled the hole with the responsibility of living up to his people's expectations of him.From then on, Jimin was a strong omega—no, he was a strong phoenix. "Oh, yes!" Taehyung cried with a laugh, "those are my favourite stories."Jimin gaped at his friend, "you knew of these tales, and you did nothing to tell me, Tae-Tae?" He moaned like a child, a bit embarrassed that he didn't know about any of it.Jimin began to realise the strange looks he was receiving in the halls or the whispers from his handmaids as they readied his bath and sheets. He huffed.Taehyung pinched his cheek and Hyerin giggled, "I thought you already knew that you were a great phoenix?" He gave his boxy smile in an attempt to win his best friend back.Jimin averted his eyes and pulled the beta's fingers off his cheek. "Namjoon calls me a dove.""A phoenix is first a small ashy bird before it becomes a firebird, Jiminie." Hyerin said, her voice sounding more wise than he'd ever heard before.Jimin frowned at her, "doves aren't ashy, they're white.""Not the point, Jiminie." Taehyung muttered, leaning over to make eye contact with his friend. "Even Namjoon knew."Jimin frowned and placed his hands on his hips and turned his head away with a pout. Taehyung chortled at his child-like sense, but it grew silent shortly after. Hyerin was stitching a small painting onto a piece of fabric. So far, it only looked like a few flowers blooming, but she said it would be a master piece once she finished. Jimin was intrigued, so he watched her fingers lace a tiny needle in and out of the fabric slowly. She would pick each stitch carefully before crossing it to make her mark."Jimin," Taehyung said, his voice hallow of the previous happiness he had before.Jimin hummed, leaning over to watch Hyerin more closely, and she smiled at him."Are you truly planning to let that man go free?" He asked, and Hyerin stiffened—her fingers halting in her stitching. "He—He tried to kill you.."Jimin pressed his forehead into his arms and sighed softly into the crook. He didn't know what to say. His friends disapproved, he could tell, but his gut was telling him it was right—Seo-an was a good man and he would prove it.Jimin shrugged, "I trust him.. If he betrays my trust, Yoongi can deal with him."Taehyung clicks his tongue in disapproval. "No, Jimin, you must do it yourself." Jimin's head flipped around quickly. His brows were furrowed tightly. "If he is lying, you must be the one to deal out his punishment." Taehyung explained; Jimin swallowed.Hyerin laughed softly, getting back to her stitching quickly. "Yes, he is right."Jimin frowned, but shook his head to put himself back in place. "He's not. He's not lying."There was a lapping knock on the door in a rhythm. Taehyung stood, growing closer to the wooden door. "Who is it?" He asked with a giant smile on his face.Jimin furrowed his brows, confused."I did your idiotic secret knock, now let me in, Taehyung." Yoongi growled through the door, and Taehyung cackled while opening the door for the smaller general.Yoongi stepped in, glaring at Taehyung before turning to Jimin and Hyerin, who momentarily stopped her stitching to smile at the older. Jimin bowed his head to the older."Jimin, Hyerin." He acknowledged them both with a happy smile—one Jimin hadn't seen in a while. "I have news from the southern fort."Jimin's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he spun his chin up. Yoongi came further into the room, passing a letter to Jimin. The fancy, neat handwriting on the front made it impossible not to know who it was from. The same handwriting were on the letter that was still shoved in the back of his night table collecting dust—he'd read it one too many times.Hyerin turned to Jimin, "if you need any help, just tell me, love." She whispered, then turned to Yoongi. "Any news from Hoseok?" She asked, and Yoongi nodded, handing her a letter as well. The faintest smile graced her lips."Hyung," Taehyung chirped, "Yoongi-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, hyung" the younger continued to chant the beta's name until he flipped around with a smug look on his features."Yes, Taehyu—""Is there anything from Jeonggukie?" Taehyung whimpered, and Jimin laughed at his pitiful pouting.Yoongi looked at the last letter in his hands, Jimin could see from where he sat that he had a letter with Jeongguk's name on it. There was a red kiss mark next to it as well. Jimin cringed with a chuckle."I don't think so.." Yoongi hummed, flipping the letter in his hands as if looking for a name.Taehyung groaned, trying to catch the piece of paper before Yoongi moved it, but every time he would miss. "No more secret knock, I swear! Now, please!" Taehyung whined, stomping his feet on the ground like an upset toddler.Yoongi rolled his eyes and finally allowed the younger to take the parchment letter. Taehyung snatched it with a gleeful chirp, and he threw himself onto Jimin's bed with a giggle. Jimin could hear the beta ripping the paper open with small coos.Jimin smiled at his friend until Yoongi's shadow was casted over him in his chair next to Hyerin, who had already opened her letter and was looking it over with gentle eyes. Jimin looked up at the beta with a smile."You haven't opened it yet?" Yoongi asked, seeing the letter still sitting in Jimin's trembling hands.
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Minutes passed and the letter still sat in the omega's hands.Jimin bit his lip and looked down at the letter. It was hard to believe a simple piece of parchment was so intimidating, but Jimin had never been so frightened to read. The possibilities of the letters said were endless, all the thoughts in Jimin's head were negative—plaguing him like a disease.Yoongi pushed his lip into a half smile, half pout. "I think you'll like this letter, Jiminie." He smiled finally, and Jimin gave him a hopeful one in return before the beta stepped away from him to give a little space.The omega brought the paper to his nose, and he was immediately hit with the minty pine scent that had vacated the room during the month he'd been back. Jimin's entire body went numb at the smell. Even though it was hardly there, Jimin couldn't help but sigh. His entire body going to slack and only his fingers working to rip the letter open. The dragon wax seal on the opposite side breaking from the paper. He opened the letter to see a beautifully written letter. The first words: 'My dear little dove'.Jimin's heart was already thrumming in his chest like a fire cracker ready to blow up inside.'My dear little dove,Being away from you in these past few months hasbrought me nothing but pain. I long for the momentyou will return to my arms again. Soon I will have you thereI will return in the month, and we will marry in the spring whenthe cherry blossoms are almost as beautiful as you.I hope I have not kept you waiting too long.Eat and rest well.- Your Dragon.'Jimin couldn't help the smile that took over his expression. The thought of his wedding made his stomach boil nervously. He held the letter close to his chest once more before peering up to Yoongi who was talking with Hyerin beside him."Does this mean the war is over?" Jimin asked, heart hammering in his chest happily.Yoongi and Hyerin looked at him, pulled from their conversations suddenly. They both smiled, and Yoongi shook his head. "No, Jiminie, but it is close."Hyerin giggled, "your wedding will come shortly then, won't it?" She gasped, suddenly. "Jimin, we must start readying you for your buchaechum dance!"Yoongi tapped Jimin's shoulder before the younger could lake anymore at the thought of dancing in front of the entire court. Jimin looked up to him. "We found Seo-an's family and rescued them. The call is yours, Empress." Yoongi smiled at him, his gums showing from his pride for the omega.Jimin's eyes lit up.-"Are they here, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin asked, taking up his hanbok that was a bit too large for his frame. His words came out more frantic than he'd meant as the general and Haeil trailed behind him quickly. Jimin was heading for the main hall of the palace, Yoongi not stopping him or detouring him.Yoongi quickly caught up to him for a moment. "Yes, their wounds are being treated as we speak.""The infirmary." Jimin gasped, turning on his heel to move down the corridor to his left.A giant smile fell onto his lips as he passed many rooms until coming to a fabric door with light on the other side. Yoongi stopped behind him as the omega pressed an ear against the thin fabric door. When Jimin heard soft voices, he quickly placed a hand on the handle to pull it open, but Yoongi stopped him."You must enter with dignity, your grace." Yoongi winked, and Jimin smiled at him before moving to the side.The general readying his self, fluffing out his black hair and clearing his throat softly. He then pulled the door open and stepped inside with sleek movements. "His majesty, the future Empress." Yoongi announced, and Jimin walked inside with as much grace as he could muster.His eyes immediately met the eyes of an enamoured young girl. Her head then bowed deeply, pretty brown eyes disappearing. Jimin still wasn't exactly used to it all. His jaw slapped shut, but he frantically opened it."Please," he whispered softly and the mother and daughter both stood up straight with pale faces.They seemed frightened by him, and that was the first time he'd ever gotten such a reaction. All his life he'd been told he was on the bottom of everyone else's shoes and yet now they cower. It didn't feel right. Jimin's gut turned, and he knew he had to change the fear on their faces.He smiled brightly at them and clasped his hands together. His eyes turned into upside-down crescents and his cheeks grew into a rosy red colour. He sensed the younger daughter was not yet presented, but her mother was an omega with the scent of jasmine radiating off of her in waves. He made sure his own crystalline rose and vanilla scent was drifting to calm the two. It worked because out of the corner of his eye he notice Yoongi's shoulders droop slightly."I've heard so much about you two," Jimin turned to Yoongi and whispered, "please, send for their Seo-an-ssi." Jimin saw the younger girl's face brighten ten times over and she turned to her mother who gave her daughter a kind smile."Empress, I am Sung Hayoon, and this is my daughter Jieun." The mother bowed, and Jimin gave her a wide smile again, bowing to her as well from habit. The mother seemed surprised, but kept quiet. "We thank you for saving us and protecting our husband from harm—he truly is a good man." She babbled, fear making her tongue hot. Jimin simply dismissed it though.While they waited, Jimin gifted the young girl with a small present—a wooden toy he'd received when first entering the palace. It was a gift he had no use for and decided it would be better off with this girl. The wooden sculpture was made of beautiful cherry maple wood and the details were almost real life. It was a horse, each muscle below the skin carved out to match a horse's body exactly. It was almost magical how similar it was to a real horse.The girl smiled brightly when he gave it to her and she thanked him in the smallest voice. While she played, Jimin stood by Hayoon, a bit intimidated by such a strong omega. Even though she'd been tortured in that tiny camp all alone, she still smiled and treated everyone kindly. Jimin wanted so badly to ask her everything he feared for his future.It was on the tip of his tongue.."Hayoon-ssi," Jimin muttered softly, catching her undivided attention.She remained attentive to Jimin's words, eyes big and planted on his face. "Yes, Empress?"Jimin smiled, "please, call me Jimin." He insisted and she nodded sheepishly. "I-I—Is it scary?" He quivered out, fisting the ends of his robes tightly. The handmaids would scold him again for wrinkling his fabrics.Hayoon furrowed her brows tightly, "what? Is what scary?"Jimin batted his eyelashes gently, embarrassed. "M-Making—Making babies..." He managed to pull from his lips, glancing all over the room and anywhere but the woman. "I just—After we mate, they'll be expecting an heir right away.. maybe three or four, and I-I don't—"Hayoon chuckled, and Jimin felt a bit eased by the sweet motherly tender of her voice. "It is not scary as long as your partner is gentle and you are ready." She explained, much like a mother would—Jimin assumed. "It's all about your mate, Jimin-ssi." She said and looked a bit worried for him, but Jimin felt much better.He trusted Namjoon. Of course, citizens would think of him as Jimin did when he first met the man. Rumours were dangerous things. Some rumours were true and others were simply misunderstood. Jimin understood his future mate and Namjoon understood him. Even still it was the birth he wasn't ready for."What about—What about birth?" Jimin blurted, hooking a hand over his flat tummy.Hayoon stared at him for a moment, then down to the hand over his stomach. "It is the most painful thing you will ever experience.." She said, her voice thick and serious. Jimin inhaled sharply. ".. but it will all be worth it a hundred times over, in the end." A smile drew itself onto her lips. "When you see your baby for the first time, it'll be like seeing a real angel float down and touch you. It's the most amazing experience you'll ever have."Jimin's chest ignited with a flame of greed. He wanted that feeling, but he feared the pain. A part of him was ready and the other half was doubtful that he could make it through the birth. He might not be strong enough."Jimin-ssi, are you..?" She began, not finishing because she wasn't sure if it was wrong of her.Jimin's face turned a deep pink and he shook his head as quickly as possible. "No, no!" He shook out nervously, "I-I haven't even had—uhm—I haven't—""Jieun! Hayoon!" A familiar voice erupted as the door slide open.Jimin looked to see the young girl running into her father's arms. Seo-an was holding them out wide for her to jump into and Hayoon wasted no time in joining her daughter in her husbands embrace. A giant smile erupted to Jimin's face and he looked over to Yoongi, who was watching him, proud."Are you hurt?" Seo-an gurgled, excitedly. "Oh my god, what have they done to you?" The bets kissed both of the girls all over until Jieun and Hayoon both started laughing at his strange affection. "I'm so sorry, I left you. I swear I'll never let it happen again!" He shouted with a sob reaching up his throat."Daddy, I was so scared." Jieun choked out through her tears, and the mother was silently crying into her husband's shoulder.Jimin couldn't help but tear up as well. His eyes filling with tears, blurring his vision as he watched them embrace for what felt like hours. He was okay with it all, the sweet smell coming from the mother and the tears filling their eyes as they all cried together—not from fear or pain, but from happiness.After their reunion, Jieun and Hayoon were practically joined to his hip as he trudged over to Jimin, who was wiping away his tears to speak to the beta. His eyes were full of warmth. "Thank you so much, your grace. We owe you so much." He bowed, the other two following gratefully.Jimin shook his head and held a hand up to resist. "You owe me nothing. Please, be safe and enjoy your stay here for the time being." He chuckled.Seo-an nodded, tears falling down his cheeks at Jimin's overwhelming kindness. "I will pray for the phoenix's growing strength every day and night."
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Jimin stood outside of the palace walls, Yoongi and several guards close by his sides as the wind blew right through him. He was in a heavy dark blue hanbok and several fur pelts thrown over him from Namjoon's personal hunting stash. They smelt of him, so Jimin had no problem throwing the skins on his shoulders.He waited there with deep breaths. Yoongi kept him calm as his stomach leapt in his chest like a basket of fireflies desperate for escape. Jimin's body squirmed where he was sitting, and his eyes caught onto the shimmer of a carriage that was coming closer. With each meter, Jimin grew more and more anxious.Yoongi cleared his throat, and Jimin peered over to him. "Is something wrong, Jiminie?" Yoongi hummed, but Jimin couldn't miss the carriage any longer.He simply whined, unable to contain his shivering anticipation. Yoongi chuckled and place a hand onto the younger's shoulder to calm him. Despite Yoongi's efforts, Jimin could smell excitement radiating off of him like a heavy musk.The carriage stopped a few meters away, and the people in the city all put their hands together to welcome their Emperor home. The generals were all riding up behind the carriage, all of them had heavy faces—obviously exhausted from the journey home.Suddenly, Taehyung came up beside Jimin with jittery hands and a giant smile on his face. The beta couldn't just run up to his alpha. It was seen as disgraceful in the Emperor's presence—not that Namjoon would care—so he must wait until they were further in the gates of the palace.Jimin peered back to the carriages as the driver opened the door for Namjoon, who slipped from the carriage easily. He looked so graceful. Jimin's excitement couldn't contain itself, but he knew if he moved he would further humiliate himself. The emperor looked over at him, locked their eyes with a gentle smile. The older had something in his hands, a box draped in beautiful deep green fabric and golden flake designs reaching to the edges.The emperor walked hastily towards Jimin, unable to control his strides as well. Jimin took a step forward, eyes full of hope. Namjoon shoved the large box into Hoseok's arms before rushing towards Jimin quicker than he was probably supposed to. The younger whimpered when their bodies finally met each other. Jimin's arms wrapping around the Emperor's torso and the alpha's completely swallowing him.Gods, he smelled of the thickest most wonderful pine tree in the country. Jimin wanted the musk all over him forever. It was even more firm and desiring than before he left.Jimin's nose burned from the strong scent, but he didn't care. He kept his head pressed to Namjoon's neck firmly. A small, tearless sob choked from his lips and Namjoon pulled away to look down. When the older saw there was no tears, he smiled widely."I missed you, my dove." He hummed, planting a wet kiss to Jimin's forehead.Jimin smiled and unhooked his arms from around the man's torso. "As did I."Namjoon gestured to the open gates of the palace. Jimin turned and watched as Taehyung's glossy eyes remained planted on Jeongguk, who was ready to take the older into his arms as soon as possible. Jimin nodded, so Namjoon took his arm and allowed Jimin to hook his own around it as they stepped back into the palace with joyous scents around them.Once they were all inside and the gates had closed, Haeil joined Jimin's side again, Taehyung wasted no time in letting his sobs leave his lips. Jeongguk laughed and lifted his mate into the air with a joyful smile on his face. Taehyung laughed and Jimin felt so much love for the couple. To his left, Hyerin was tagging along with Yoongi and Hoseok. She looked happy as well.Jimin leaned over to catch sight of Seokjin, who was planted at Namjoon's side quietly, but smiling. "Seokjin-hyung, I missed you as well. Your humour was longed for in your absence." Jimin laughed softly, and Seokjin gave him a big smile."Well then, I suppose I'll have to tell you all of the jokes I've mustered during the fortnight without you." He suggested, and Namjoon's smile fell from his lips.Jimin laughed at the alpha's change in expression and Seokjin frowned at it. The two began to argue about the elder's jokes, and Jimin found it most entertaining. That was, until the thought of the war crossed his mind. "Namjoon-hyung," Jimin muttered softly, stopping the two alpha's conversations.Namjoon looked over to him with big eyes and a mouth ajar. "Yes, little dove?"Jimin fisted the material of his casual hanbok tightly until the fabric wrinkled. "The war.." He heard Namjoon inhale, "what's going on?" The omega asked with a slight worry to his voice.The alpha hummed softly, "I wouldn't worry, my love, we've defeated the rebels to the south, but the leader, Go Hui, has moved." He explained with the slightest pout of his lips. "Yoongi tells me the palace is free of rats—"Seokjin leaned over, smiling at Jimin. "I hear you've been a bit of a troublemaker since you've been here." The elder laughed, not like an alpha at all—or a civil person at all, and Jimin bubbled with laughter at his display of strangeness.Jimin's cheeks went red with embarrassment. "Yeah?" He murmured, but racked up as much confidence as he could. "Well, I'd call it saving a family."Namjoon squeezed his hand gently. "Is this family still staying in the palace?" Jimin nodded. "May I meet them, by any chance?"Jimin's head turned on its axis to meet Namjoon's gaze. "Would you?" The omega smiled gently, and Namjoon nodded swiftly to the younger. He gasped, a big smile falling across his expression. "I'm sure they would enjoy that very much!"-While Taehyung and Jeongguk reunited together and Hyerin, Yoongi, and Hoseok all spoke praises of welcome to one another, Jimin escorted Namjoon and Seokjin to the room that Yoongi had set up for the family. There was a soldier standing in front. He bowed to the Emperor and knocked a fist against the door.The soldier then opened the door to the luxurious room, entering for a moment with a stern, high held chest. "The Emperor Kim and his future Empress." He said before backing away to allow the trio into the room, Haeil remaining outsideJimin entered first with a big smile on his face. The family was already on their feet, bowing deeply to the young omega and alpha. Namjoon smiled at Jimin's excitement from behind.Jimin greeted them all with the wave of his hand. "Please stand." He giggled, and the three did as they were told.The youngest girl had Jimin's gift tight in her fists as she watched Namjoon closely. "I'm sorry for the sudden intrusion." Jimin bowed softly.The mother shook her head, "we are honoured to be in your presence again, your grace." She said with a small quiver in her voice.Namjoon snaked an arm around Jimin's waist, pulling him closer, if only by a bit. "My lovely dove seems to have taken a liking to you. I hope you have found the palace an adequate temporary home for your family." He smiled to the family, the little girl still marvelling at the alpha.Seo-an grit his teeth tightly, and Jimin's brows pressed upwards with concern. The beta fell the the ground with tears in his eyes. Namjoon's body tightened against Jimin, who also inhaled sharply."His grace saved me and my family, and I—I tried to kill him. I'm a-a disgrace.. Please forgive me." He wailed with tears falling down his cheeks.Jimin's scent spiked uncomfortably, and Namjoon rolled a finger across his waist to calm him. Jimin was scared of what Namjoon would say."You should not burden yourself." Namjoon hummed, tone as gentle as he could make it. "Your family was being threatened, so I will forgive you." He gave a smallest smile, and Jimin felt proud.The man looked up from his place on the floor. He looked confused, so Jimin left Namjoon's side to stride to Seo-an. The young omega smiled, crouching to help the beta off of the ground. The young daughter fell to her father's side, holding his hand with a big smile on her face."You are a kind man, you don't need to cower." The omega said and allowed Seo-an's mate to take his place and wipe his tears. "Please be good to your family." Jimin quickly moved back to Namjoon's side, fitting right back into his arm like he was born to be there.Namjoon tipped his head to the family. "Will you attend our mating ceremony, then?" The alpha asked, astonishing everyone in the room.Jimin's cheeks speckled red with embarrassment, but Seo-an immediately nodded his head. "Y-Yes, of course, your majesty. Thank you, thank you so much." He stammered, a bit overwhelmed as his wife wiped his tears away.Jimin smiled as the omega turned towards him. "We do not have enough to pay for a suitable gift, your majesty." She bowed, but Namjoon just shook his head."You do not need to worry about gifts. To my lovely dove, your presence is a gift." He chuckled, and the woman's face lifted to a brighter shade.She bowed, "thank you, your majesty." She hummed, biting her lip softly.Namjoon moved Jimin along towards the door, Seokjin bowing to the family while following. They left and Namjoon turned to Jimin. "They are kind people who were taken advantage of. I am proud of you for seeing this, little dove." He said, rolling fingers through Jimin's hair gently.The omega crooned at his touch and leaned into his closeness. "You were kind to them as well, thank you.""Anything for you, my little dove." The younger smiled up at the alpha, taking his hand tightly. "We must go find Hoseok."Jimin furrowed his brows, following Namjoon as he paced through the halls quickly. "Why?"Seokjin scoffed behind them, "Namjoon, go to your room with Jimin. I'll get it." He said, jogging ahead of Namjoon before he could get any further."What a courteous offer, Jin-hyung." Namjoon cocked a brow suspiciously.Seokjin turned around while walking backwards. "Yeah, well, Hoseok told me not to let you bother them for a few hours." He snickered before turning back around to head in that direction.Jimin's cheeks heated up at the implied thoughts in his mind. He turned away from Namjoon, but allowed the older to lead him to the Emperor's suite.It was empty and dark. The sheets had been changed out for new ones—these were silky white sheets. Namjoon let go of Jimin's hand as he fled further into the room. The older inhaled sharply while Jimin lit a few candles to lighten the room."Gods, it's even better than before—it smells like you now." Jimin giggled as Namjoon wrapped his arms around him tightly. "I missed you so much.""I miss you so much." Jimin smiled.There was a knock on the door and Namjoon immediately pulled away from Jimin to open the door. Seokjin was there for only a second before he left. Namjoon thanked him quietly before turning back around. When he came back around, Jimin saw the dark green box in the alpha's hands."What's that?" Jimin asked, curiously.Namjoon came around setting himself down beside Jimin. "I had this made in your home town.." Namjoon placed the box onto the omega's lap gently.Jimin couldn't help his jaw dropping as he pulled the velvet and silk top from the box. Inside was a flurry of colours that Jimin hadn't expected. A fan made of the brightest orange Jimin had ever seen laid inside, closed up. There were soft white pearls that littered the fluffy material of the fan. The orange, yellow, and red feathers made Jimin think of a fire—so bright and full of colour. It was beautiful, Jimin couldn't take his eyes from it."So this...?" Jimin looked up to Namjoon with big, big glossy eyes.The alpha nodded, "for the ceremony." He smiled.Jimin smoothed a hand across the feathers, and it felt like he was touching clouds. The feathers were soft and folded gently under his touch. Jimin pulled the fan out and unfolded it. The trinket was giant, covering Jimin's entire torso if he held it right. The feathers at the top were scattered.The omega held it up, blocking all but his eyes from the alpha beside him. He smiled behind it and looked at Namjoon through the tips of the feathers. A giggle fell from from his lips when he saw Namjoon smile at him, those dimples digging in.Jimin folded the fan and placed it next to him on the bed. He then wrapped his arms around Namjoon tightly. "Thank you so much."Namjoon pressed his forehead into the crevice of Jimin's neck, kissing his collarbones ever-so-slightly. "Anything at all for you, my precious dove."
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Winter was coming to an end fast. Jimin had no idea he was looking at the last snow fall of the season. Early March and the snow came down at a fast pace, hardly sticking to the ground of the courtyard—the latest snow he'd seen in a while. The large, orange fan was nestled in his fingers tightly. He groomed the oranges that were softly tickling his fingers."Little dove," Namjoon hummed from the door to the room.Jimin snapped himself around with a smile growing on his face. "Good morning, hyung." He smiled big, "the snow is pretty this morning." He said, pointing to the sun as it sparkled against the snow.Namjoon smiled at the omega. "It is. Has Hyerin come to fetch you?"Jimin shook his head. Of all the time he'd been with Hyerin, Jimin learned the omega wasn't exactly good at waking in the mornings. "No, but I'm sure she'll be here soon."Namjoon was quiet for a moment, standing a good distance from the omega and making him squirm from the separation. Jimin could smell the alpha. His pine scent was already intoxicating him like a poisonous odour. Namjoon had been home for weeks, and yet not once had he come to bed with Jimin at night. Sometimes, Jimin would hear and smell him enter, but it was only for a moment and he left straight away. It messed with Jimin's heart a bit."The war will end soon after our ceremony.." Namjoon said, suddenly, and Jimin's head quickly flipped to look at the older. "We've found General Hui's hiding place and his next plan of action." A sigh left his lips after he spoke, and Jimin couldn't help but smile. "But we shall mate before I bring him down, my dove."A small look of pain surged through Jimin's expression. No doubt, Namjoon was thinking about his dead sister, Eunmi. It was a horrid story, and Jimin wished it was a fabrication of reality. It wasn't."Namjoon, I—"Namjoon and Jimin both turned to the door as it flung open, Hyerin rushing in with heavy steps. "I'm so sorry, Jiminie!" She said, huffing and puffing from shortness of breath. The omega stopped immediately with her foolery and bowed at seeing Namjoon. "Majesty," she droned with a giggle, then looked to Jimin. "Was I interrupting something? Shall I wait outside for a moment?"Namjoon turned to Jimin, expecting him to say yes, but the omega simply shook his head briskly. "No, no. Let's begin before I change my mind." He chuckled, and Namjoon gave him a cocked brow in return.The alpha stepped to the door, turning to say his goodbyes before exiting with an officer by his side. The officer had a mean face, and an even meaner glare as he stared at Jimin. It was something the omega had become accustomed to. The people of the court didn't like Jimin. Every time he would pass them in the hall or see them lounging about in the social rooms and dining halls, they would hardly pay him any mind, let alone bow in respect. It seemed to have gotten worse in his leave to the southern fort."Is something wrong, Jimin?" Hyerin asked, noticing the far-off look on Jimin's face as he thought.He shook his head in response immediately, and Hyerin gave a skeptical nod. "I've come up with the most wondrous dance for you, Jiminie!" She beamed, "it fits your personality perfectly!"Jimin listened to her drone on before the both of them changed from their normal, heavy attire and into loose, flamboyant robes that weren't seen as appropriate outside of the private rooms. He watched her preform it with big eyes and a face of awe. He'd seen snippets and small bits of plays and tiny parts from theatrical movies while shadowing his latest master, so dance was something that he found most intriguing. Many of his fellow slaves used to poke fun at him after catching the omega prancing around while doing chores. He didn't mind though, he enjoyed the graceful art of dance—heard it was popular in the west.Hyerin was lovely and graceful and a beautiful teacher. She'd even brought a smaller fan for Jimin to use so that he didn't harm his gift from Namjoon. Jimin often spent hours, simply looking at the gift and grooming his fingers through the soft feathers. It was beautiful, Jimin couldn't help but marvel at it.Not only was Hyerin a good teacher, but she was ruthless as well. She made him re-do, re-work, re-watch, and re-sculpt his movements until it was exactly where she wanted it. Jimin couldn't learn and perfect it all in one day, nor could he see himself, but he felt confident in the dance. It was sleek and graceful and alluring. Jimin loved it. The fact that Hyerin made it especially to his personality made the younger even more ecstatic to learn it. He told himself he wouldn't just learn it, he would perfect it. Hours of practice passed and Jimin was practically begging for an end to the long day. His muscles were growing taut and cramping with every movement. When he peered down to his knees, they were bruised to an ugly shade of blue and brown from all the times he would fall. Of course, Hyerin and Haeil would rush to his aid, he would get up with a laugh and shake it off."You're very flexible, Jiminie!" Hyerin hummed, taking a sip of iced water that a young beta had just brought for them on Hyerin's orders. "I'm glad I added that in. I wasn't sure you'd be able to."Jimin huffed out a sigh and practically swallowed the entire glass of water in one chug. He let up with a gasp for air and a smile. "You worked me like a slave, Hyerin." Jimin complained with a whine.Hyerin gave a small pout, "don't you want it to be perfect?" She asked, and Jimin simply nodded sheepishly. Hyerin grinned, "of course you do!" She latched onto Jimin's arm tightly. "Let us put on a robe and go steal something from the kitchens." She snickered.Jimin nodded with a large smile and let one of the servants slide a dark red robe onto his frame before tying it with a lovely white silk belt. Jimin fixed the collar and sleeves until he was comfortable before hooking an arm around Hyerin's and stepping out.The dining hall was bustling at the lunch hours as usual. Jimin didn't usually attend the court lunches. He preferred to eat in the company of Taehyung and Hyerin in his room, where the generals would occasionally sit down and steal cubes of cheese and meat from their platter.It seemed more crowded than Jimin expected. A large group of noble court members congregated at one end of the long, wooden tables. They were all leaning over and laughing loudly as they awaited their lunch to be brought out by the servants around them.Jimin's arms tensed around Hyerin's when he noticed Namjoon was at the very end of the hall, omegas flocked all around him with big smiles spread across their faces. Jealousy crawled throughout his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.Jimin's entrance didn't go unnoticed as he wished it would. The entire court grew quiet at his and Hyerin's arrival. Maybe it was Haeil, Jimin thought. The man was huge, and extremely noticeable, but Jimin brushed that off because deep down he knew. Most simply gave a curtsy or swift bow before returning to their normal conversation.Jimin couldn't take his eyes from Namjoon, who was also smiling at the four or so omegas that surrounded him completely. Almost all of his limbs were telling him to run over there and growl at those omegas, but his mind held him back from doing so. It was a primal instinct, one that he should not act on so foolishly. He simply kept close to Hyerin, who had gone quiet as well beside him. He felt estranged—outcasted.Courts people usually flocked to the most powerful person in the room, which should've been Jimin, but instead they kept their distance and took jabs at him through small, passive words and gifts that entailed too grossly into his past. No one could forget, he was a slave before Namjoon took him in. If not for Namjoon, he might've been sold again or worse.Jimin began to think the older was simply taking pity on him and something nasty bloomed in his chest. He didn't need anyone to feel pity for him—not then and certainly not when he was a slave. Jimin liked to think he was stronger than most for living through such torture, but many more would call him weak or afraid for not acting out or running. No one understood what he went through, they never would.A sour smell filtered into the air around him, and for a moment, he didn't know it was him. Hyerin tugged on his red robes gently."Jimin?" She hummed, worried.Jimin turned to her and immediately stopped himself from releasing his annoyance. He smiled, "I'm sorry, I was just.. thinking."She furrowed her brows tightly. "About what? Something is the matter, isn't it?" She bit her lip and held Jimin's hand tightly as they made their way towards Namjoon at the back of the hall.Jimin shook his head. "I wonder what they're serving today?" He quickly changed the subject and watched as Namjoon looked up from the omegas around him to see Jimin, an unhappy look phased over Jimin's face.Hyerin grew smaller behind Jimin, who simply kept his ground as the three omega girls and boy turned to look at him. For a split second, he saw annoyance cross their faces before they smiled and bowed to him."Your grace," they all said together, and Jimin hummed in acknowledgement.Jimin's eyes didn't leave Namjoon's for a moment, not even to blink. The omega's features were tense and fairly aggravated. Jimin couldn't hold himself back, so he simply sat down next to Namjoon, Hyerin scurrying next to him, and awaited the meal like everyone else. He was silent.Namjoon cleared his throat as the four omegas slouched back to the table—where they belong, Jimin might add. Jimin didn't even give him a glance as his plate was set in front of him. He thanked the servant with a sweet smile. The younger wanted Namjoon to know what it meant to be on his bad side. He wanted Namjoon to see how he hurt."I didn't think you liked eating in the dining hall?" Namjoon said through tight lips.Jimin shrugged, still picking at his food—not eating it. "Change of pace." He spat, and Namjoon's lips fell open."I–uhm–I see.." He gargled out, unexpectedly calm. There might have even been a little smirk on his face, but Jimin didn't give him the time of day.Jimin couldn't take it anymore. He pushed his plate away and stood up abruptly. Hyerin watched with big eyes, Namjoon too. "I'm no longer hungry, so I'm going to practice a bit more. Excuse me." He said, rounding the table and stalking out of the room.Jimin couldn't wait for Hyerin as she gasped, scurrying behind him with laboured, confused breaths. Jimin's stomach turned as he heard the same omegas practically dance their way back up to Namjoon. For a moment, he thought he might throw up. His whole world becoming dizzying, but Hyerin's hand on his shoulder brought him back down to earth.Jimin turned slightly, his pace continuing to rush through the halls. "Jimin?" she gasped out, but he didn't respond. "Jimin—""I'm just nervous." He snapped at her before whisking himself into the room again.It felt bad for a second, snapping at his best friend so harshly, but he couldn't help it. He was hurt, so, so hurt. Not even three weeks ago, Namjoon had embraced Jimin like his life depended on it, but now the alpha seemed bored. A painful sting ripped Jimin's heart at the thought. He couldn't bare to think Namjoon would be bored of him, that the alpha would cast him away to a dark end of the palace while he slithered through a harem of concubines. His worst fear plagued his thoughts, and he only thing Jimin could do to distract himself was dance.
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Because of his doubt and pain on the lingering subject of the alpha, Jimin hadn't stopped practicing to do anything. His sleep was cut, his meals were blocked out, and his time was spent in that room alone twisting, turning, twirling, perfecting.Perfecting, Jimin had called every time Hyerin or Taehyung would come in asking him to spend time with them. Jimin didn't want his mind to linger on the topic that was butchering him. He didn't want to think about it. He couldn't think about it. It would drive him mad.Jimin's body was sore, painfully sore to the point of almost breaking. His bones would ache every time he moved or breathed. It stopped when he danced, so he continued dancing.That day, it was colder than normal. The sky was covered in an overcast cloud that blanketed Hanseong in grey darkness. It was cold, the chilly air making his bones rattle and hurt even more than they already were. The thin air made it harder for him to breathe, but easier for him to practice without getting too hot, and yetWith every passing moment, Jimin's body was heating up more and more. He spun on his heel, but when he came to a stop the world around him did not. A hiss came up his throat as he sunk to the ground, gripping at the wood floor for a comfort. After a few minutes, his eyes settled the four or five duplicated objects into only one. The black clouds at the edges of his eyes ceased to exist. Although, Jimin's stomach remained tight and it was hard to breathe.Jimin choked it up to be him simply out of breath, so he kept moving his body around, working the fan open and closed until a painful ringing slapped through his head and in his ears. Jimin faltered in his steps, keeling off balance. The omega caught himself, and tried to hold steady, but the world was moving in so many different directions that he wasn't sure where he was anymore. It was like a bad dream. His stomach jolted with pain and his head thronged like someone was sounding a drum inside of him. Jimin's heart sped up, his body grew hot, and his movements felt sluggish while he was trying hard to catch his balance on a wall or room divider or something—anything.A whimper crawled out of his lips as his body finally toppled over, slamming roughly into the ground without any cushion—but his shoulder—to keep him from getting hurt. His vision had already begun blacking out. The edges becoming dark first, as he swore he could see Haeil slamming the door open and feet rushing towards him. The voices—maybe it was just one, he didn't know—were foggy and hardly audible in his ears.Jimin felt like he was under water. He felt like he was drowning, sinking deeper and deeper, getting further and further from the surface of the water until everything was pitch black and empty.-Nights were longer but days were even longer there. Jimin looked around him first to see familiar horses, loaded with resources, strung up to trees. His eyes caught on a large mare that stood above his own body. The horse sputtered, peering down at him with big, black eyes. Jimin looked around at himself: his child-sized hands were wrapped tightly around his knees and his bare, bruised feet were cuffed in thick, iron shackles that trapped him against the thick trunk of a pine tree. The same pine tree that the horse beside him was attached to.Jimin heard voices, indistinct but familiar. He turned his head, stomach full of fear to see a camp set up beside him. There were lanterns set all around three tents that were set up and several omegas pinned up to trees beside them. They, too, were hunched over just as Jimin was with eyes as big as they could get and faces full of worry.Jimin's eyes glazed over the insides of the tent as three men were huddled around something. He couldn't tell what it was—more like couldn't remember what it was. Apart of him knew he was dreaming, but it was all too real and too hard to wake up from.That was, until one of the men—an alpha—giant and hurly thrashed himself out of the tents with a big smile on his face. He was coming straight for him. Jimin looked down, and his child-self had disappeared into a more matured body. A gasp riddled out of his lips as the alpha came closer and closer, Jimin was unable to move himself in the dream and weighed down by something he couldn't see or feel."He's bored of you, so now it's our turn."Wake up, he practically screamed at himself.Jimin found it difficult to open his eyes. It was painful to pry his eyelids apart despite the darkness of the room around him. Gods, Jimin was thankful he did.A drum boomed inside his head and it throbbed. Immediately, a whimper and then a whine slipped out of his mouth and then a hand went to his head. A rush of cold shock waved through his body, ignoring the fact that he felt hot. His entire body was burning, scorching, and yet he was cold. His toes felt like ice and his fingers were trembling against his sweaty forehead.He heard voices then feet tumbling towards him, and then there was a face looming over him with large, worried eyes. "Jimin? Oh gods, Jimin?""Your majesty, you shouldn't be here, your cover—""Screw the cover!" A nasty voice barked meanly, "if Hui ever touches him, I'll cut his hands off with my dullest dagger." A threatening growl shocked through the room as the figure standing above a writhing Jimin blanketed him protectively against the others in the room—an alpha's primal instinct.Jimin tried to focus. He tried to see the figure that was blurred, but couldn't find the energy as another cold wave climbed through his body. "I-I—It's cold—so, so cold." He shook, his entire body trembling like a branch in the wind.The figure placed a hand on Jimin's forehead, and the searing hot skin turning into a cold tremor. Jimin gasped, pulling himself away from the hand as tears blurred his sight even more. "C-Cold." He whined again and his voice cracked into pieces.Jimin's body was pulled up from its heavy weight under the bountiful silk comforters that laid on him and a tidal wave of heat knocked the air from his chest, sending his head spiralling backward on his neck. A man's body enveloped him in a hug that ignited a cold fire burning inside of his veins.This wasn't heat. It wasn't the time nor the symptoms. This was a fever; a terrible, life threatening fever that Jimin couldn't shake.Tears boiled, then fell over his cheeks in small amounts now and then as he managed to wrap his arms around this unknown figure. Their voice sounded so familiar, but he couldn't place it. His head hurt too bad and was too frazzled to think properly."Oh my gods, he's awake." Another voice, Jimin knew distinctly as Hyerin's, said worried. "Is he okay?"Jimin pushed a hand against the person's chest, wanting space as his body was beginning to heat up and crumble under the pressure of their bodies. A whimper fell out as another tear did, too. His eyes were slowly coming back and becoming crystal clear. When he was completely back to earth, Jimin's eyes met those of a very worried Namjoon. Jimin immediately pushed him away, body arching against him to get away, but the older wouldn't let go of him."Let—Let go." Jimin cried out, and Namjoon inhaled sharply. Jimin pressed his hands against Namjoon, pushing him away firmly. "Please. Everything—Everything hurts.."The alpha slowly let Jimin go, and the younger fell back onto the bed. He breathed in and out with laboured breaths, unable to get enough air because of the pull of his lungs and thirst in his throat. It was like a million needles as he swallowed dry air.Jimin strung his arms and legs out, kicking the blankets off to reveal his hardly clothed body. Many of the people in the room gasped at the display of skin from the omega, but Jimin couldn't even think about caring because it was suddenly burning. Namjoon, who sat silently next to Jimin's bed, watched with painfully sorrowed eyes as Jimin writhed in pain and discomfort. He watched Jimin suffer, but there wasn't much he could do, especially with the younger pushing him away so crudely.The door to the room opened and Jimin watched as the medic fled in with a satchel full of supplies. Jimin caught sight of Hoseok behind him, coming in with a worried expression, too. Jimin sprawled himself out on the bed beneath the covers that someone had placed back over him.The omega watched the medic pull out a needle, and he whimpered shaking his head from side to side. He didn't want it, he just wanted to stay awake. He couldn't finish that dream, he couldn't."I-I don't wanna—wanna sleep." Jimin groaned, "'s cold, but 's so hot, too.. I-I don't know what's—"The needle was stuck into the side of Jimin's neck without him really realising it. Immediately, the liquid inside took affect, soothing his chills and calming his trembling until everything continued to blacken again."No—No.. They'll get me.." His words became drawn out, his fingers that reached for Namjoon and lidded, blurry gaze falling into a forced sleep.-When Jimin woke up again, it was easier. His eyes opened slowly but surely, and he didn't feel cold. Sure, his head was still hurting a bit, but he could hardly even remember the last few times he woke up. Body screaming and crying out for help. He was sick, but he felt a better—even if only a little bit.Jimin slowly pulled himself up from his place in bed to see Namjoon sleeping, hunched over on the bed beside him. The younger was surprised to see he hadn't left yet. A small stretch of hope sparked in his chest gently. Jimin graced a hand through Namjoon's silly brown hair, pulling back a few strands to see his handsome sleeping face.It hurt. Jimin's heart singed with pain just looking at Namjoon.He jerked his hand away and rubbed it against the silk comforters with a frown on his tear-filled face. Jimin wanted to kiss him, hug him, tell him how much he wanted him, but he couldn't—not with Namjoon not feeling the same any longer.The alpha grumbled below him, then his eyes fluttered open. Jimin inhaled. The tears prickling is eyes shrivelled up and he swallowed them down.The alpha peered up to see Jimin awake above him. He instantly shot up, a wash of relief falling over his features gently. "Jimin—" he sighed, hardly able to finish as he wrapped himself around the omega.Feeling Namjoon's warmth, breathing in his scent, it was like he fell in love all over again. His heart blossoming and stomach raided with butterflies, eating him from the inside.Namjoon pulled away and immediately looked over Jimin's face. He was still hot to the touch, and his cheeks were a red colour from the fever as well. The younger's breaths were somewhat ragged, although hidden from Namjoon's sight and ear by the omega—probably to keep from scaring him, but Jimin didn't really know why he was trying to protect Namjoon.Maybe because he loves him."My dove, are you okay?" He exhaled, "you—you collapsed and went into a fever fit while practicing." He babbled. "Have you been eating? Sleeping? You can't just bury yourself in practicing, you'll get hurt—hell—you are hurt."Tears came back to Jimin's eyes, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. The younger suddenly strung himself into Namjoon's arms, sobbing silently. The alpha was surprised, his muscles tensed as Jimin cried into his chest softly. He didn't know whether to console him or scold him, but he found his arms instinctually wrapping around the omega and holding him tight."Namjoon, I—I love you. Please—Please, don't leave me alone..."It was the first time Jimin had ever said those words and saying them was like releasing the dam to his heart."I—" the alpha stopped himself short, thinking, "I-I love you, too... I will never, never leave you."
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Spring air was supposed to cleanse, and yet Jimin felt like he was drowning as he watched the cherry blossoms begin to bud. Weeks had passed and Jimin was still regaining his strength from his sickness. It took two weeks of bed rest and bowls of soup for him to get better. Each general had a day of spoon feeding Jimin as if he was some child. At a few points in his sickness, Namjoon visited him for a few minutes. Jimin was mostly silent while Namjoon just talked to him. It felt wrong, ignoring him.They'd both professed their love, so why was Jimin still upset? He wasn't sure himself, but something didn't feel right about Namjoon in the past weeks. He seemed caught up in things. Jimin kept himself aground, and simply ignored his gut for it all.After his weeks in bed, Jimin was more than excited to begin practicing again, but this time Taehyung and Hyerin kept a firm eye on him and forced him to eat. Even Namjoon would come in with skeptical eyes while they ate lunch.But Jimin was feeling drowned underwater for more than one reason now. The ceremony was on the morrow, and Jimin didn't feel ready.He would sit in the smaller, less populated courtyards, watching servants scurry around the castle with silk decorations and giant bouquets of white flowers. The kitchens were bustling as well, fixing as much food as they could for tomorrow's festivities, but here Jimin was, watching it all.He sat on a stone and pebble bench that was almost devoured by the largest cherry tree Jimin had ever laid eyes on—the first time he saw it in its overgrown glory, he'd nearly squealed in excitement. His favourite tree was blooming with beautiful pink and white flowers. The petals flurried around him as he skimmed through a book that Seokjin had given to him. It was a book that was popular in the west—Jimin thought it was a stupid, idealistic love story that was more unrealistic than a flying horse with a horn.He sighed softly, closing the parchment book gently to peer up at the flowers that drifted around him with the spring winds. It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing of spring, Jimin thought.A small chuckle gargled from a man's throat behind Jimin, sending the younger peering behind himself with big eyes. In the tree, Namjoon sat with a piece of parchment that stretched on forever. Jimin gasped softly at seeing him there, his cheeks dusting with pink like the blossoms."What are you doing here?" Jimin couldn't help but ask. He felt excited seeing Namjoon there, even though he was screaming at himself for saying anything at all. He should've just turned back around with a snort.Namjoon smiled at him, before taking his blue robes in his hands and leaping down from the tree with the long scroll. "I simply wanted to enjoy the blossoms. They remind me of someone I cherish quite a bit." He hummed, and Jimin's eyes averted themselves to the pebble ground.He knew it was a bad idea, talking to him. Jimin simply gave a small nod in acknowledgement, so Namjoon came to his side, setting himself down beside Jimin. "You do remind me of the blossoms, you know?" Jimin's eyes flicked onto the alpha, fluttering softly."Do you say that to all the omegas—"Oh no. It slipped out. Jimin immediately turned his face away from Namjoon, expecting a harsh reprimand, but all he got was a chuckle. "Someone is green with envy, I see." He laughed, and Jimin just glared at him.The omega took the lighthearted response as an okay to continue. "Shouldn't I be? The only other alphas I speak to are your generals." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest tightly.Namjoon's face lit up as Jimin admitted to jealousy. "You have no idea how it makes me feel, though, do you?" He slithered out with a deeper voice. Jimin looked at the alpha as he crept closer. "It pains me to see you interact with anyone but me." He droned with a frown.Jimin unraveled his arms and set his book onto the stone between them. "You don't trust your generals, hyung?" Jimin asked, curiously as Namjoon moved the book in order to creep closer.He shook his head, "not with an omega as lovely as you." He said, lip reaching a cringeworthy pout.Jimin giggled at the older, but didn't expect the sudden press of fingers against the most sensitive area of his body: his armpits. Jimin squealed as the alpha traced delicate, but pushy fingers across the area under his armpit. Giggles and chokes of laughter fell from the omega's lips as his own hands fought with Namjoon's. Jimin's head fell backwards on his neck as he chortled against the ticklishness of his own body. His stomach fluttered and toes curled tightly as he managed the get his own hands on Namjoon's stomach. He tried to tickle the alpha back, but his efforts were stopped as the older's hands swallowed his own."S-Stop it, hyung!" Jimin cried out with a bark of laughter.Tears were bubbling into his eyes just before the alpha's fingers slowed to a stop. When Jimin stopped smiling so big, he felt lips press against his own all of the sudden. It didn't matter though, he let Namjoon take over his lips—the butterflies blooming in his tummy again.Jimin slowly wrapped an arm around Namjoon's neck to keep him from falling off the bench as he was inclined practically flat on his back. His other hand intertwined fingers with the alpha's, and the younger couldn't help but keen at the difference in size. Jimin's small hands were invisible inside of Namjoon's large hands. A hum came to Jimin's lips, vibrating against Namjoon's mouth, just the way Jimin knew would arouse the older. It worked, of course.Namjoon pulled away from him with a shiver and smiled, "you sly little fox," he called him.Jimin giggled and pulled himself back up, Namjoon meeting him halfway. This time the kiss was much more.. passionate. Namjoon was the first to push his tongue through the plump of Jimin's lips. The younger crooning at the feeling of Namjoon dominating his mouth. It wasn't sloppy at all. In fact, Namjoon kept it neat and contained, despite how needy he was, grabbing Jimin's waist and thighs like an infant with jewellery.Namjoon slipped out of his hold and smiled down at him gently. "Are you ready for tomorrow, little dove?" He asked, and Jimin suddenly felt more ready than he'd ever been before.He nodded, a little less than confident. "I-I think so." He whispered in a small voice.Namjoon's head fell back down and he pressed his lips and nose into Jimin's hair softly. It was a gentle, sweet gesture as he inhaled Jimin's vanilla scent like it was his medication, then placed a kiss to the crown of his head.Jimin sighed. Oh, how he missed such sweet, wholesome things. His stomach felt better and his mind was clearer. Even though the thoughts of boredom were in the back of his mind, he was pushing them away as he let Namjoon kiss and smell every inch of him. Jimin didn't mind that some places were more inappropriate than others. He would just giggle, but let him keep on going until he moved on to another spot.After a few minutes, Namjoon pulled Jimin back up and wrapped his arms around the omega tightly, like he was going to lose him. It made Jimin a bit uncomfortable, the alpha acting so strangely.In his thoughts, Jimin almost missed Namjoon's whisper. "I was so scared." Jimin tried to look at him, but the alpha kept him wrapped tight in his arms. "I thought I would lose you when they said Haeil found you collapsed.." The omega just wrapped his arms around Namjoon tightly. "I never want to be so scared again."Jimin nodded, rolling soft fingers across his back to comfort him. He also let calming pheromones leak from his pores. Namjoon immediately melted into him like ice in the summer."I could never leave you. You saved my life." Jimin said in a small, small voice.Namjoon chuckled, "no, little dove, you saved mine."
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By the Gods, Jimin had never been so nervous in his entire life. The thick golden and black fabrics were draped over his frame like heavy furs. He felt it weighed a thousand pounds and his skin was gathering sweat under the thickest parts of the robes as they hung off of him. At first, he adored the clothing—with it's beautiful golden designs that rained down the yellow and black perfectly like spring leaves and flowers blooming for the first human's eyes to see and it's beautiful silky black making his pale melanin skin shine in the oil lamps of the palace—now, Jimin was beginning to hate how stuffy and heavy and hot the beautiful robes were as he paced in front of the doors to the main hall and courtyard.Jimin had the gift Namjoon had given him for this day in his other hand. The bright orange feathers of the fan falling and flopping around as he swung his arms, obviously conflicted.There were heavy footsteps heading his way, and Jimin immediately twirled around to see Hyerin stalking towards him with arms spread wide and a giant smile spread across her face. Jimin let a giant exhale roll out of his throat. He almost fell into Hyerin's arms and she wrapped around him tightly. Jimin's knees were ready to buckle at any moment, but he kept himself as upright as he could."Jiminie, I'm so excited for you!" She exclaimed with an excited giggle, then pulled away and held Jimin's arms. When the omega got a good look at the younger's paling face, she gasped. "Oh, love, don't be frightened. We've practiced so much for this day, you'll be perfect." She soothed while releasing the most calming pheromones she could muster through her own excitement.Jimin nodded his head, swallowing the doubt he had rising in his throat. She rubbed his arm as his muscles relaxed. "Are you afraid to walk alone? What's the matter, Jimin?""What if I mess up terribly?" He whined, already picturing it in his head.He would trip over himself and fall onto the floor. When he came up from his fall, there would be a giant red spot where his skull hit the cobblestone. Everyone, even Namjoon would cackle loudly at him as they watched the spectacle. It would be more like a performing jester than a royal wedding.Hyerin smiled at him. "Jimin, you are the most charming person I've ever met, you'll be fine." She smiled and he smiled back vaguely. "We can't keep them waiting any longer, get out there and show those nasty court members who the Empress really is." Hyerin turned him to face the door before giving his ass firm slap. Jimin yelped, and turned to Haeil, who stood there silently.He watched Hyerin run around the corner, entering the courtyard from a different, side door. Jimin chewed on his bottom lip for a second before tucking the fan into his sleeve. The omega took a deep breath and stepped forward, Haeil to his left gave him a small nod while opening the giant doors that towered over him like two obelisksWith a cowering first few steps, Jimin tried to avoid the eyes of the lords and ladies that were seated, but their fanfare cascaded like explosions in his ears. For a moment, Jimin halted, but resumed with haste. If Jimin wasn't so nervous, he might've smiled; he might've noticed how lovely the courtyard looked completely surrounded by cherry blossom trees as their petals floated around the ceremony so beautifully; most of all, he might've noticed how the crowd looked upon with utter shock and awe.Jimin kept his gaze on Namjoon, who stood at the top of a large stone stage—made for such ceremonies. A stone staircase that curving and winding to the stone path leading directly to Jimin, who continued walking towards him. The Emperor's general's were all standing with giant smiles on their faces as they caught sight of Jimin. Daehee was there as well with the same smile as the others.The young omega stepped into the centre of a circle—no doubt meant for his dance—directly at the bottom of the staircase. Jimin couldn't take his eyes off of Namjoon. The alpha was looking so handsome, his lighter brown hair slicked back and folding, drawing attention to the dimples that took on his apple cheeks. His deeper melanin skin glistening in the spring sun. He finally noticed the small pink petals that blew around the older, who stood with his hands hooked behind his back. His robes a dark black and red.The Alpha Emperor looked powerful, standing above everyone else with a sense of strength and dignity in the air around him. He looked noble and deserving of the title Emperor. The traditional Gat he wore on his head was adorn in crystals from rubies to topaz and hung just above his forehead and handsome face. His dragon robe was intricate and had as much detail as Jimin's, but a deep black and red, so that when the two came together they would create the colours of Joseon–red and gold.Still, Jimin didn't know how he got into this situation any longer, and he no longer questioned it either. He really did grow to love this dragon—the fierceness and all.A man came forward—a crown bearer by his side—Jimin was told he was to represent him and speak for the omega. So the younger gracefully pulled the feathered gift from his sleeve and flipped it open. Jimin pressed it to his chin, hiding his lips behind the orange feathers that tickled his nose. He took one unsteady step forward and immediately swallowed to keep his legs from caving. Jimin cursed himself before whispering small calming words to keep his eyes from tearing. He approached the bottom of the platform and bowed deeply to Emperor."Your majesty," Jimin said, and it was meant to be proud but his throat quivered instead. Jimin tried hard to keep his head high and proud as everyone stared at him."Your majesty," the man behind him said with a bow, and Jimin waited. He had no titles. He came from nothing. There truly was no reason for Namjoon to choose him from a crowd of beautiful, wealthy, and fragile omegas.Namjoon nodded gently, and the man continued. Jimin swallowed, brows going up in concern unconsciously."Park Jimin, of Haeundae," Jimin's gut churned in fear. What would he say? "The most beautiful flower of the south, and undoubtably the most beautiful omega in all the lands. He has been honoured to become your mate and Empress. He has looked forward to this day since you claimed him yours."Jimin couldn't help feel ashamed of his lack of title, but he kept his head held high even with no origins. They were pretty words for a former slave boy.Without taking his eyes from Jimin, the Emperor nodded in approval."My dove."Jimin's head jerked up, unexpecting to the Emperor's incoming words. He knew he probably looked like a fool, but at that moment it was only him and Namjoon there by themselves. Jimin's eyes never left Namjoon's—he was locked onto his."Today is the day that you will become a phoenix." He said, voice soft and smooth. It sparked something in Jimin's chest.Jimin's jaw tightened until it was painful to move it otherwise. He didn't know what to do. Alphas like Namjoon did not usually speak to their mate before the ceremony. Alpha Emperor's especially weren't accustomed to speaking so submissively in general.Jimin didn't know what to do. The omega had nothing to say as he squirmed in the centre of the grand courtyard.Instead of saying anything, Jimin pressed the red and orange tips of the fan against his lips for good luck. There was a small lingering surprise in the back of his throat. He stood and waited in the centre of the round courtyard. He breathed in and then sighed softly. He knew everything, all of the steps, Hyerin had been over it with him time and time again.Courtship dances were a tradition that was expected of any high class omega. Jimin was taught by Hyerin that the dances were reflections of the omega's person. What kind of person was Jimin? He didn't know, but apparently Hyerin knew. She taught him the dance, the steps, and even helped compose the music. It was an understatement to say that the omega helped him.Jimin was told he must show that alpha who he is beneath his metallic and golden robes. To give Namjoon a teasing taste of who Jimin was—despite their growing bond in the southern fort. Jimin decided he would do just that. With his innocence, mysterious grace, and phoenix fire he would plunge Namjoon into an unbreakable spell.When the gayageum began, it was like Jimin's body was drained of dread and fear. The emotions were replaced with the need to dance. It was the only thing he knew. He'd been struggling and practicing for this, so at that moment, it was all that mattered to Jimin.The song was slow at first, the string's vibrations guiding the movements of his body skillfully and with grace. The robes on him were heavy and his body was clammy, but Jimin managed to keep himself together and remain as graceful as a bird in flight. He raised the fan to the ceiling, chin peering up and following the bright feathers stop his fan. As soon as the whining of the haegeum joined into the chorus, Jimin's body moved with a force that no one could've recognised before. His robes fluttered around him as he flittered the fan and twirled on his heel.It was like the wind and cherry blossoms were one with his movements. The petals followed his body as it twirled to an abrupt stop. Instantly and on cue, his legs buckled. One knee bending beautifully and the other leg extending until it was completely straightened out beside him. Jimin kept his gaze locked on Namjoon, not listening as the crowd around him let out small gasps and coos of surprise.His leg moved gracefully, trailing in front of him until he was able to stand completely again. He fluttered his fan with the look of lust in his eyes. His tongue darted from his mouth to wet his lips, and Jimin noticed the fire in Namjoon's eyes as he watched stilly.He skittered across the floor, body matching the smooth rhythm of the song until he made three moves that were a mix of aggression and grace—so finely equaled out that anybody would be weak from the look of Jimin's body rolling against the air, his fan fluttering in a full circle above his head as he preformed with a hard expression. The moments that his eyes left Namjoon, he felt lost, but the music put him back into place easily.Jimin's eyes met Namjoon's once more, but the alpha had moved from his spot and was trailing down the winding stairs to meet Jimin as his routine finally began slowing down. Jimin's twirls became slower, more focused on the ball of his heel and the flutter of the orange fan as it circled his head and then his shoulders and then the thighs until he bent himself over and thrusted the fan downward. The feathers just barely scraped the stone ground as he brought it back over his head. His other hand was struggling minutely to remove the collar of his robes from a good portion of his shoulder and neck.Jimin's heart was beating and his twirling was finally coming to an abrupt stop just as his the thick fabrics of his robes fell halfway from his shoulders—it revealed almost all of his shoulders shamelessly. Namjoon was already there, taking Jimin's bare shoulder in his palm to steady the omega as he pulled the fan up until it sat between his and Namjoon's lips. The only thing the alpha could see were Jimin's lustful eyes and the warmth of his shoulder at the tips of his fingers—so teasingly plush and damp for his touch.Jimin was heaving breaths, exhausted from his dance, but too high off of the adrenaline to realise just how tired he was. He tried hard to keep his breaths at bay, but it was more difficult than he first imagined. The stress of messing up along with the pain of preforming the entire dance was tremendous.The next part only brought Jimin more dread and tension. It would hurt. It had to hurt. Jimin exhaled huffing and puffing out small gasps for air. He moved the fan back down, breaking eye contact. His robes were dismantled, neck was bare and open for the alpha's mating bite. In a swift and sudden fear, Jimin's eyes filled with tears as he thought about what came next. Namjoon's hand was gentle and sliding down his arm to meet his waist. The omega flinched, and Namjoon sucked in a breath."Jimin," he breathed out a whisper, "I will not hurt you."Jimin shook his head minutely and buried his teeth into his bottom lip to hold back the sob that dared to roll out. "I know.." Jimin whimpered out.Namjoon's jaw slapped shut tightly before he could utter another word, and Jimin suddenly felt upset at his lack of confidence in his mate. Jimin's body quivered, but Namjoon's hand on his waist settled him to earth once more.The alpha calmly let out another sigh and spoke as if the entire court wasn't watching them. "I will not follow through with the bite until you are ready, little dove." Jimin's body went to slack at the releasing of soft pine pheromones.It was humiliating how quickly his shoulders laxed and his muscles that were taut finally released their pull. He fell slightly into Namjoon's arms, but it was hardly noticeable. Jimin breathed in and then out deeply as the court began to murmur. His heart's pace was slowing slightly, and his body didn't feel as grossly screwed together."I-I am yours.." He whispered with hardly the voice of a mouse, but Namjoon heard him loud and clear.The alpha's lungs hitched in his ear. The warmth of his breath stopped pooling against his ear, and Jimin could feel the alpha grow more tense. Then, as if on schedule, that lovely dimpled smirk came back to his face once more. "As I am yours, my dove."Jimin's breath stopped as Namjoon lowered his head to the juncture of Jimin's neck. Without really realising it, the omega's head leaned away to give him more room. First a gentle kiss to the spot, and all of Jimin's nerves blossomed in that area with a fierce tingle. He squirmed, fingers latching onto the alpha's sleeve to hold himself in place.There was only a few seconds of no contact before Namjoon's teeth replaced his lips, and Jimin sucked in a breath. His hands gripping harder onto the fabrics of his sleeve.The fiercest explosion of pure emotion swam through Jimin's veins. White hot fire turned liquid as it carried through him, blinding him until he couldn't breath properly. He could feel something akin to a tsunami of every emotion he'd ever felt pulled over him.The explosion of emotion triggered a whimper to roll off of his tongue as he let the orange fan slip from his fingers daintily. Jimin reached out for something—anything—to grab ahold of, to anchor himself with or else he might not come back down from his high.His back arched into an 'S' like shape and he grabbed ahold of Namjoon's dark black robes for dear life as another push of air left his lungs in the form of a whine—long and pitched. If he could've stopped it, he would have.It was the oddest sensation. He'd never thought the bond he was told about would manifest so physically inside of him. The emotions he felt all ringing into him from Namjoon as they joined the bond together. The alpha submitting to the omega and blending together until they were completely one. It was like Jimin could feel Namjoon inside of him, burning him with dragon's fire.The alpha's touches remained light and fragile. A low grumbling growl reaching out of his throat against the bloodied skin on Jimin's neck. It was purely instinctual and a primal flurry of emotions, but something inside of Jimin screamed from the growling sound.After the emotions died down into his stomach, Jimin was drained. His body feeling as if it had grown another inside of it and split off. The energy draining along with the emotions, Jimin only wanted to lay under a blanket and sleep an eternity, but he knew he couldn't.So when Namjoon pulled away from his neck juncture and held him from knees buckling to the ground, Jimin let out a small noise of growing exhaustion. Namjoon noticed and remained with his arms wrapped around the younger tightly—keeping him from collapsing and humiliating himself any further.Jimin sat there, staring up at the larger man through, glossy, glossy eyes. He looked on the verge of tears, but Jimin knew it was only because of the forceful rush of emotions that had forced themselves through every single vein, capillary and artery inside of his body. It still hadn't stopped. Jimin didn't even notice Namjoon's expression turning as he let out a long, held in sigh. Slowly, Jimin moved his head to look at the large greying man and a boy, not yet presented, came forward with a beautiful golden crown that twisted and winded into beautiful flowers and circular patterns that enclosed red rubies. The crown had two long strings of jewels and gold falling off either side of the object. Jimin couldn't take his eyes off of it.The younger stood up straight as quickly as he could. It knocked the breath out of him, and his knees buckled, but Namjoon grabbed his hand, not letting anyone at all even notice the slip. Jimin's face went bright red with a wave of embarrassment. Namjoon shuddered, feeling the same emotions somehow. Jimin supposed that was how the mating ceremony connected the two souls, bonding them for life.Jimin pulled himself together, holding Namjoon's hand for support as he turn to the minister and child crown bearer.The larger man came up beside the child, taking the crown in his hands with extreme delicacy. Jimin kneeled down slightly, hand still in Namjoon's, and the heavy metal head piece onto the top of his head. Jimin stood back up, slowly turning himself around to the court's people with Namjoon's gentle hand holding his tightly.It wasn't long after the crowning, that the courts broke out into an joyous uproar. Jimin's senses were knocked into him at the overwhelming sound that he stood upright, legs wobbling for a moment but otherwise perfectly steady. It was over and his head was still daring to spin as he looked around all the happy faces.He found Hyerin and Taehyung jumping for joy and clapping loudly in one of the first rows behind him. Jimin sent the two a tired smile before Namjoon whisked him around to meet the masses of court members. Jimin tried hard instead, to focus on the petals that were floating around the air like snow.For a moment, the alpha pulled himself from Jimin, only to have the young omega squirm, jerking him back without even a thought. After realising what he'd done, Jimin squeaked and left his mate's side immediately."I-I'm sorry. I—Could you please stay near me..?" He said, embarrassed, but Namjoon simply smiled and pulled him close.The alpha's dimples were digging into his cheeks more deeply than ever before. "The bond is new, your instincts are vulnerable. I should not leave you." He whispered.Jimin's cheeks speckled with pink blossoming. The younger looked over Namjoon's broad shoulder to see the four generals descending the stairs gracefully—Jimin could tell they were trying hard to contain their excitement. Jimin was having a hard time containing his exhaustion that was masked in excitement.Meanwhile, the man that introduced Jimin rose his arms to the air. The crowd immediately settled, whispering and giggling together as they gazed on Namjoon. "Let us retreat further into the garden, so whomever can bestow their blessings on the newly mated couple."
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Jimin sat uncomfortably at a long table that stood above the mass of tables like a mountain. He squirmed, trying hard to stay as close to Namjoon as he could. He felt like he was itching every time the alpha let go of his hand to greet guests that stepped up with great big smiles on their faces. They greeted Jimin, too, of course, but not with nearly as much enthusiasm. It seemed the courts people didn't enjoy Jimin nearly as much as the common people.So while Namjoon greeted his guests, Jeongguk sat beside him, entertaining the omega with small card tricks and his constant bickering with Seokjin on the other side."Yah! Jeongguk, there's no way you knew my card. You must've looked!" The older yelled at Jeongguk, turning in his seat to meet eyes directly.Jeongguk was giving him a sheepish grin as he shuffled the parchment cards in his hands. "Hyung, I told you already. It's magic." He snickered, and Jimin smiled as well.Seokjin threw out his arm, "I demand you tell me how you did it." He huffed.Jeongguk frowned at his older then placed the cards onto the table firmly. "Ah, hyung. I can't tell you my secrets." He said, crossing his arms over his chest firmly.Seokjin snatched the cards from the table and looked through them with thin eyes. He then smiled at the younger alpha. "Let me try."Jeongguk's frown turned into a smirk. "Sure, hyung." He said, turning to give Jimin a wink.Jimin knew exactly what he was saying through that smirk.. 'Jin-hyung has no idea how to do anything.'He watched as Seokjin held the deck of cards out to Jeongguk, facing away so that the older could not see them. Jeongguk snickered and grabbed a random card, knowing it would be useless for Seokjin to even try. One Jeongguk had chosen, Seokjin pulled the cards back to himself. Jimin's smile grew as he watched the eldest alpha fling the deck of cards onto the floor in front of the table. The cards scattered through the air and covering the stone steps below. Jimin snorted, covering his mouth in embarrassment."Ah, hyung!" Jeongguk whined with a pout. "Why'd you do that?"Seokjin puffed out his chest proudly as the younger stood up with drooping shoulders to help the servants pick up the scattered cards before Namjoon reprimanded him. "You asked for it." Seokjin snickered, crossing his arms over his chest proudly.Jimin turned back to look at Namjoon, who was frowning at their childish display. The omega immediately tensed and sat forward, back straight as a board. Namjoon chuckled, squeezing Jimin's hand by his side and he relaxed just a bit more."I'm sorry.." The younger apologised softly.Namjoon hummed, "I don't think you'll win the favour of the court by ignoring them, love."Jimin frowned at him. "They'll never like me anyway." The omega spat with furrowed brows. He really wanted to cross his arms and slouch at every single noble that came to greet them.Namjoon smiled at him then pulled the omega's cheek. Jimin's eyes flipped open to stare at the alpha. Upon meeting the alpha's soft, affectionate eyes, Jimin's cheeks heated up. "F-Fine.." Jimin muttered, turning back to see a father and his young daughter stepping up to them with long strides.The omega girl was beautiful with long lashes and naturally blushed cheeks. She had long brown hair strung up to reveal her neck that was free of a bite, and Jimin found himself absentmindedly pulling his fingers through his short hair. A pang of pain shot through his chest, and Namjoon must've noticed or felt the same thing because he looked over at Jimin with big eyes.Namjoon watched as Jimin took his hand from his hair and the older immediately grabbed it tightly as he watched the two bow deeply before them. The alpha pulled on a tense smile and released thinly layered pheromones for only Jimin."Your majesty," the beta father spoke while coming up from his bow. "It's an honour to be in your presence. This is my daughter," he said, and the girl stepped forward fluttering her lashes daintily over her cheeks. "Omega, Minah."The omega bowed her head and held her large hanbok tightly between her fingers. The loose strands of her chestnut brown hair fell gracefully over her face, which was sculpted wonderfully by the gods."It's an honour, your majesty." She greeted and even her voice was a pleasure to hear.Jimin swallowed, distaste firm on his tongue. He remembered the first week he was in the palace. The servants only spoke about Jimin and the Emperor's soon-to-be harem. It made Jimin sick to his stomach. He couldn't think on it long because now that he and Namjoon were mated, the older could probably feel this disdain faintly through their bond.Namjoon cleared his throat and gave the omega a large smile. Jimin didn't like it, not one bit. "Welcome to the palace, Lord Singh. I do hope you enjoy your stay." He said, and the noble had yet to even acknowledge Jimin's presence at the table.It seemed Namjoon would say nothing, so Jimin spoke up himself. "I hope the pillows are as fluffed as you like, my lord." Jimin smiled, vaguely, and Namjoon looked at him with a cocked brow.The young omega girl watched Jimin with large eyes before speaking up. "Your highness," she spoke, and Jimin turned his gaze to her. "Your dance.. It was the most beautiful one I've ever seen." She smiled, cheeks hot with embarrassment—no doubt she spoke out of turn because her father looked at her with tight brows.Jimin's stomach grew butterflies, "thank you so much.." He smiled, genuinely to her."Yes," the father spoke again, turning the attention back onto him again. "Congratulations. I know it may be out of line, but I'd wished you chose my daughter!" He said, bursting out into laughter.Jimin's eyes fell into those of anger at his comment. It was out of line. "Very out of line." Jimin whispered under his breath while the other laughed, but Namjoon heard it loud and clear.The Emperor chuckled, not with the man, but at Jimin's response. He peered back up to the lord and smiled, squeezing Jimin's hand by his side. "I believe I've chosen right, Lord Singh." He was being passive aggressive again, and Jimin felt a little better. "I hope you both enjoy your time at the palace and that your pillows are fluffed." Namjoon chuckled softly."I would like to speak with you later on the matter of my daughter, Minah, your majesty." He said, smile growing again.Namjoon simply nodded, waving him off with a kind gesture. Jimin couldn't help but wonder what he meant. It must've been something he wouldn't know about if they would speak about it in private. Jimin wanted to know too, his jealousy getting to him.The man reluctantly bowed to them before moving along to greet a few general's further along. Jimin peered over to see the young omega stealing glances at him every so often. He didn't know what to think. She was kind to him, but her father was horrid."See," Jimin pointed out to the alpha. "They hate me.""Stop taking jabs at them, Jimin." He chortled, placing a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "Minah-ssi seemed to like you." He explain, but Jimin shook it off."Okay." He just wouldn't speak up any longer.Jimin pouted, but looked up to see a bright and cheery Daehee standing above them with his hands behind his back. He looked glorious in his Ivory robes and brown hair tousled on his head. He gave Jimin a small wink, and the omega hummed in response."Your majesties," he greeted, and Namjoon gave him a cunning smile.The alpha chuckled, "Daehee, you look handsome."The young man gave him a nod in thanks. His cheeks became dusted with pink as he shuffled in his spot on the cobblestone. Jimin smiled at his bashfulness."Congratulations." He simply hummed with a small chuckle, and Jimin nodded in thanks.Namjoon gave a suspicious eye to the younger before simply laughing. "Soon, Daehee, you will be married as well."The younger's head shot off of his shoulders, "I've seen many fine ladies here that would suit you perfectly." He smiled, and Daehee smiled as well."Yes, I have been scouting, your majesty." He laughed half-heartedly, then he bowed to them, saying his goodbyes and moving down the table to where the generals were seated—it seemed they were creating mischief again.Another few minutes and seeing a familiar group of three step up the stairs, Jimin nearly stood, but stopped himself from embarrassing them all. Seo-an and Hayoon walked up, hand in hand with their child, Jieun, close to them. Their heads were cast to the ground as the entire court stared at them in fury. Jimin furrowed his brows tightly, but loosened up when the family came to stand in front of them. Jimin immediately pulled a giant smile onto his face."Hayoon-ssi, Seo-an-ssi," Jimin greeted the two, before turning to Jieun with bright eyes, "I heard you presented as omega on your last name day, Jieun-ssi." A small twinge of pain rose through his gut. Being an omega wasn't easy. "Congratulations, love." He managed to get out without a single bit of insincerity, despite his knowledge of the world. Jimin turned to Seon-an, "please take care of her."The father bowed and nodded, "yes, of course. Thank you, your highness." He then stepped forward and placed a small box onto the table for Jimin. "Congratulations on your mating, both of you." He spoke in a small voice, scared—overwhelmed, maybe.Namjoon held out a hand, "thank you, Seo-an, I've prepare a plot of fertile land and home for you and your family to return to, also a title." Jimin's head snapped to the larger alpha in shock. "You shall be a small lord. If you wish, your daughter Jieun can attend our court when she comes of age." He smiled, and Seo-an nor Jimin could believe their ears as he slowly took the emperor's hand and shook it firmly."Thank you, thank you, thank you, your majesty." He squabbled, silently. Jimin watched as tears came to his eyes, but he couldn't let them show.Jimin pushed a giant smile onto his face as the family turned to him. "Please take care of yourselves. I hope to see you all again soon, and Jieun grown up in court." He said before they bowed one last time and left the tables, hugging each other tightly. Jimin couldn't help but smile at the sight. The time passed slowly and yet another thing Jimin dreaded was coming. The night after the mating ceremony. Hyerin had called it 'a night filled with only love making' while Taehyung simply said 'constant sex'. Jimin didn't know which explaination he liked better, but it was making his gut crawl with fear.While in confinement, older omega's would return to being chained up tired and bleeding—from what? Jimin didn't know at the time. Now that he knew, he never wanted to let another alpha touch him in such a way. They'd said it hurt—they said it hurt for days so badly that they couldn't stand, and they didn't lie. Jimin would wake in the middle of the night to one of the men carrying a collapsed omega and chaining him or her back to the post. Every time, the omega was unconscious or shaking, eyes blown wide, and hugging themselves tightly. He, himself, was too young at the time to be in the same shoes as such tortured omegas. No matter how much the men wanted to touch Jimin.. Ilsung never let it happen—"too young," he said, "give him a job for now and I'll tell you when you can have him."Jimin knew now.. He was a virgin, was one when they sold him off in a flurry of fear. A flurry of fear towards Namjoon. The alpha saved his life more than once. Jimin could've been ravaged, torn to shreds.A shiver ran down Jimin's spine at the thought. He did not want that. It would hurt. It wasn't like the bite. The bite's pain went away quickly. This would hurt for hours, days, maybe more.Jimin was shaken from his gaze as Namjoon squeezed his hand and turned to him with concern in his eyes. "What's the matter, little dove?"Jimin was unable to answer when he saw a tall, smirking alpha slithered up to the table with thin eyes. His hanbok was well made and of the finest fabrics. From his scent, Jimin could see he was an alpha of high status. Jimin looked to Namjoon, who was smiling brightly at the man.He stooped into a deep bow, and Namjoon scoffed. "Come on, Wonho." He chirped, happier than Jimin had seen him since he met the alpha in the baths. Jimin had never seen this man and yet he was so comfortable with him—like old friends.The man chuckled and stood up tall. He gave Jimin a large smile. "My, my. You're even more stunning up close." He winked, and Jimin squirmed. The omega simply gave him a smile. He turned back to Namjoon, "how did you catch this little beauty?" The older hummed, and Namjoon smirked at him."Jimin is a rose that blooms once every decade. I just happened to pick him before anyone else could." The words were pretty and made Jimin's heart flutter and face turn into a embarrassed smile."Ahh," the man snapped, "I missed an opportunity to nab me a beautiful rose." He chuckled.Jimin couldn't help but enjoy this man, for he was the first to acknowledge Jimin even being at the table. "Thank you, my lord." Jimin nodded, only saying those few words.The man gave him a nod as well before turning to Namjoon once more. "When'll you be bringing out the whole harem, your highness?" He asked, mockingly, and Jimin's smile fell from his lips once more. "Isn't it customary for the a Emperor to have at least five omegas at his side?" The man asked, and Namjoon snuck a glance to Jimin, who turned away to hide his distress.Namjoon turned back with a smile. He only hummed, "I've only just mated, Wonho." He said, not denying the harem and making Jimin's mind blur slightly.Oh gods, if there was one thing Jimin couldn't bare to think about was being discarded. For once, Jimin had someone who made him feel like he was more, like he was important. He wasn't just some omega whore to be used and thrown away for a younger omega.His breath caught in his throat as the older man cackled. "Come on, your majesty, have a little fun, won't you?""Soon enough, Wonho." Namjoon smiled, and Jimin's body tensed.The older winked at Namjoon, "congratulations, then." He said.Jimin finally pulled his hand from Namjoon's, despite the alpha's hold on it. Anxiety mustered in his chest again, but he didn't want to touch Namjoon at that moment. He couldn't, or else he might do something stupid.The lord extended a hand to Jimin. The younger looked at it for a moment before reluctantly laying his own hand in the alpha's. Namjoon watched closely as the older brought Jimin's knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently. Jimin watched with sorrowful eyes, but once the man met them, he changed to a small smile."It was the highest pleasure to meet you, your grace." He hummed with a soft tick and smirk on his thin lips.Jimin nodded, but said nothing and took his hand away. He shoved it back into his lap before Namjoon could grab ahold of it. He might vomit if he held Namjoon's hand.The alpha stood and all the chatter around the courtyard ceased. Jimin held his chin up.It was time.He swallowed."Thank you all for your gracious words, enjoy the feast while my mate and I retire for the night." Namjoon shouted, and a cheer bursted through the air.Namjoon stretched a hand to Jimin. For a moment, he wavered, but took it gently. His stomach felt as if it would go against him, but Jimin held it in. Namjoon noticed.
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He really didn't know what he wanted. He and Namjoon had been in the same room before many times, even slept together three or four times before the ceremony, and yet standing meters apart from the alpha seemed all too close. The alpha's gaze looming over him with intent, and Jimin didn't really know what to do with it. The night of their mating was supposed to be glorious and full of love making, but Jimin felt sick to his stomach at the thought."Is it—" he started, voice catching in his throat when he saw Namjoon stripping his outer layers behind him. "Is it supposed to hurt?" Jimin asked.Namjoon stopped his fingers from fiddling with the lace material of his belt, and he simply stared at Jimin. "Darling dove, if I am ever hurting you, you must tell me." Jimin shied his face out of view. "What makes you think I will hurt you?""Not you," Jimin said immediately, "the omegas—the omegas when I was held captive, they said it.. it hurt so bad." He trembled, only relaxing his muscles when Namjoon smoothed a restful hand up his waist gently—the arousal in the older's pheromones made Jimin feel tingly.The alpha stretched a hand up his shoulder and traced over the bloodied mark he'd left only hours ago. Jimin inhaled sharply when the alpha's fingers grew nearer. "The omegas in that place.. have never made love, Jimin." He corrected, swiftly pulling Jimin's jaw upward so their lips met with the gentlest kiss. Jimin couldn't help the tug in his chest when Namjoon pulled away just barely. "My little dove, we are going to make love."Jimin's cheeks turned a bright red hue before Namjoon slipped a sturdy arm under the omega's legs, sweeping him momentarily from his feet. A gust of air was blown from Jimin's lungs. His hands gripped the Emperor's clothing tightly to save himself from falling. "N-Namjoonie—" he gasped, when the larger man set his omega gently onto the dragon covered silk sheets. It was all so soft, so gentle—anything but what Jimin had expected from an alpha.Namjoon shushed his mate—his omega—and then towered over him with arms caging Jimin in between the head of the king sized bed and the mattress bending under his weight. The alpha's lips hunkered down, pressing onto the crown of Jimin's head so carefully that the omega wanted to squeal.A sigh fell from his lips, and he forced himself away from the omega, only to have the boy pull him back by his collar—hand trembling. His mate hummed, "unless you don't want to—"Jimin's body crumbled, his lips releasing a lewd whine and roll of his hips—it wasn't voluntary, his body moved on its own. Jimin chalked it up to be related to the slight release of slick lathering between his cheeks. "I-I want to.. want to make love.." The omega whimpered out hardly an intelligible sentence but it got the job done as Namjoon couldn't help the smile that roamed over his face."Make love?" Namjoon hummed, pooling fingers through Jimin's dark black hair. "Sweet love?" He kissed the top of his head again. "Soft love?" He kissed the omega's forehead. Jimin crooned fondly, a smile gracing his lips. "Pretty love?" Each cheek got a peck. "Fulfilling love?" He kissed his nose. "Gentle love?" Jimin lost control of his body and pulling Namjoon's lips onto his own without any space for air. "Which do you require, my love?" A thumb ghosted over his omega's wet lips.Jimin flicked out his tongue, swiping it across Namjoon's thumb pliantly. The alpha's eyes flickered with something close to lust, and Jimin didn't mind. "I want it all, please, my alpha." Jimin's voice changed into something more than hard for Namjoon to hold back on.The alpha growled, taking Jimin's hands and stringing his own fingers through them. "My pretty dove, will you let me make you feel good?" Namjoon pressed a sweet kiss into the corner of Jimin's mouth."Yes, please."The alpha wasted little time in pulling himself off of Jimin. The only thing wrong with post-mating sex was the wardrobe. With Jimin still draped in his multiple heavy layers of gold and black robes and Namjoon still in his own dark, heavy dress wear, it wasn't easy to get either of them out of it.Jimin giggled cutely as the alpha clawed as gently as possible at the omega's attire, Jimin obliging and quickly beginning to strip from the heavy clothing. The beautiful hand sewn layers were discarded, thrown across the room by an eager alpha. He would've cared, if he wasn't so emerged in the alpha's hooded eyes. Jimin's supple skin was revealed to the older, and it was something Namjoon had never seen before—despite the countless brothels he'd been to in all his years. Jimin's creamy, pale melanin skin on full display, sweaty and in its full glory. The alpha licked his lips gingerly. He couldn't take his eyes off of his mate.Jimin shied away, probably unaccustomed to eyes on his bare body. The hue in his cheeks was a dark red and Namjoon found it cute compared to Jimin's display of skin.The alpha looked at Jimin with pleading eyes from his position hovering above Jimin's bare thighs. Practically reading his mind, Jimin nodded, swallowing down any doubts he had with trust.With the allowance, Namjoon turned his head down and grazed his tongue across the flat of Jimin's stomach. The salty sweet taste of Jimin's pheromones and sweat clung to his tongue as the omega keened above him. Jimin moved his hips. Namjoon's hand wrapped around his thigh was the only thing keeping him grounded through the pleasure, but it was soon taken away when Namjoon sunk further down. The omega watched him, eyes ablaze with wonder and confusion as the alpha gripped the backs of Jimin's knees, pulling the limbs up.The omega gasped, pushing his hands onto the sheets and grabbing ahold of them. "What are you—A-Ahhh.." Jimin almost screamed, but the friction was resorted to his fingertips twisting the silk fabric sheets.Namjoon's slick tongue was sliding down Jimin's most sensitive area. All of his nerves moved to his taint, where a soft, pliant tongue was making its way down, down, down."N-Namjoon—What?" He was only about to get out a few words before another wave of shock hit him like a horse drawn carriage.The alpha's tongue was skilled, flicking over the already slick ring of muscle that tightened each time Jimin breathed in. His face drew away and Jimin caught a gust of air filled with his own lewd pheromones. The rose and vanilla even overpowering Namjoon's pine and mint. He was sure the entire court could smell him from all over the palace, but he felt so good.Jimin bit his lip as Namjoon's dark, lust filled eyes came up just barely to meet Jimin's glazed ones. "Making you feel good, Jimin."His name. His mate said his name and Jimin had never been so turned on by his own name in his life.Jimin's head tilted back, eyes rolling as a gush of slick left him graciously. Before he could utter another syllable, Namjoon's tongue was thrusting through the tight muscle, and Jimin's hands found themselves in his brown hair, fisting it as he held back lewd noises in his throat."You can make as much noise as you need, Jimin." Namjoon said, tongue away from him at the moment. Jimin's body was moving, needing, and hot. He almost felt like he was in heat. "No one will hear you but me, love."Jimin let out a low groan, his hips rolling up as his fully hardened member twitched. Jimin's hand left Namjoon's hair and gripped the girth of his throbbing cock. It was cute, one that he had been proud of for a while. The pink head peaked out a good bit from the mouth of his hand when he held it. The girth was well fit inside his small palms. Jimin couldn't even get one pump in before Namjoon was coaxing his hand away and helping Jimin move without the omega realising it.When Jimin came back to a conscious state, he was on his belly, ass slightly in the air and head folded over a soft pillow for a steady position. Jimin peered behind him to watch as Namjoon kneaded the skin of his ass so delicately, like it was a cloud that would be blown away. The omega laughed, but it was droned out by a moan when Namjoon's mouth returned between his cheeks for a moment—teasing, everything was so teasing he could scream. The younger let out a series of laboured breaths that were almost moans, but not quite.Namjoon drew away once more, making Jimin physically mewl at the loss. It was quickly returned when the older ghosted a hand down Jimin's spine, surveying each and every scar that littered Jimin's back as if paying respects to lost loved ones. The alpha's other hand guided Jimin's hips until they were raised just a mere inch more. And there it was, the unexpected: Namjoon slowly worked a finger into the slick, slick entrance while pressing soft kisses to the flush scars on Jimin's back."Oh gods.""Shouldn't use that name right now. Don't want them to watch, do you?" Namjoon chuckled, pressing the digit in until it was at the last knuckle.Jimin's ass was pushing back on his fingers, enjoying the new stretch. He allowed a single hum to roll out of his throat, making Namjoon very happy. The older slowly, gently, began thrusting the finger in and out, until Jimin was rolling his hips at a fast pace just to get more. He whined, throwing his head back and complaining when Namjoon held his hips in place on the bed."M-More." Jimin demanded, drawing a thick smile from Namjoon."Patience. I don't want to hurt you, little dove." He simply said to the younger.Jimin shook his head and attempted to turn around, but the alpha thrusted the finger in too quickly for him to even get a breath out. "'M not—not made of glass." He managed to squeak as his senses regained composure.Namjoon seemed to understand as he slipped out his finger, only to replace his touch with the touch of his lips against one of the omega's cheeks. Jimin giggled in amusement, but frustrated by his mate's teasing nature.Jimin quickly took the chance of Namjoon stripping his own clothes to flip himself back onto his back, enjoying the view of his lover more than the bed sheets. When the alpha returned, dipping the bed with his weight, he was greeted with Jimin's eyes completely full of lust and need—dark and yet innocent with the fires of curiosity. Namjoon licked his lips, caging Jimin once again with his strong arms while the omega traced a finger over the dragon tattoo on his pectoral.Jimin looked at it with loving eyes, "I want it, too." The omega hummed, "I want our children to have it, and their children, and all the children to come after that." Jimin leaned up, pressing a hot kiss to the inked skin before falling back. "I want your mark, alpha."Namjoon's hunger couldn't contain itself. His lips crashed against Jimin's finally, their tongues chastising one another as they fought for dominance. Jimin didn't even realise the small touches to his hole by something he didn't quite know. His own hands were busy running all over Namjoon's chest, until something, akin to nothing Jimin has ever known, began to slip passed the tense ring of muscle. With a small voice, Jimin knew the first few moments would be painful—just like the bite at his mating ceremony, so he tightened his legs, which were wrapped around Namjoon's hips, roping him in.The burn was slow. His stomach would spasm with how slowly Namjoon was making it. Jimin's lips fell open and a high pitched squeak fell out like a mouse. The girth was what surprised Jimin, making his hole ache already and burn from a stretch. He'd never thought something so painful would feel so good."Please, tell me if I'm hurting you." Namjoon whispered softly into Jimin's crown. The alpha's arms were wrapped around his omega, making sure he was safe and cornered by warmth as he continued to push inside.Jimin thought he would never go all the way, so he eagerly wiggled until the alpha bottomed out inside of him. Jimin's body tingled and a loud unrequited moan sloppily fell from his lips just as Namjoon groaned into Jimin's hair.Gods, it felt so good. Namjoon was just moving so slowly. He was afraid of hurting Jimin, and the omega knew it. He couldn't bring himself to do anything as Namjoon made slow, shallow movements. He kept them close, their bodies close and his cock buried deep inside Jimin even while thrusting in and out.Jimin whimpered, wrapping tight arms around Namjoon to keep himself aground as the world flip flopped. He took deep breaths and tried hard not to let the slow scrapes of his prostate make him go crazy.Namjoon went in achingly slow, but at a pace that Jimin could live with. "Namjoon, please. You-You won't hurt me." He managed to groan out with as little air as he had in his lungs. His hips were moving now, slowly speeding up to top the slow pace that Namjoon had set for himself.Jimin threw his head back, digging into the sheets as he moved himself. When he peered up, he could see the dazed look on Namjoon's face as he allowed Jimin to dominate his movements. Proud, the omega continued at a pace he liked, gradually building up a tingle in his gut as he touched the bundle of nerves at his back. Jimin breathed and slid forward, stopping his movements for a moment with Namjoon's cock buried as deep as he could manage. The omega whined with a stuttering breath while listening to his alpha groan above him.The omega gave himself a few seconds to breathe before the alpha took Jimin's hips in his meaty claws and clapped against him feverishly fast. Surprised, Jimin's breath was torn from him, until he was able to breathe out a string of whimpers and moans. Namjoon was fast, relentless as he pounded into Jimin quickly.The omega loved every second of it. His hands running over Namjoon's body as the alpha focused on ramming into Jimin's flush hole. The slick gathering at the base of his alpha's cock and momentarily breaking the burn of his skin. Jimin's voice was loud, louder than he'd have liked, but with how good it felt, Jimin could hardly care.The omega could feel something forming as Namjoon completely and relentlessly thrusted into him. His eyes growing cloudy and head becoming muddled with pleasure, but he managed to make out the feeling of a lump growing at the base of Namjoon's member, threatening to enter him each time, and each time, Jimin grew more and more in need of it. It was twice as big as Namjoon's, and Jimin finally understood the term knot. It was a literal term and he wasn't frightened of it. He wanted it, wanted it so bad.He said nothing though, only breathed his laboured moans into Namjoon's ear, a few coming out as groans of words encouraging the alpha to continue. Words of how good Jimin felt or how much more he wanted. The stamina of the larger was incredible.That was until something painful made Jimin's entire body convulse, the young omega threw his head back, spine arching his chest into Namjoon's chest as he squealed out a loud, loud noise of pleasure. The knot was squeezed inside of him so quickly and so forcefully that he hadn't really even realised what happened until it was over. The sudden rush of tears fell down his cheeks, and he didn't have the mind nor energy to stop them.His eyes only saw white and his body was twitching with a sort of heat he'd never felt before. Jimin could feel it releasing inside of him constantly, like it had no end to the amount of semen produced. His squeal turned into strings of constant moaning breaths and whines as the pain began to cease.He didn't realise it quickly, but Namjoon was cradling him closely, shushing him, and lulling him into a much more quiet moaning hum. Namjoon had turned them onto their sides. The knot was still spouting and inflated deep within him. Jimin's fingers loosened their skin-rippingly tight hold on the muscles on his alpha's back until he was taken down from his high.A trembling whimper tumbled from his lips as the last few spurts of cum infiltrated his system. The knot hadn't gone down yet, but Jimin didn't feel nearly as clouded by pleasure as before.When he completely came to his senses he could hear Namjoon calling his name rather worried."Oh my god, I'm sorry." He whispered into Jimin's ear while wiping the younger's tears, "I'm so sorry. Are you okay, my little dove? Did I hurt you terribly?" Namjoon rocked them back and forth, being careful to not disturb the knot that surprisingly was not going down yet. It was a surprise that made Jimin flinch each time it twitched inside him.The younger quickly shook his head. "N-No—No. I was.. I loved it." Jimin admitted bashfully."Oh."
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Something had changed between Jimin and Namjoon, after the younger woke up cradled in Namjoon's arms tightly, his body aching and eyes tired. It was unexpected and comforting to wake up enveloped only in his alpha's scent. There was something about the night before that made their bond more special. Jimin felt new.He stretched his legs and arms, unable to get himself out from Namjoon's tight hold. A pouty whine left his lips as the older stirred. "N-Namjoonie.." He said softly, trying to wake him.Namjoon groaned, but his eyes opened only slightly to look over at Jimin. The omega smiled widely, his eyes folding into little crescents. Jimin carded fingers through Namjoon's brown hair, watching as the alpha slowly cuddled against his neck. He held Jimin even tighter than before. The younger giggled softly, feeling a little too exposed—despite just having had sex the night before.His laughter bubbled up his throat as the alpha tickled his chest with soft blowing. From his lips and the thin strands of hair brushing against his sensitive skin. Jimin threw his head back, but pushed the older away."Yah! Hyung!" He managed to get out through giggles. "S-Stop—Stop it!"Namjoon pulled away, only to catch Jimin's lips in his own suddenly. Jimin hummed in surprise, but took the kiss willingly. When the alpha pulled away, Jimin's hair was tousled and his cheeks were puffy, lips plump and eyes watering. Gods, the omega looked like a dream.A hum of annoyance slipped from Namjoon's throat and he rolled his eyes. Jimin furrowed is brows, a smile still on his lips. "What's the matter?" He asked his alpha."Nothing's wrong, you've just made me hard again, you minx." He nuzzled himself into Jimin's cheek as they dusted a pink colour.Jimin didn't know if it was something to be proud of. Apart of him felt ashamed to even feel slightly proud of such a scandalise thing. He couldn't help the pride that bubbled inside his chest subconsciously.Jimin smiled softly, and Namjoon smirked. "I suppose you're tired from.." he cleared his throat, "..last night, so I'll deal with this myself, little dove."Jimin watched as the older hopped from his place in bed. He looked away for some reason, and he didn't know why because it was all things he'd seen, things he'd touched and had inside of him. It was embarrassing, and he knew it.While he was in the chambers, Jimin kicked his feet out over the edge of the bed. His back ached for a moment, making his entire body straighten. A hiss crawled out of his lips, but he kept it silent. He waited a few minutes for the dizzying feeling to dissipate. Jimin then stood and stepped forward but immediately crumpled over with gasp tearing out of his throat. His head spun, and Jimin sunk to the ground just as Namjoon stepped out of the chamber room covered in his regular, heavy attire."Little dove—" the alpha inhaled sharply and fled to Jimin's side as he sat, hand over his head on the ground.The omega shook his head, "I-I'm alright, just a little tired, that's all." Jimin assured him. "Fetch me my robe, will you?"Namjoon sucked his lip in swiftly, but reluctantly left Jimin's side to grab the rose-gold robe that was draped over the room divider. Meanwhile, Jimin stood on his own, his head spinning less than before. When Namjoon came back, he turned away, cheeks darker red. The older simply gave him a smile and held the robe out for him. Jimin slipped his arms in and then tied it tightly around his waist before turning back.Namjoon's eyes were all over his frame as the silk stuck to his body, outlining his features—round ass most of all. "Why don't you take it easy for today? Get back some of your energy?" The alpha said, slipping a few fingers through Jimin's tousled hair to smooth it out a bit.Jimin nodded to keep the alpha at ease, and he was led back to the bed as bright sun light flooded the bed. Jimin laid himself back down. Namjoon leaned over and pressed his soft lips to Jimin's forehead so gently it made him giggle.The alpha leaned back, looking at Jimin with eyes that screamed affection. It made Jimin's body melt into the goose-down pillows. A smile that would make gods bow crossed the omega's lips and Namjoon exhaled slowly.He stood, "I must leave, little dove, before you can sexually frustrate me anymore." He chuckled, and Jimin pulled the covers over his face in humiliation. "I'll return shortly to check on you."With that, Namjoon fled the room to attend his regular duties. Jimin couldn't help but feel bitter that the alpha couldn't remain in bed with him forever—that they couldn't be together at all times. The bond, being so ripe, made Jimin feel so horribly anxious when the older was too far. Too far was often times in a different room. It was not ideal.-It was somewhere in the middle of the day, Namjoon had yet to visit, and Jimin was getting more and more anxious as the time passed. Hyerin and Taehyung said their goodbye's before leaving with large smiles on their faces. It was the most embarrassing visit Jimin has had with the two of them. They couldn't stop asking questions about how it was, or how he felt, and most of all if he was the reason for the sweet scent last night. Jimin simply buried his face into his hands to run away from it all. In all honesty, he was smiling into his palms, but he would never admit it.So when Namjoon had yet to visit after he told Jimin he would, the younger became curious. He got out of bed, legs wobbling but otherwise fine, and left his room—he didn't really have time to think about the fact that he was only in a robe, nothing else.He slipped through the quiet vacant hallways, looking into the rooms that he thought might have Namjoon in them. Each one, Jimin had seen him in at some point. After being unsuccessful with the first few meeting rooms, and walking in on another, Jimin crept to the emperor's office.He pressed his ear to the shiny dark wood door. It was uncomfortable, the door being carved up into a mural, but Jimin heard voices inside—one being Namjoon's. Jimin smiled to himself, but kept himself outside."Moving on from these military matters," a voice, Jimin recognised, but he couldn't pin it to a specific person. He'd met many over the day or so since mating. "I have three omegas in counting that you'll like, your majesty."Jimin felt the colour drain from his face."Yes, and my daughter, Minah, is a beautiful omega that should interest you." Another voice, Jimin didn't know was there, said. He knew the voices now—knew them well now.There was silence, and hope dwindled fast in Jimin's chest as he listened. He hoped and prayed that Namjoon would turn them down, say that Jimin was all he needed."Yes, there are a few omega's in court I've also taken into consideration."Jimin inhaled. His heart felt like it was shattering into pieces, cutting him apart from the inside. The pieces weighed heavily on his body. The omega felt like sinking to the ground.He was bored of him. It had only been one night, and he was already bored of him.A rattle reaped through Jimin's bones, and for a moment, his sadness dissipated into anger. It was bitter, so, so bitter that it left a taste in his mouth."Shall I make the arrangements—"Jimin pulled his ear away from the door with a fowl glare on his face. His lips were in a firm pout and his small hands balled into fists. Suddenly, the door opened, and Jimin gasped flipping himself around to see the two men he met at the after-party of his mating ceremony standing above him.The father of the omega girl had eyes that we're going big at seeing Jimin standing there, his rose-gold robe falling off one shoulder and his swollen lips ajar with a look of shock. The other alpha stood, a smirk drifting across his face nonchalantly—as if Jimin wasn't mated to the emperor at all, and that's where Jimin got his devine idea.If Namjoon wouldn't act like they were mated, then Jimin wouldn't either.Something of a sultry smirk pulled onto Jimin's lips as both men looked him up and down. His body moved on its own to play an arousing game of body language as he swayed his weight to his other leg.The beta's mouth opened and closed multiple times, and Jimin had never felt more powerful. The two stood there until Namjoon called out to them from inside the room, breaking their stares from Jimin's display."What do you want? Why are you still standing there? Don't you have matters to attend for next week?" What was next week, Jimin wondered.The alpha of the two men finally tore himself from Jimin's gaze and gave a small bow. The other following with jittery steps. "Your majesty." They said in unison."Jimin?" The emperor suddenly said, halfway under his breath.Jimin watched as the two men split apart and Namjoon came to his side with big eyes. "Hyung, you said you'd visit me?" Jimin pouted, purposefully pulling his lip out and dragging his words in a flirtatious manner. It wasn't the first time Jimin has had to flirt his way into what he wanted. It wouldn't be the last.Namjoon's jaw tightened as his eyes raked over what the omega was wearing and how his collarbones and smooth shoulder were practically luring in whoever looked at the creamy skin. Instantly, the alpha pulled the robe up, and Jimin smiled at him as if it were an accident, and, at first, it was."Why did you leave the room looking like this? Don't you understand what you're capable of?"Oh. Jimin understood perfectly now.Jimin giggled softly, and pushed Namjoon away from him. Mostly because he didn't want to touch the older, Jimin felt disgusted. "But we're mated now, aren't we? So it doesn't matter." He said, hoping the older might take the hint before he did something he didn't want to.Namjoon ticked, his impatience wearing thinner at the go-lucky expression on Jimin's face. He glanced over to the two men, who hadn't even bothered leaving yet. Jimin turned back, awaiting Namjoon's response to his blatant question."That's—That's not how it works, little dove."There it was. The nickname that Jimin usually loved. At that moment, it made him sick."But it's so comfortable. I couldn't possibly wear anything else." Jimin leaned forward, "except for nothing at all." He whispered, just loud enough for all of them to hear.Namjoon immediately went pink, but blocked his face from view as he grabbed Jimin's arm tightly and pulled his mate forward. The alpha turn to the two others, who were entranced by Jimin's new, bold attitude. "Get to work, and stop gawking at my mate." He growled, overly possessive.Jimin was satisfied for a moment, but couldn't wait to see the alpha in his more daring moments to come. He'd decided on that day that if Namjoon got a harem, the omega would get one as well—whether it was simply gawking alphas or blatant rejection.Jimin didn't like being looked at like a piece of meat. He hated it, but he hated being the second choice even more.
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Despite the uncanny fact that Namjoon never shut up about Jimin's poor choice in wardrobe that day, later in the week, the younger decided to attend dinner in one of the more revealing outfits he'd been given. It wasn't quite inappropriate, but it wasn't exactly something that one could ever take their eyes from once they saw it.The robes weren't the normal standard hanbok. To be honest, it wasn't really korean at all. The plain white robe wasn't tight fitting in the least, in fact, it fell against his body like a heavy sheet. and wrapped around his front like a robe. If not for a few metal latches and pins, the outfit would completely fall off of Jimin. A handmaid pinned the front of the robe together with a silver brooch that was made to look like a lovely fire raging against his waist. The pieces of metal intertwining and twirling together tightly to pin the robes tightly around his frame.The young beta girl then placed the second and third brooch on his shoulders to hold it in place there as well. The second handmaid circled him and pinned the final flame shaped brooch at the small of his back. The metal prickled at the base of his spine through the thick fabric material that already split, revealing all of his back in a triangular strip."Are you sure you want to wear this, Jiminie?" Hyerin asked from Jimin's bed with a soft voice.It was obvious from her voice enough that the omega was judging his choice of attire, but as Jimin looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel good.The front of the robes were hanging low on his collarbone, exposing much of the skin on his chest. The pale skin was creamy and had a few old supple bruises from Jimin and Namjoon's first night together. He turned ever so slightly to watch as the loose fabrics sloped down and hung below his shoulder blades, revealing that patch of skin on his back as well.A glance ghosted over the bite mark on his neck. It was still red with irritation of healing. Jimin found himself feeling a little guilty as he looked at it. Maybe he would put a necklace on to at least show he was mated—just been mated, at that.Jimin left the mirror quickly and pulled out a drawer at the dresser. "I don't think it will do any harm, Hyerin. In fact, I think it will paint quite the picture for our visitors from the west." He hummed while pulling on a thin silver chain necklace that was hardly noticeable, save for the sparkle in it's metal loops.Hyerin bit her lip behind him, and shrugged. She was wearing regular attire. The hanbok dress was a beautiful lavender, fit with the finest silks to express her riches. That's what Jimin hated most about court. It was all about who was richer, nothing about true loyalty.He pulled out almost identical earrings and pinned them into his ears subtly. Namjoon had once told him he liked the omega better in dainty jewelry. A small wave of weariness climbed through his gut like a sickness. The omega shook it off, then turned to Hyerin, who straightened up on the bed."You look beautiful, but what will Namjoon think?" Hyerin asked, but Jimin just waved a hand wistfully."He's waltzed around the palace in much worse than this, Rinnie." Jimin giggled softly.There was a gentle knock against the door, and the handmaids immediately fluttered to open it. Hoseok stepped in, but upon seeing Jimin, he inhaled."Jimin," he said, breathlessly, "you look stunning." He said, unable to reprimand the younger for some reason. Jimin hoped he'd be so lucky with Namjoon. The older turned to his mate, Hyerin. "It's time. I believe Namjoon is almost—""It's time to go," a strong, heavy voice said through slightly huffing breaths. Jimin heard his alpha exhale a small gasp. "Jimin." He spat, but it was full of wonder and surprise.Jimin turned to his mate, and the older tensed when his eyes gazed upon the omega's creamy chest. "You look nice, hyung." Jimin smiled, mischeviously.Namjoon crossed the room until he was standing over his mate. The alpha had a dark gaze, and for a moment Jimin's confidence faltered. Jimin looked up to Namjoon with big, innocent eyes, fluttering his lashes as the older looked down. Namjoon looked like he would eat Jimin, so he became small in his alpha's shadow.While he stood there, Jimin looked over the alpha's attire. He was dressed almost completely in red and black. The metal accents of his wardrobe were gold to match his light brown hair. There were designs of flames and dragons fluttered in jewels and crystal dust to make him look like the ruler of the richest kingdom in the world. His hair was slicked back, and he looked so handsome that Jimin physically swallowed down his regrets."Hyerin, Hoseok, go ahead to the hall, we'll be along soon." Namjoon demanded, and Jimin's gut curled with nervousness.Hoseok did as Namjoon said, pulling Hyerin from the room quickly. The handmaids left as well, their heads bowed and hands trembling. Jimin somehow kept his cool and remained calm despite the pulling inside of his stomach. He expected the worst, the first of Namjoon's wrath on him.All that came was the gentle pull on the omega's wrist. The white fabric fell around his arms revealing the entire limb. It was so soft and no where near what Jimin had expected. Jimin watched as his alpha pressed his lips to the soft knuckles on Jimin's hand like the omega was made of the thinnest glass in the world.When Jimin faced the older again, he averted his gaze, too afraid of what he might say.Namjoon led Jimin's chin gently with a finger to look up at him. "Why must you push me to such lengths, little dove?" He asked, his voice and body physically straining.Jimin's weight melted. The alpha wasn't angry, and Jimin was relieved."I have to hold myself back for now, but expect me by the end of dinner." He hummed and slowly moved down to meet his omega.Jimin pulled away with a small, courageous smirk on his lips. "Who said I would let you?" Jimin teased him, but he might've been serious. He didn't know.Namjoon growled playfully and swooped down to catch Jimin's lips, but the younger didn't let him. Jimin slipped out from under him, and Namjoon could only sucked in his air before twirling on his heel. The alpha watched as Jimin swayed to the door and opened it slowly."We're already late, hyung. Let's go now and avoid embarrassment." Jimin sighed softly, making sure he gauged the man's reaction to his teasing.Oh. There was a reaction.Namjoon cleared his throat, "I might need a cold shower before that happens."-Jimin's hand was placed tightly into the nook of Namjoon's elbow, allowing the older to guide him through the almost drowning amount of tables that were placed inside of the dining hall—the grand hall, now. There were more tables than before, probably for the many western visitors, who had yet to arrive in the hall and sit down at a table connected to that of Namjoon and Jimin's table (because most were royalty as well).Jimin could feel the entire court do a double take on him before they bowed as he slipped towards the front by Namjoon's side. He felt estranged again, in robes that didn't quite match the occasion, but were lovely gifts from the foreign visitors.Namjoon led him to the bottom of the steps, looking up to the table that was nearly full. Namjoon quickly led him up the stairs with a guiding hand and they sat together, in the centre of the three tables. Jimin mentally cursed himself for not gauging the reactions of the generals.They sat there, silently for a few minutes until the large doors to the grand hall reopened to reveal a tall, thin man and a woman beside him, only a few centimetres shorter. Jimin stiffened at the air the group of people brought into the room. It was something close to fear or maybe reverence. Jimin couldn't tell, but Namjoon was as calm as could be.The men and women were all born of alpha class and wore thick and colourful robes that stood out almost as much as Jimin in the room full of hanboks and natural colours. They stood tall, their pheromones reaching Jimin with the smell of grass after days of rain. They were strong, all of them.Jimin watched as Namjoon stood up, and for a moment, he thought he should (luckily, he chose against it). The small group of alphas stopped at the bottom of the steps to the platform of tables and bowed to Namjoon out of respect. The alpha nodded in acknowledgement, a keen smile upon his face."I'm so glad you could make it, Emperor Hongli."Emperor? Jimin really knew nothing."It must have been a very tiresome trip all the way to Hanseong." Namjoon sympathised with a small smile and knitted brows.The largest of the alphas also smiled, so Jimin assumed he was the emperor. The man stepped forward, his eyes somewhat transfixed on Jimin for a few moments. "It was, but we are thankful that you've invited us here after such a lovely pact we've made." Hongli hummed softly, while looking around the rooms the many people surrounding them.Namjoon turned to Jimin, offering a gentle hand to the omega. He stood, taking Namjoon's hand gratefully as he did. "This is my mate, Jimin, the most beautiful omega in all of Joseon." Jimin's cheeks dusted pink , but he bowed his head to the man below.The men all shifted and gazed upon Jimin with big eyes. Jimin began to think maybe it wasn't such a good idea to wear the low-cut robes. "It's an honour to meet you, your majesty." Jimin smiled softly.Hongli shifted, watching Jimin with thin, contemplating eyes before he turned to the alpha woman directly to his right. The emperor pulled her forward gently and revealed her. "This is my oldest alpha daughter, Guang." He also announced.Jimin smiled at her, and the alpha couldn't help the glint in her eyes at Jimin's gesture. "I know I will enjoy this kingdom, your majesty." The young princess said with a grin.Namjoon nodded, and allowed Jimin to set himself back down with an uncomfortable hum in his throat as he took his eyes from the princess, but Guang did not remove her eyes from Jimin. The omega could feel her eyes like swords, piercing him.Namjoon gave a small glance to his mate. "Come, sit and eat with us." He said, voice much louder than before.Applause broke out in the hall and Jimin nearly flinched at the suddennes of it all. He turned to Yoongi, who was on the other side of Jimin with a scowl on his face. Jimin couldn't help but nudge his friend, who looked as if he wanted to murder the Qing Emperor and his daughter. The older beta turned to Jimin with a heavy frown, but lighter brows."Hm?" He hummed.Jimin cleared his throat, not wanting to meet the princess's gaze ever again. "Who is that? Why do you look so foul?" Jimin asked.Yoongi scoffed, "Hongli is the bastard that put all the omegas in his kingdom into brothels." He explained, and Jimin's eyes went wide.A knot churned in his gut tightly. "What do you mean?""I mean, when an omega is presented, they are immediately put into a brothel—no regard for the mother or family.." He growled under his breath, "only aristocrats are the exception."Jimin could feel his scent sour and his fists grow tight by his sides. It was something of immediate hate for the older man and his daughter as well. He especially hated that he could do nothing about it but watch like a fool. Dinner was served and continued like any other would, but Jimin couldn't help that he wanted to keep himself entertained by the generals end of the table. He new Namjoon didn't approve because the alpha would pull his attention back to the opposite side of the table. Every time, Jimin would turn towards them and remain as silent as he could. That was until"Your omega is not very well trained, Emperor Kim." The Emperor Hongli croaked with a slightly drunken laugh."Trained?" Jimin immediately said, voice loud and almost a bark.Namjoon's hand slipped down and grabbed the younger's thigh tightly. "Yes, it would seem so, wouldn't it?" Namjoon simply smiled with a small hum of annoyance.Jimin frowned, but sat back. Yoongi nudged him, sliding over a tall chalice of wine for the omega to sip on. Sip on, he did."Do you have any others? Is there a harem in the making?" He asked, and Jimin nearly spat the wine back into the chalice. He refrained from that though.Namjoon glanced to Jimin, who was quickly downing the large glass of wine. "We were only mated a few days ago." The older laughed, heartily."I had an entire armada of whores before I was even mated, young alpha."Gods, Jimin hated that word more than anything in the world. Whores was a word that Jimin would use for no omega.Namjoon hardly let a laugh leave his lips for the comment. "Well, soon enough, then."There it was. Jimin waved a servant over and pushed his cup into the air. He would have none of it. There would be no thoughts of a harem or omega concubines taking his place. He was tired of thinking about such things. The wine was a much better thought. Once the servant was finished pouring Jimin another glass, he immediately took it into his dainty hold with pleasure. The younger licked his lips and lidded his gaze on the dark red liquid inside.
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The rest of the night was more of a blur than Jimin might've wanted, but at least he wasn't thinking about the harem anymore. With Yoongi and Jeongguk switching places at the table in order to entertain a mildly drunk Jimin, the dinner was much more interesting.Luckily, Jimin wasn't a loud drunk or a hyper drunk. It took a lot to get the omega drunk, and when he was, it was simply woozy and a bit out of the right state of mind. Jimin wasn't sure if Namjoon or the special guests had realised, but he hoped not. It would be embarrassing in the least.About an hour of stupid card tricks and foolery went down before Namjoon stood, Jimin following after a second of surprise. He wasn't so drunk he couldn't stay standing up straight, and he could still walk.. well, since Namjoon was there to guide him.It might've been given away more with the rosiness of his cheeks and plumpness of his lips, or maybe it was the droop of his eyes and the sweat on his palms that gave it away, but either way, Jimin felt better than he did while thinking of a goddamned harem.Even the walk back to their room was short and almost nonexistent. Jimin found himself wondering when they'd left.He watched as Namjoon wasted no time in shedding his top layers until his bare chest was all Jimin could see through foggy vision. His body was still as fit as before and the tattoo of the dragon was still planted on him like a stamp.Jimin swallowed, his throat tight and raw from the alcohol. The younger watched Namjoon creep over to him with hooded eyes. It might've been frightening or even a turn on if Jimin was thinking of such things. He was thinking of one thing: the fact that he promised himself to stay away from that side of Namjoon. To remain inactive save for small kisses and touches. It would work if he weren't drunk.Namjoon towered over Jimin, who stepped back when the older got so close their chests were pressed together. Jimin averted his gaze onto the ground as Namjoon craned his neck down to place the softest kiss to Jimin's crown."Do you understand how difficult it was for me not to take you right in that dining room?" Namjoon hummed, his voice almost threatening with sexual desire. It was what Jimin wanted. "Looking so.. sinful." Namjoon pulled his head down to capture Jimin lips, but the younger pulled them away.The older smirked, thinking Jimin was playing a game with him. "What's the matter, little dove?" He asked with fire in his throat.Jimin choked back a few choice words, "Jiminie can't be near you." The younger said without even thinking another thought of his child-like language.Namjoon smirked and moved his hands to impatiently rest on the omega's hips. "And why's that?"The boy's eyes filled with large tears, his bottom lip trembled out into a child-like pout, and his hands shakily fisted into the material of Namjoon's pants. "Because you'll hurt Jiminie." His voice cracked like glass and tears spilt down his cheeks quickly.A look of utter shock stroked through Namjoon. His mouth fell open and shoulders went to slack. An immediate inhale rippled through him and he grabbed the omega before he could run away, bringing him as close as possible. Jimin pressed his face into Namjoon's shoulder and let the pent up tears fall like rain."How could I hurt you, my love?" Namjoon asked."I-I am afraid.." He whimpered out through a sniffle.Namjoon tensed."I am afraid you will seek a harem of better omegas and forget about me.. I-I'll be all alone again." Jimin gasped, but Namjoon immediately hushed him and pulled the omega close."My little dove," he said pitifully, "I will never seek a harem while I have you. You are all I need—all I love."Pretty words."You'll-You'll get bored of me, I know you will." Jimin said through small mumbles and muttering.Namjoon shook his haed and wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin to keep him from feeling alone. "How could I get bored of you?" He chuckled, "I promise you, Jimin, I will never love anyone more than I love you.. That is what I vowed, is it not?" Jimin peered up at him, eyes puffy and red. His lips even more plush than before."But what you—what you told those two men and—and Minah—?" Jimin croaked out.Namjoon hushed him with a chuckle, "my darling, that was all apart of a plan.. I do not want General Hui to target you any longer."It made sense. Truly, it did. In order for the rebel general to leave Jimin alone, it would need to be apparent that the alpha no longer had an interest in him. Now, it looked like Namjoon had given up in those plans because he was inhaling Jimin's scent like it was opium."Jimin, look at me." He said, voice gentle and hand guiding his face even gentler. The omega's watering eyes met Namjoon's—Jimin would be mistaken if he didn't think the alpha was a bit teared up himself. The alpha pressed his thumb against the omega's lips and thumbed at the plump fat while watching Jimin's cheeks blush softly. "You are my moon and stars, my treasure, and if I—if I ever lost you, I would lose everything. I will only ever love you." He choked out with a small, submissive choke. It made Jimin's heart wrench tightly."You—You promise?" Jimin asked, then held out his pinky.Namjoon smiled softly, "I absolutely promise." He said before hooking his pinky around Jimin's as tightly as possible.Jimin pulled his pinky away and smiled. His anxiousness fading as he wrapped himself back around Namjoon. Namjoon chuckled before hoisting the younger into his arms. Jimin gasped."I will show you how much I love you, my dove." Namjoon gave a large smirk as the younger wiped his tears.He laid Jimin across the bed, toying with the silver before yanking it off. The white fabric ripped and Jimin gasped. "I don't want you showing so much skin around other alphas because you're mine." He chuckled, and Jimin had never been so turned on his entire life.A smirk played on the omega's lips and he wrapped himself around the older's neck, forcing him closer. "Then don't humour other omegas like you do me." Jimin whispered into his alpha's ear.The older growled and Jimin giggled as the long night began. It was never easy waking up with a sore body. Jimin's clawed itself upwards. His naked glory out-shining the rising sun outside of their window to the lonely courtyard. The courtyard had no other room's connected to it. And it was fenced in by an even larger brick wall that was hardly simple to climb.The younger turned and saw Namjoon laying, still asleep and painfully hard like most mornings. Jimin licked his lips and dipped his head under the covers with a mischievous grin.The next thing Jimin heard was a low, drawn out groan from the alpha as he circled a weary tongue around the tip quickly. Namjoon pulled his body up and flung the silk comforters from on top of them with a jolt. Jimin giggled and watched the elder huff and puff from surprise.Jimin straightened himself out, sitting politely on his knees. He made sure to look as delicate and innocent as possible. "Good morning, hyung."Namjoon ran a hand through his tousled hair and sighed. "You minx." He laughed.Jimin smiled at him before wrapped an absent hand around the shaft. Namjoon watched, silent but eyes drooping from exhaustion. "You want to help?" Namjoon asked, and Jimin furrowed his brows tightly. Namjoon pat the younger's thigh, telling him to lay down on his stomach with a smirk.Jimin did as he was told, laying on his stomach, but as soon as Namjoon crawled on top of him, he bounced back up. His back hitting against Namjoon's chest, his head against the older's chin."I-Isn't it too early—?" Before Jimin could say another word, Namjoon pressed the younger's head into one of the goose down pillows. The boy's sounds were only muffled protests and throaty giggles.Namjoon smiled at the omega's giggles. "I won't do anything too bold, lovely." He hummed before pushed Jimin's thick thighs together. Jimin's vocal chords thrummed in realisation and he pushed his peachy bum into the air for his alpha.Namjoon pat his pink bottom before pushing his cock through the tight muscles of Jimin's thighs. The omega rubbed his thighs together, and Namjoon knew he never stood a chance against such a mischievous boy. He only got a few, radical thrusts in before his movements were halted, jittering in between Jimin's thighs. His cum leaving the sheets a mess again—not that they weren't already in disarray from the night before.The alpha bent over and kissed the bite mark on Jimin's neck ever so sweetly. Jimin cooed and flipped himself around. "Did I help you enough?" He smirked, and Namjoon immediately locked his lips with Jimin's in answer to his question.When Jimin pulled away, he gave the alpha a peck on the cheek. "I'm in desperate need of a bath.""It's good I've had the hot springs readied for us this morning then." The older smiled, and Jimin leapt from the bed.He felt like a completely new person, not having to worry about Namjoon leaving him alone any longer. His entire world was back to being balanced as he was the centre of Namjoon's again as well. It seemed all was right.Namjoon even joined Jimin in the warmth of a steaming hot bath, kicking and splashing like children until they ended up with Jimin in Namjoon's lap, kissing him happily.It was content, for now. Jimin's breath riveted as he came down from his high. The bath water was hot and getting hotter as they sat in it, with his backside pressed against Namjoon's front and a knot buried deep within him, of course it would be hotter than before. The alpha skimmed his fingers up and down the wet, supple skin on Jimin's neck and shoulders. His skin was powdered with light bruises and marks from Namjoon's lips constantly on his body. The older gave a small peck to Jimin's bite, and it made the omega keen happily. His head keeled back onto Namjoon's shoulder.It was rather silent, save for Jimin's small sounds of discomfort as he waited for the swelling to go down so he could move himself. Being near Namjoon was the only thing keeping him from being completely uncomfortable. The knot was stopping him from squirming too much.A small whine slipped from his lips, but Namjoon pressed soothing lips to his jaw to help him relax. "H-Hongli." Jimin was finally able to croak out through his somewhat stalled breaths."Oh, Jimin," Namjoon sighed with a chuckle, "don't say such names when we are so close like this."Jimin shook his head with a small releasing breath. "No, hyung, you know what kind of—kind of man he is, so why do you invite him here?" Jimin asked with a hum when his breaths finally evened out.Namjoon exhaled as if expecting the question. "It's just business, little dove. Our small kingdom can do nothing to help those omegas." He explained, and Jimin understood that at least."Why work with them, then?" He asked.When the knot was finally deflated, Namjoon tapped the younger's hip and Jimin slipped off neatly, turning to meet eyes with the alpha."You're the one who suggested it, little dove." Namjoon smirked, pulled the younger closer.Jimin gaped at him with big eyes. "What do you mean?""I mean, Emperor Hongli and the Qing Kingdom are our allies to the west—you suggested trade with them not long ago, did you not?" Namjoon chuckled as he watched Jimin's face pale."But—But I didn't know—""There was no way you could've known, little dove, and it doesn't matter. This is about business and politics." The alpha placed his hands onto Jimin's shoulders, rolling a finger around to soothe him.The younger swallowed and followed the stairs out of the bathwater pool.Jimin immediately stood in the large hot spring, all of the water on his body immediately dripping off of him like a waterfall. He stared off into the distance of the marble stone bathroom. Steam was radiating through the air as he grabbed a wool towel, wrapping himself in it tightly."The—The omegas..""Jimin, it isn't your fault," Namjoon sighed and grabbed the younger's towel to aid him in drying off as his own body dripped as well. He wrapped the towel around Jimin's head shagging it until the omega whined under his hands from the tossing and turning of the towel on his head.Jimin stayed silent for a moment and then grabbed the robe that was hung up next to the towels—it was his rose golden robe that he loved so much. He tied it around himself and turned to Namjoon, who was wrapping his own towel around his waist. His hair was already dried and combed back swiftly. The younger bit his lip. "We shouldn't be doing business with—""We have to, my dove. The Qing Kingdom is much larger, much more powerful then Joseon." He explained, and Jimin's jaw tightened.Jimin exhaled, "it's inevitable, then?"Namjoon only nodded, obviously torn by his own decision. "Yes, little dove."
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Jimin fiddled with the rose gold tassel on his robe as he flipped a page in his book. It was one of many in the tall stack of books Seokjin brought for him to read. They were much more interesting, not the same boring romantics that he'd brought last time. Jimin was reading a fantasy that made him itch in his skin for what would happen next.Namjoon had left long ago, attending to his regular duties after spending a bit too long with Jimin in the morning. Hoseok had to physically pry him from the room after he'd been forced to put the older in his clothes. Namjoon had even tried to say he was sick while cuddling into Jimin's stomach, his throat grinding out fake coughs and sniffles.The thought brought a smile to Jimin's lips. It faded when the patterned knock of his substitute guard—Haeil being on rut-leave for the week—lapped against the door. "Are you decent, your majesty? There's someone here to see you." He said, and Jimin scrambled out of bed, placing the book down in haste.He wouldn't be able to change quickly, so Jimin swallowed and tightened the loose tie on his robes, making sure he was completely covered (even though his legs were almost all uncovered save for his manhood and a few inches below). "Yes—Yes, please, let them in." He babbled out, tripping over his own words.The door slid open and Jimin watched as an alpha, smelling like grass after rain, stepped inside. The omega inhaled, taking a few steps back as he saw brightly coloured robes enter the room.It was her, Emperor Hongli's daughter, Princess Guang."Oh." Jimin couldn't help but squeak, his arms going down to subconsciously hold the hem of his robe down. "I was not expecting your company, Princess Guang."The woman hummed, stepping further into the room. She turned to the guard, and he backed out of the room with a tight gaze. She smiled back to Jimin and the smaller shrunk back a little. "I thought maybe you'd be wanting some company while my father and Namjoon are—""Emperor." Jimin blurted, unable to restrain himself.The alpha paused, eyes going thin and lips pressing together. Her smile then reappeared. "Yes, pardon me. Were you as bored as I was?" She asked, but Jimin shook his head.The omega turned slightly to the bed where he placed his books. "I—uhm—I.. No, I have lots of good books to read." He gave a small, small smile."A former omega slave that can read?" The alpha laughed as if it was absurd.Jimin's eyes faltered on the younger woman, hooding over and brows furrowed slightly. "I wanted to learn when I got here.." Jimin defended himself, fists crunching by his sides.The woman must've seen Jimin's annoyance because she made a surprised face, coming just a few steps closer with hands behind her back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. It was simply a surprise." She chuckled, "you see, in my kingdom, the omegas are kept together so they're able to do what they do best. My father believes they don't need an education." She explained, and Jimin's expression soured."I see," he simply hummed, remembering what Namjoon told him.The alpha came closer, and Jimin stumbled over his own feet to step backwards. "I don't think I—""You've got bruises all over your neck, omega." She smirked, and Jimin quickly brought his hands up to his neck to cover the marks that Namjoon left hours ago. "Did he use you last night?" Jimin inhaled shakily. "Or maybe it was this morning?"The omega pulled his robes over his neck and chest. "You shouldn't say such things." Jimin frowned, uncomfortable by this overbearing alpha. "It's not right—"Guang pushed a hand towards Jimin's hands that were blocking his chest and neck. Jimin immediately smacked her hand away with a hiss. The alpha frowned, and jutted a hand forward to grab Jimin's wrist, yanking it away. A yelp crawled out of his lips, and Guang tightened her grip on the bone.Jimin snatched himself back and gave the larger a growl as he sunk away. "Leave." Jimin insisted, face and stench going sour in the room"Who are you to say no to me?" The larger growled out, legs moving towards Jimin, who was slowly becoming larger, trying to spook the younger princess."The Empress of the Joseon Empire." Jimin stood straight, eyes going thin with agitation.It was absurd. An alpha from a different nation coming into his quarters and threatening him. Jimin was mated, and to the Emperor nonetheless. He had every right to deny this spoiled little alpha princess.The alpha's frown turned into a sneer. "My father owns you and your Emperor, you foolish omega." She snapped in embarrassment. Jimin watched as Guang snatched his wrist once more, this time, not giving Jimin enough time or strength to pull away. She turned, dragging the omega towards the door with heavy stomps, dark hair falling out of place from it's bun on top of her head. "My father will hear of this." Guang muttered, and Jimin gasped when she threw the door open and pulled Jimin out behind her like the omega was luggage.The guard at the door inhaled, looking a bit confused and lost. "Unhand the—" he stepped forward, but stopped when the princess held up a hand."Do not touch me, you squabbling beta. I have business with this omega and my father." Jimin tried to screw his wrist out of the princess's grip, but Guang was holding on so tightly he couldn't.Reluctantly, the beta shut his mouth, and Guang continued stomping through the halls. The beta guard was following behind them in a quick pace. His expression was pale and confused of what to do. To help royalty, he'd have to hurt royal guests. When they rounded the corner a smirk set on her lips and she came upon a door.Jimin pushed and scratched at Guang's hand gripping his wrist, still attempting to get away. "Just let me alone." Jimin hissed, voice softer than before. He didn't want to cause a scene or distract Namjoon from his duties.The alpha girl stood in front of the door, eyeing the two men with thinly layered annoyance. "Let me in to my father." She demanded, trying to show her dominance on the two alphas.The two looked to each other with leveled gazed, then to Jimin. The omega slowly nodded his head, and the men turned to open the doors. One stepped in, ready to give the explanation to why their meeting was interrupted, but Guang simply barreled through with tight brows.Jimin whimpered at the pull on his wrists before looking up to see the entire group of generals hiss at the sight of Jimin, clad only in a short robe and wrist being held down. Jeongguk and Hoseok stood with estranged looks on their faces.Emperor Hongli also stood up, his patience wearing thin with the wrinkles in his face. "Guang, what the hell are you doing?" The oldest man growled out to his daughter, who shrunk back only a little.Her arm slung forward, Jimin stumbling over himself as his wrist was pulled up into the air. The omega's other hand immediately went down to ensure his robes covered him. "This omega is testing my power, father." She barked.Jimin successfully ripped his wrist from the woman's grasp. Almost instantly, Jimin fumbled away from the alpha to protect himself. Hoseok was the closest, placing his own grey silken cardigan on Jimin's shoulders. It was longer than his robe, reaching the omega's ankles and clothing him fully—save for his curves. Hoseok then pulled Jimin behind him protectively.The alpha growled and pointed an adamant finger to Jimin, "he insulted me." The woman said, fabricating practically everything.Jimin stepped forward, brows furrowed tightly together. "That's not–That's not true. I—she came to my room and harassed me." Jimin countered with a much louder protest.Namjoon stood from the other end of the table, eyes dark and gaze lidded. Emperor Hongli gestured for the younger alpha to sit as he, himself, stepped towards his daughter achingly slow. The slightly smaller alpha's confidence faltered, but she held her ground.Once the older man was standing almost on top of the princess, he whispered ever so softly. "Is this true, daughter?"The alpha opened her mouth, but snapped it shut as she nodded her head. "Yes, father, but he's an omega, they are meant to submit—" a gasp riddled from Guang's lips when Hongli slammed a knee into her gut, cutting her off. The alpha keeled over and everyone watched, astonished."This omega happens to be already mated.. and to the Emperor none the less." He growled to his daughter on the floor. Before Guang could get up, her father placed a heel into her shoulder, keeping her knees steady on the ground. "Do not get up." He barked. "You must learn to respect those who are above you even if they are an omega." Hongli pressed the heel of his shoe further into Guang's shoulder, pinning her in pain. "Apologise to the Empress, you disgraceful daughter." He took his foot away before returning to his seat next to Namjoon, who watched with dark eyes still.Jimin felt a bit bad for the alpha. She'd been embarrassed in front of all of her and Joseon's best generals and officers.The alpha princess bowed her head deeply, shaking in anger—or maybe fear. "I'm sorry, your majesty." She said, voice almost a whisper."You—You are forgiven.." Jimin murmured, not wanting to drawl out her embarrassment any further.Emperor Hongli flicked his wrist to Guang dismissively, "go back to your quarters and stay there until dinner. Please do not harass any more omegas, this is not Beijing." He groaned as if having to say it one too many times during their visit to Hanseong.Princess Guang nodded, silently before whisking herself away. Jimin watched for a moment, then turned to Namjoon who spoke to him. "Are you alright, little dove?" He asked, and Jimin's cheeks speckled with red as he nodded."Yes." The omega stepped away, bowing to the room of betas and alphas. "I apologise for the disturbance."Namjoon lazily turned a head to his generals, "Jeongguk, please escort Jimin to Taehyung's room for me." His lips barely curled up."Of course, your highness." The alpha said stiffly, before bowing and pulling a hand onto Jimin's shoulder.Jimin turned ever-so-slightly as the meeting continued. He was curious. "Back onto the rebellion with Hui, when will he strike?" He heard the foreign Emperor ask before the doors were shut firmly behind them.Jeongguk played little games while trying to distract him, but it only made him think more as he watched Jeongguk's embarrassing displays.Since Namjoon had come back, it was so quiet. He'd even forgotten about the rebellion, but they knew of his next attack. A twist stirred in his gut, and nothing Jeongguk did could stop it.
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Jimin stayed in Taehyung's room for the duration of the day as the beta slept—too worn out from previous interactions to keep Jimin company. The omega didn't mind, he sat after changing into a hanbok of Taehyung's and silently read a book that Taehyung had sleepily pointed out to him before dragging himself back to bed.Jimin did not bother the tired beta until 'knock, knock'. His head perked up and Taehyung let out a snorish groan. Jimin chuckled. "Tae-Tae—"He shushed Jimin, "maybe they'll leave if we ignore it." He whispered, but there was another knock at the door and from the other side a familiar voice."Lord Kim," the Emperor Hongli was at their door.Taehyung's body sprung from the mattress like a jack in the box and he wrapped his thick robe around him tightly. The beta was cursing under his breath over and over until he gathered his wits and opened the door calmly. "Your grace, I was not expecting a visit from you." He said with a bow.The emperor gave a smile, wrinkled smile and looked passed Taehyung to the omega on the floor. "May I speak with the omega consort?" He asked, and Jimin paled behind Taehyung.The beta stammered, glancing behind himself before returning the larger alpha's smile. "Of course, your grace." He said, standing back to allow the man entrance to the room, but Hongli stood his ground."Your grace, why don't we take a walk through one of the courtyards?"Taehyung's jaw slapped shut and his head turned on his shoulders to peer over at Jimin, who was choking on his own words.He wanted to say 'why' and refuse, but he knew that would be unwise of him. So the omega stood, and nodded barely. Emperor Hongli pulled out an arm for Jimin to hold as the two leisurely strolled to the quiet centre courtyard. It was an awkward walk of complete silence. Jimin only listened to the alpha as he breathed out soft hum sand inhaled the humid spring air. He noted that his heat would be soon, and a few nights ago, Namjoon had told him his own rut was coming as well. The idea of spending a heat or rut with the alpha made his stomach spark with excitement, but also fear."I can certainly see why Emperor Kim refuses a harem with you by his side." He said something, breaking the awkward silence. "I reckon he'd never get bored of you, young pup." He chuckled, and it made Jimin's stomach tighten."I.." Jimin paused, biting his lower lip, "I love him, your grace."The emperor hummed, voice more garbled than before. "I understand. I wanted to apologise again for my daughter. She's grown up in a place were omegas are at her dispense—foolish alpha." He almost growled. "Maybe she will learn from your mate. Emperor Kim has a good head on his shoulders."Jimin smiled, nodding at the compliment towards his alpha. "Indeed.""You should be honoured to have such a man pull you from the slums of slavery." He said, and something twisted in Jimin's chest that was close to annoyance. "Why have you not bared him any pups yet? Have you laid with him yet?"Jimin's cheeks heated up, but it was from embarrassment and discomfort more than anything. He wanted to speak up, truly he did, but he couldn't. His tongue was tied."My apologies," Jimin looked up at him as his brows creased, "were you too soiled as a whore that you cannot bare any children?""Whore?" Jimin inhaled sharply, pulling himself away from the emperor with a screwed expression. The emperor looked baffled by Jimin's sudden outburst. "I was never touched by an alpha, not even Namjoon-hyung, until the night of my mating ceremony." He hissed in distaste. He could tell his scent was becoming slightly foul as well.Hongli placed his hands behind his back as he watched Jimin's expression darken. "I apologise, I just assumed—""Omegas are not your personal toys, we are not your property, and we are most certainly not weak compared to alphas like you and your daughter." Jimin couldn't hold himself back. First he was assaulted in his own chambers by this man's offspring, and now he was being called a whore by him. He could do nothing to hold himself back from such a disgraceful group of people.The emperor simply laughed as if Jimin had not just insulted him and his daughter. "Name one omega that is stronger than me, pup.""I could name a thousand omegas that are stronger than you, alpha." Jimin hissed with an aggressive glint in his chocolate brown eyes.The alpha's gaze steadied on him for a moment of silence until he was ready to speak, "you really are so intriguing, young pup—""I'm not a pup." Jimin said briskly while turning himself away from the alpha. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to do something better with my time." He snapped, and walking away quickly for he could feel the alpha's eyes piercing the back of him as he slipped out of the garden.When Jimin reentered the palace, there was much tousling through the halls. He stood back with bewilderment on his face as guards rushed passed him with pale faces. The door slid open then shut behind him. Jimin turned to see Hongli stepping side with furrowed brows.He frowned and placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder while gesturing to one of the many soldiers walking passed. "You. Soldier." He called, and one man turned his gaze to look at the empress and foreign emperor.He bowed, expression turning upside down. "Your grace," he acknowledged them both with a steep bow."What's going on, boy?" Hongli asked, and the soldier swallowed.He opened his mouth serval times with wide eyes. "There—There was a breach of the walls—only a lone assassin—but he.. uhm.." The soldiers eyes flickered on and off of the empress multiple times as he stammered."Spit it out, who was attacked?" Hongli hissed, and the man nodded."Emperor Kim was—he was caught in a fight with him and got a bit injured." He finally trembled out with—not horror, but rage.Jimin felt his entire body grow dizzy and frail, but he kept himself upright. Hongli's hand on his shoulder kept him stabilised and down on earth still. He couldn't help the speeding of his heart rate or the wave of heat that washed over his face as the colour was drawn out of it.Jimin's mind played dirty tricks on him. Memories of Namjoon's handsome face began flashing behind his eyes every time he blinked. The curve of his lips as he smirked and the way his dimples dug into his full cheeks when he smiled at Jeongguk and Seokjin's playful jokes. His dark brown eyes and light hair that framed his face so perfectly. His silky, deep voice that would call him those sweet pet names and hum to him as he slept, but also when Jimin pleasured him. His gentle touches ghosted his memory as he sat in shock.Jimin lurched from his daydream and tightened his brows. "Is he okay?" Jimin rasped in concern.The soldier nodded, "the generals say he will live undoubtably, but.."Jimin frowned and quickly whisked passed the soldier and away from Hongli, who called out to him. The young omega ignored him and pushed on to where he knew Namjoon would be. The alpha holed himself up in his office, reeking of anger and blood as he refused to let the maester help him.The empress found himself at the hall that was crowded with a handful of soldiers—including Daehee. Jeongguk and Hoseok were at the door to Namjoon's office with worried expressions and blood on their hands."Namjoon-hyung, please, let the maester in to heal you at least." Jeongguk cried out, fists balled tightly at his sides.Jimin pushed himself passed a few angered soldiers and pressed himself to the door. Jeongguk and Hoseok inhaled sharply at seeing him. "Jimin—"He ignored them and pushed his teeth together. "Open the door, you stubborn dragon!" Jimin shouted with an angry scent. "I've had quite enough of you alphas foolishness!"Jeongguk snorted, but immediately stopped and kept a straight face as the doors to Namjoon's office flung open. Jimin stayed aground firmly as he watched the growling alpha glare down at him.It only lasted for a moment until Jimin saw the bloody hand that Namjoon was using to grip at his gut. Stuttered breaths leaving the emperor's lips as he watched Jimin with thin, angry eyes. The omega's expression softened to a gentle gaze as he slowly moved a shaky hand forward, running it across the alpha's knuckles that were slick with blood, but it was not his own. The alpha's scent calmed at Jimin's touch, but his body tensed."Hyung," Jimin whispered.Namjoon just ground his teeth, "you're in danger, Jimin."The omega shook his head briskly, "I'm right here, I will not be harmed." Jimin gripped the alpha's hand as he covered his shallow wound tightly. The omega looked back to the maester, who was waiting impatiently waiting with his many supplies. He gestured him forward, and the older man came at his beck.Namjoon growled at the maester, who stammered back a few steps at the threatening aura of the alpha. Jimin pushed himself in front of his mate before he could do anything brash. Jimin furrowed his brows. "Jeongguk, imprison the assassin responsible, so Namjoon-hyung can receive proper treatment." He demanded, slowly pulling Namjoon into the room behind him and motioning for the maester to follow while Jeongguk and Hoseok were busy scurrying away.The omega cooed into his ear to keep him calm, but his words were rather annoyed as the alpha stumbled and fumbled until he reached the only clean surface of the room—the floor. The maester hurried inside, shutting the doors roughly and pulling his medical basket onto the floor beside Namjoon as he huffed and puffed—it was not from his wound though. His blood was vibrant red and had the most metal scent Jimin had ever smelled. It was almost unbearable, but Jimin did what he could to release the most calming and reassuring pheromones he could."You'll be okay, hyung." Jimin said, allowing the maester room the work as he gripped Namjoon's hand dreadfully tight. "My dragon cannot be killed."-It's turned out many times before, Namjoon was patched up like a torn doll thanks to the maester. It was a lucky cut, none of his organs were cut and the internal bleeding was minimal, if any. The alpha was also given anti-rut medication so that he would not tear his wound in the feverish mating rounds.Therefore... Jimin would have to do all of the work when they did feel like a relaxing sensation of love making. So he skilfully, slowly moved his hips on top of Namjoon's. His heat filled and making the most obscene noises fall from his lips like drool. The omega kept a firm hand on his alpha's chest to make sure the older didn't hurt himself as he rolled his hips forward.Jimin bit his lip at the feeling of Namjoon's growing knot along his walls. "Why—Why am I not pregnant yet, h—ahh—hyung?" Jimin said with a trembling hum, head rolling on his shoulders.The older looked at him through more clear eyes, his fingers tightening around Jimin's hips until he stopped. "Jimin—""I-I want—want to bare a child for you." He whined, trying to move despite Namjoon's hold on him.The alpha gave him a small frown, "don't think about it so much, little dove." He slowly brought himself up—chest to chest with his omega. "You have so much time to bare as many children as you want for us." He smiled and grabbed Jimin's lips before he could speak again.Namjoon slowly began moving his hips, and Jimin rolled his own out of pleasure and need. The omega held onto him like his life depended on it, mouth latching onto his as well and masking his sweet moans.Namjoon pulled away, slowly falling back into his pillows. "We do not make love to make children, little dove. We make love because we are in love." He chuckled, and halted his own hips for Jimin to take over.The younger laughed breathlessly as his body rattled with pleasure. A few laboured breaths and then a string of moans that grew higher in pitch with each of his fast movements left him as he came. A thrill of pleasure and heat unraveled in his tummy, making him feel like he'd never been more alive. The alpha below him bellowed out a groan, trying hard to move his hips, but Jimin kept him steadied and unable.When Jimin's thighs brought him back down the knot was fully formed and a response of uneasiness rocked through him. He slowly pushed himself onto the knot—Namjoon's claws guiding him down much faster than he would've liked. The stretch made him cry out and his eyes gloss over.For how many times he'd had it in him, it was still so painful each time, but he kept going until his heat swallowed it whole and his stomach was tingling with a sense of pain and pleasure both.Jimin writhed and wiggled on top of him. Unable to thrust anymore or take it out, he whined as the older below him groaned loudly unable to contain himself as the familiar feeling of liquid was gathering inside of him, and Jimin felt the oddest need to bottle it up inside of him or plug it up so it didn't fall out and be wasted on the sheets. Immediately, the omega keeled over and rested his forehead on Namjoon's chest until he came down from his high. Jimin's finger traced circles across Namjoon's bare chest as the older laid awake simply looking at Jimin as if he were the only thing in the world. It was bliss."Hui's armies are gathering. Very soon, it will not be safe for you here." Namjoon said, suddenly breaking Jimin's blissful heaven into pieces. "I'm taking Haeil. Two guards will be placed with you in his absence."The omega's jaw fell open slightly and he climbed up from his rest on Namjoon's chest. "I won't leave you—""No, I know you won't." He smiled, and Jimin slowly fell back down with a questioning expression. "Therefore, I'm going take my troops to destroy his before he can lay siege to this palace."Jimin sucked in a breath and pressed his head underneath Namjoon's chin snuggly. "Please be careful.""I will, my love." Namjoon chuckled, rubbing a firm hand across Jimin's back.
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It happened like all surprises usually did, in the night with contempt and fear. Namjoon was gone, off fighting an army that probably didn't exist. The General deceiving—luring—the Emperor outside his palace, only to take it over for himself. A cowardly move. Therefore, when the southern rebel struck the Hanseong palace, it was at night when only the cowards dwell.Jimin was torn from his sheets that night, not by rebel rapers, but by Hyerin jarring him awake and pulling him into a corner of the room with a hand against the plush of his mouth. The noises outside were growing closer especially with the courtyard doors wide open."The back of the room—" Hyerin suddenly said with a jittered tongue. "The doors at the back of the room that lead outside, go." She demanded with a hushed tone.Jimin furrowed his brows and tried to shake his head, but Hyerin kept him still. Behind them, there was shouting from the guards that stood outside of his room, then from men Jimin did not recognise. He heard metal clanking from the guard's armour and heavy steps forward."Hurry, your majesty, they're coming for you." The guard, Jimin knew as Jinyoung, said with a stern voice as he shut the doors.Hyerin peeled her hand from his mouth and gave him a smile, "Jeongguk and Taehyung await you in the hidden cellar, please."The cellar was huge, underground and no one knew about it but Namjoon and his trusted people. The emperor had it dug and made marvellous fit occasions exactly like this. It sat under the garden that was hardly easy to access, but led to multiple secret exits.She was about to leave his side when the younger grabbed her arm and pulled her back with glossy eyes. "Where will you go?" He asked, and Hyerin only smiled at him."My Jiminie, you should not worry yourself over me." She hummed.Jimin shook his head, "I will not leave without knowing you're safe, Rinnie." He barked back."Jimin—"Their heads both turned at the sound of loud cries of combat and metal sliding against metal, pitched and in their ears like a scream. His expression paled and fingers grew tighter around Hyerin's forearm. She turned back to him almost immediately after hearing one guard fall silent with a groan."It's too late, we must both go now." She said before roughly pulling Jimin from his squat in the corner and dragging him through the room with light footsteps.Jimin clamped his mouth shut as she flung the screen doors to the courtyard open, pushing Jimin out with a fierce hand. The omega turned back to his friend with big eyes when she did not follow him.Hyerin gave him a smile, a big one. "Go, Jiminie." She whispered and shut the doors to his room with a slam.Jimin gasped lurching forward, but the sliding doors had been locked and barricaded by a body from the inside. A tremble of fear for his friend reeked through his body, and he couldn't help but listen to the horrors inside of the room. First the slamming of doors inside and then a scream, not from a man. That's when Jimin couldn't take it anymore. He punched his bare fists into the wooden doors, creating as much noise as he could manage on the steel and wood.Jimin gasped as the door flung open with a boom. He brought his hands up to his mouth to stop the whimper that was creasing at his lips. Hyerin was being held under a large, unfamiliar man's hold. There was a knife to her throat and tears in her eyes.These men were huge, almost the size of Haeil, and lots of muscle too. Sure, Jimin had some muscle, but when it came to a giant, he stood no chance. To these men, his fists were measly fly bites."Ah, who is this lovely omega?" The large man said while two more fled to his side.Jimin stumbled over his own feet to step away from them as they dropped down to the ground of the courtyard where he was. A bark climbed up his throat slowly, and he didn't have the brains to keep it to himself. "Let her go!" He demanded without really thinking.Two of the big alpha men stepped forward with gross cackling. "Cute lil pup, ain't 'e?"Jimin continued stepping away as Hyerin tried to squirm her way out of the larger's hold. "He's—He's my handmaid, Hayan!" She squealed, giving him fake name, and Jimin swallowed—he now understood."Nice robes for a handmaid?" He hummed in disbelief. "Is this a noble lad? Maybe 'e's apart of the dragon's harem?" A sly smirk grew apparent on his lips.Jimin just shook his head, "n-no!" He stepped away before the man could swipe at him, his bare feet picking up the tiny twigs and dirt on the garden floor. "I'm mated, you see!" He babbled, turning and showing his mark.The man laughed, "a mated handmaid? Absurd—""No, leave him alone!" Hyerin cried out. "You have me, so let him go, please!"The men turned back to the omega girl and scoffed. "Begging suits you, empress."Jimin swallowed, falling further away from the men.The one holding Hyerin off the ground mumbled something, but quickly gestured the men with a swift head bob. They chortled and turned back to Jimin, who inhaled as Hyerin cried out again for them to stop, but it was no use. Before Jimin could even turn to run the men lunged forward, grabbing his linen blouse in their fists and pulling him back. Jimin squealed and beat his fists against their arms until a sharp knife was held to his throat like Hyerin."What–What will you do with him?" Hyerin gasped through laboured breaths.The man holding her smiled, "I'll let General Hui decide that." He snorted.The others chuckled and simply moved the knife until it was at Jimin's back, pushing him forward. His hands trembled to his sides, but suddenly there was a hand in his. Jimin inhaled sharply, looking beside him to see Hyerin smiling at him brightly. The older girl gave him a small nod as they were led with knives at their backs to the grand hall.Jimin's body had never felt so limp before as he saw a literal pile of about five or six bodies in soldiers clothing stacked outside of the hall like a warning. He brought a palm to his face covering his lips before he could make a noise. Tears clouded his eyes and his knees nearly gave out beneath him. Hyerin was the only thing keeping him standing as he moved her grip from his hand to around his waist. The men behind them having nothing to say but soft scoffs and annoyed remarks.The doors opened with a loud creak, but before he could see anything, Jimin was whisked away from the entrance—from beside Hyerin."Hayan—" Hyerin gasped out the fake name, nearly stepping away, but the knife on her back stopped her steps. "Don't—Don't hurt him." She demanded, harshly."Shut up and walk forward, empress." The alpha growled, and Hyerin gave Jimin one last glance before continuing inside.Jimin struggled as he was draped across one alpha's shoulder like hunted game. "Stay still." The man holding him warned with a pat on the ass.He was brought into the grand hall on the man's shoulders, and almost immediately, the entire room of frightened court members inhaled. The tables in the room were pushed against the walls as if it were ransacked. Food, candles, and belongings were scattering the floor as well as broken glass and blood. Jimin swallowed, a strangled noise slipped out of his lips as he was placed down onto the tile floor with a group of familiar servants. The alpha pushed him backwards, the other servants catching him before he could fall.Jimin kept silent, but turned and gave the servants a hopeful glance. They all looked at one another before settling quietly. He prayed that they would remain silent of his identity.He fisted his hands into the material of his pants, silently whispering prayers to the only god he knew of—death."General Hui, we bring you the dragon's whore." The largest alpha proclaimed with a smirk as he pushed Hyerin forward.Jimin bit his lip in fear as the large man turned around. The general was skinnier than he imagined and had a lot more hair, too. It was placed in a tight bun atop his head. His robes were a dark blue colour to contrast the tan melanin of his skin. He had one scar that spanned his entire face in a diagonal swipe. He was scary.Hyerin squirmed as the general looked down at her through suspecting eyes. He furrowed his brows then locked them with the alpha that presented her. "You idiot." He growled, "the dragon's empress is a boy." The general barked, and the alpha became smaller.He turned to Hyerin who stood tall and shook her arm. "Who are you, then? Where is the empress?" He shouted down at her, but she did not answer. With no answer, the alpha turned and spotted Jimin, locking eyes with him.The omega swallowed, face paling as the alpha stomped over to him. Jimin stumbled backwards again, the servants behind him keeping him grounded until the alpha was standing above him."You bitch—" the man growled lowly, grabbing Jimin's upper arm tightly.Jimin whimpered, trying to pry himself away. "I'm not—I'm not! I swear, I'm only his majesty's handmaid." Jimin babbled quickly to defend himself.His lip quivered as he watched the alpha turn to the other servants, who all still in his gaze. "If you're lying, I'll slit your throat." He said to Jimin, then squinted at the servants. "Is this true?" He asked them.It was silent, and Jimin could only imagine the worst as the silence thickened. Until finally, a small bird-like voice spoke up. "Yessir, it is... This is H-Hayan, the empress' handmaid." She muttered softly, bowing her head.Jimin felt a whirlwind of relief wash over his chest. The alpha looked back down to Jimin, whose lip was still quivering. "That'd better be true, Hayan." He said before roguishly releasing Jimin's arm from his hold.Jimin then watched him stomp over to where Hyerin was still presented to the general. "General, I'm so sorry. It seems to empress has slipped out of my grasp." He apologised with a steep bow.The general flicked his wrist. "Get this omega out of my sight." He demanded before stepping over to something Jimin hadn't noticed when he walked in.General Jeongguk was strung up like a insect in a spider's web at the end of the great hall with bruises and a bloodied face. He had swords pinning him to the wall, strung through his palms horribly painful. Daehee was next to him with the same fate, but less. Jimin inhaled sharply when he saw Guang pinned to the wall, wrists tied and almost completely cutting the circulation off.The general grabbed Jeongguk's chin, forcing is tired gaze up onto him. "Where is the empress, Jeon?" He barked, and Jimin stiffened.He hated it. Seeing his friends getting hurt in order to protect him, but he thought it unwise to put their hard work to a demise by coming forward.Jimin watched as Jeongguk scanned the room before looking back into the general's eyes. "He went with the emperor." He lied, and the general growled under his breath.The alpha sent a fist pummelling down into Jeongguk's temple. "You're lying.""It doesn't matter." Jeongguk groaned, head sloshing up from its rest on his chest. "He's not here."The general grit his teeth, but walked away nonetheless. Hyerin had been moved to stand with the court people, and Jimin watched as Hui furrowed his brows, trying to look through the prisoners he'd taken. The man then cleared his throat and sat himself in the seat that was meant for Namjoon.Jimin sunk back into the small group of servants that surrounded him and made himself as small as he possibly could. The omega watched as the general's soldiers terrorised the court's people. It made Jimin angry, and yet he could do nothing to stop it.The time passed rather slowly, until a loud ruckus started across the room. When Jimin looked over, it was Hyerin attempting to break through the wall of soldiers to confront the general. Hui stood, motioning for the men to allow Hyerin through. They did, grabbing at her before slapping her forward. Hyerin fell to the floor in front of Hui, who chuckled meekly.Jimin's gut sank into oblivion.Hyerin stood, dusting herself off and sending a glaring glance to the alpha men. "What will become of us?" She asked, voice loud and commanding.The hall grew silent and General Hui watched her from above, his brows furrowing and eyes growing thin. He stood taller and gave her a small smirk. "My, my.. Would you like the games to begin already?" He scoffed and flicked a wrist lazily. "I was keeping my men from totally ravaging the lot of you, but I suppose we can start early—group them up." He said, a frown forming suddenly.Hyerin gasped as a new large man came to grab her. "No, wait! What are you doing?" She shouted at him adamantly, struggling in the alpha's grasp."The alphas will be imprisoned, betas kept as servants, and the omegas will be used as my men and I please." He growled threateningly, all of the former members of court began gasping and whimpering as they were torn away from each other like pigs for slaughter.Hyerin and Jimin both grew pale as ghosts. He watched as the alpha returned, ripping the robes from Hyerin's body until she was nearly uncovered, save for the torn fabrics she managed to salvage and hide her womanhood. Jimin stood at seeing the alpha tower over her small frame. A splash of courage raked through his bones, but it quickly fled him as the servants around him squealed at the hands of hungry, ferocious men."Bring that woman to me." Hui barked before Hyerin could be touched.Jimin squeaked as he was torn away from the safety of the walls by a meaty hand and dragged into the centre of the room like a sheep. The omegas all huddled together, but Jimin couldn't take his eyes off of Hyerin as she was practically thrown to the floor next to General Hui. The man simply watched the omegas cower below him as he looked at each and every face.Jimin looked around him until he caught sight of Minah. Beautiful, innocent Minah was cowering a few feet away from him. He then peered up to the general once more and inhaled. Their eyes met. Jimin's jaw slapped shut."You. Empress' handmaid." He simply said before Jimin was tugged off of the ground and marched up to the general and Hyerin. "You and you." He said sharply, picking out two more omegas from the crowd—neither was Minah.Jimin started to panic for her silently as he, too, was thrown at the feet of this cowardly general. The omega tried to pull himself off of the ground, but screams broke out into the air of the grand hall and he could no longer face anyone. It was not screams of death or murder. It was of pain. It was the same pain he used to hear at night in the omega camps. The same shrieking that kept him up every night. The same crying that made him hate alphas. Jimin couldn't watch.His eyes were pulled from the ground to look upon the general's scarred face. Jimin's eyes lidded over, his jaw tightened, and his fists tightened by his sides. The younger couldn't hold back the words on his tongue any longer. "He—He will—" Jimin cut himself short and furrowed his brows, "No, I will kill you." He threatened, but Hui only laughed heartily.The general pulled Jimin up further by the hair on top of his head. He then grabbed the younger's jaw, forcing is eyes on the abomination below. Jimin cursed at him and struggled, closing his eyes tightly."Open your eyes, you filthy omega." Hui barked into his ear, making him flinch.Jimin's hands clawed at the alpha's, trying hard to pry him off. "Fuck you." He spat, but it was short lived when the alpha threw him into the table in front of them. It knocked the air right out of Jimin's lungs."That could be you down there, but I didn't want my men to destroy your pretty little face." Hui growled and caged the omega in against the table, but Jimin roughly punched a foot into the man's stomach, sending him backwards.Hyerin gasped when Jimin fell off of the table trying to crawl towards Jeongguk before his ankles were tugged backwards, chin hitting against the floor roughly. Jimin cried out a protest, but was shut up by Hyerin's voice."He won't—He wont do it again, I swear! Please, spare him." Hyerin gasped out towards a man whose arms were raised, a large, sharp weapon in his fists.Hui watched with thin eyes, before the man dragged Jimin off of the ground and throwing him against the wall that sat directly behind the general's chair. "Stop, Hyungseok." He demanded, and the man halted, bringing his weapon back down to his side.Hyerin breathed out a long sigh of relief and turned a head to a trembling Jimin, who hugged himself tightly. His lip busted and brown hair tousled to cover his wide shock ridden eyes that feasted on the horrible scenes below. The omega girl bit her lip and tried to crawl passed the alpha watching with a smirk to the his otherside where Jimin was curled up, pressed against the wall."J-Jim—Hayan," she whispered, pulling her head in front of his sight to block out the massacre below. "Please—Please, calm down." She hushed him, trying hard to release pheromones that would help him, but nothing seemed to be working.Jimin shook is head briskly. "This is—.." He paused and let the tears fall down his cheeks, "This is all my fault." A wet sob rippled from his throat, and Hyerin broke down beside him.Her grip on his shoulders trembled. "This isn't your fault. None of it is." Hyerin pet his hair, flattening it against his scalp. "It'll be okay, I promise." She moved herself closer to Jimin's ear, "Namjoon will come."Jimin's chest hiccuped and he could only hope, which was more than he could do when in those camps. It was like a rock was in his chest as he tried to block the noises, the screams and animalistic cries of the alphas. The minutes turned into hours and none of it stopped. Sure, there was less noise and more of the omegas were cast aside. Eventually the general grew hungry, but every time he attempted to grab for Jimin, the omega would glare with a million daggers at him and hug himself tighter. Hyerin stayed with Jimin, keeping him safe from the predatory eyes of the large alpha.Jimin entire world rocked suddenly. He looked up to see the people below gasping and turning their heads to the noise that everyone seemed to hear.Hyerin leaned in, "you hear that?" She quivered.Hui stood up, pushing the omega he had in his arms onto the stone below. The omega squabbled to the other omega by his side, gripping her tightly as they watched Hui stand. He cursed under his breath, before addressing the entire room with three loud knocks."Quit your games. He's closing in on us." Hui turned his gaze onto the two prisoners he'd taken. "Take the prince down and bring him to the centre." He growled.The omegas below cried out as they were all thrown away, scavenging for their clothes and anything to cover themselves with. Jimin's head whipped around to see Daehee being cut down from his uncomfortable beating pole. Jimin sucked in a breath and watched them bring the young beta down and throw him before the general. Exhausted, the beta groaned and writhed against the floor. Jimin looked up at Hui, who glared down to Daehee with a look of complete rage in his eyes.Jimin knew that look. He'd seen it in Namjoon's eyes when the latter killed the spy, who insulted Jimin in the Southern Fort. Hui was going to kill him.Jimin's breath quickened, his heart beat grew ecstatic and he couldn't stop himself as he watched the men below hold Daehee up straight, his head lolling around his neck until it settled on Hui with angry eyes.Hyerin noticed Jimin's unrest and held him down. "Jimin, you can't." She whispered, but Jimin shook himself from we hold."He's going to kill him." Jimin cried softly and tried to crawl in Jeongguk's and Guang's direction, but was apprehended by a large hand behind him. Jimin beat a fist against the hands as they threw him back into the wall roguishly. His head hit against the wall, and his eyes fell upon General Hui, whose face was so close to his, Jimin could feel his hot breath on his brow.Hui fumed a sigh through his nostrils. "You are the empress' handmaid, are you not? Yet, you are the most beautiful omega I have laid eyes on." He growled, and Jimin's jaw slapped shut. "How can the empress, most beautiful omega in the country, be more beautiful than you?" Hui smirked. "I know you're his secret whore."Jimin furrowed his brows tightly, "you know nothing." He spat, and Hui just growled agitated and turned away.A smirk fell over the general's face, making Jimin shutter violently. "Kang Daehee, you've done great wrongs to the former emperor—your father." Hui spat, almost in pain.Jimin's eyes fell down to Daehee, whose body was still struggling to look up at the general as two alphas held him up straight. Jimin's hands fell forward on the ground, unable to draw his eyes away as a man raised a sword above Daehee's head—holding him there.Hui swallowed. "You were his son and you betrayed him. For that, I sentence you to death." He said, raising a hand.Tears blundered in his eyes, but Hyerin grabbed him, wrapping fingers around his eyes as tears soaked into her skin. Jimin mumbled whispers of protest, but the sound of a loud bang cascaded through the grand hall. Jimin threw Hyerin's hand off of his eyes and watched as the doors to the hall bust open, men flooding inside yelling and screaming. His eyes caught Daehee escaping his alpha captors through slick, fast movements.A small smile climbed onto Jimin's face, but was yanked from him when the general behind him grabbed his linen shirt, pulling him back. Jimin kicked the man with his heel before grabbing his shirt back and crawling quickly towards Hyerin, who was already trying to cut Jeongguk down from the torture display. Jimin looked to the left as an alpha was tumbling towards them with his own long, metal sword.The omega stood in front of Hyerin, his heels digging into the stone ground. Jimin furrowed his brows as the larger man smirked wildly at him."Awh, I don't wanna kill ya, poppet." The large man bellowed with a laugh.Jimin peered back to Hyerin, who was pulling the ropes that bound Jeongguk to the wooden pole. She was grunting, and Jimin knew he had to help somehow. The younger turned back to the alpha in front of him, who was poised and ready to barrel into them full force."Jimin—" Jeongguk groaned as he fell to the ground, the wood cracking as the swords were painfully pulled out of his palms. Jimin's head flipped around to watch as Hyerin wrapped an arm around him.Jimin's attention was suddenly pulled forward to the man screaming at him like some sort of animal. The omega gasped, but his running halted and a strangled noise lurched from the man's throat. Jimin looked to his abdomen where a spear was slicing his belly and blood spilling out like a fountain or mountain spring. A gasping cry riddled up his throat, until a soldier that Jimin met at the Southern Fort popped out from behind the alpha with brows drawn up in worry."Your majesty—" he choked while jogging towards the three, "General Jeon, you're injured bad!" He pursed his lips together tightly. "I'm sorry, General, but you'll need to stay out of the battle, sir. Please lead The Empress and Lady Hyerin out of here to hide."Jimin grabbed ahold of the soldier's arm tightly and looked up at him with eyes full of concern. "Hyungwon, please, where is Namjoon?" Jimin pleaded for an answer while Hyerin started in the direction of a safe exit.The room was loud, full of metal clashing and men screaming. The court members and servants were all scurrying across the floors, hiding under tables and attempting to defend themselves against the enemies which tried to hurt them. It was chaos, and Jimin had never been on the front lines of a war-zone.Hyungwon swallowed, "he is out there, fighting alongside his men" he said, pointing to the bulk of fighting in the centre of the hall. "These intruders are cornered, your majesty, they only have twenty men, we have twenty thousand. Now, go, please!" He said, trying to pry Jimin off of his arm and towards Hyerin, who'd already found an escape through the servant passages at the back of the room—masked by a door painted like a portrait.Jimin pushed his lips together and let out a small sob before turning away and falling to Guang's aid as she remained strung up. Hyerin gasped, furrowing her brows."Jimin, please, we need to leave." She cried out, Jeongguk losing consciousness as Jimin's fingers fumbled and burned from the stress on the ropes.He shook his head and continued to work on the ropes as Guang stared down at him through big eyes. "Your majesty—"Before Jimin could unite the knot around her wrists, his body was yanked backwards, back hitting another man's chest roughly. Jimin squealed, thrashing against whoever was on him as much as he could."Jimin," a smooth voice muttered, and had the younger instantly turning around, winded.The omega was set down, staring at Daehee, who was smiling down at him. "I'll watch your back, but don't leave it open like that." He reprimanded, watching as Jimin scoffed and went back to freeing the foreign princess."Now's not the fucking time for a fighting lesson, Daehee." He growled, and inhaled when the alpha girl fell into his helping arms."T-Thank you, your majesty.." She said, her tone was full of reverence now.He finally made it to a concerned Hyerin's side in the servant's halls. They were thin, cramped, with hardly enough room to stand up straight. There were brooms, buckets of water and dirtied clothes, but Jimin followed Hyerin and Jeongguk with Guang wrapped around his shoulder until they pushed a handle-less door open, falling out onto the cobblestone halls of the palace. The sunrise hit Jimin's face through a crack in the pillars. Above them, four soldiers took stances, quickly falling out of them and helping the three up onto their legs while uttering apologies.Hyerin gasped for air as relief washed over all three of them. She helped Jeongguk and Guang into a soldier's arms with a sharp exhale. "He's injured badly, tend to him first." She demanded before dropping to Jimin's side as he breathed heavy to catch keep himself sane. She took his hand in hers tightly, "are you okay, Jiminie?"Jimin's face screwed into a sob and he pushed himself into her chest to hide it as harsh jogging footsteps came upon them quickly. "Jimin—Oh—Jimin!" Taehyung's voice cried out, and Jimin nearly ripped himself away from Hyerin to see his best friend barrel towards him."Taehyungie!" A cry left his throat as he wrapped his arms around the beta tightly. Taehyung spun him around once and set his wobbling legs onto the ground.The boy began placing frivolous kisses all over Jimin's head and shoulders, avoiding intimate areas and pulling a large smile onto his friend's lips as he let it happen."Gods, I'm so happy you two are alright!" He said before hugging Hyerin tightly as well. "When we realised you weren't coming, Jimin, Jeongguk left the hiding cellar to find you but he—he never came back.." He cried out, then looked all around him for something. "Where's Jeonggukie?" He asked, and Jimin went paler."He's hurt badly, but–but he'll be alright, I know it!" Jimin nodded to give the paling beta some reassurance."Where is he? I need to see him—be there with him." He trembled out, worried sick all of the sudden. He turned to the soldiers around them."He's with one of the maester's now, My Lord, do not worry." The soldier hummed confidently. "Maester said he should be perfectly fine if everything turns out."Taehyung grumbled out a sigh before settling down against the brick. The soldiers didn't want them to leave that spot outside the grand hall for fear of enemy stragglers outside the hall. It was too dangerous to roam unarmed. So Jimin, Hyerin, and Taehyung back against the stone walls, lying their heads on one another as the rage inside quieted. Eventually, Jimin was able to shut his eyes and fall asleep there on Taehyung's shoulder, but his dreams were not fertile of happiness. They were filled to the brink of blood and gore and rape until he quivered in his sleep.-Jimin's eyes shot open not by the hands carrying him or from the soldiers voices, but by a voice that was so gentle and sweet it killed him right into a state of calmness. It was his mate. A sudden surge of emotions rode through Jimin's veins like it was his own blood, making him gasp awake."Nam-Namjoon—" he cried out and stiff hands were immediately on him, a voice hushing him.The soothing lull of Namjoon's voice settled him back into the dense fur throws that covered and surrounded him. "I'm here, my dove, it's okay.. you're safe." He smiled and Jimin's puny fingers were sliding across his cheeks, holding him securely.Jimin lips quivered, "the—that man—is he gone?" The omega said, voice coarse.Namjoon nodded. "Yes, he's in a cell, you are—""The omegas—The omegas, are they okay? They were... They were mutilated because of me—""No, no, no." Namjoon instantly hushed him with a reassuring hum. "They're with the maester's now getting treated. They're okay, I promise." He smiled, but when Jimin shook his head violently, trying to sit up."No one is ever okay after that, Namjoon." Jimin corrected with a frown as he swung his legs out from under the bountiful covers. He looked around the room to the officers and generals stationed all around with grim looks on their faces. He turned to his mate with upturned brows. "Jeongguk and-and Daehee, how are they?" He asked with a shake in his bones.Seokjin stepped forward with his eyes to the ground. "Daehee is recovering, but Jeongguk.. He's entered a deep sleep and no one can seem to wake him." The alpha explained, lips turning down into a scowl.Jimin's scent went rotten, "no.. no, he's just resting. He has to be." The younger cried, but Namjoon immediately held him and quieted him."Hui—that bastard—will pay for what he did." One of the officers growled.Namjoon stood, a hand still wrapped around Jimin's as he cried silently. "He will pay dearly."Emperor Hongli, slightly injured, but patched up moreover, stepped out of the shadows with hands behind is back firmly. Namjoon watched him come forward and drop one knee beside Jimin's bedside. He kneeled his head to Jimin, who inhaled sharply."Thank you for rescuing my daughter, your majesty." He said, voice dripping of sincerity. "You omegas are stronger than I have given you credit for. I will take this home as a lesson, your highness. Thank you, and farewell." Hongli brought himself back up, pressing two thin lips to Jimin's forehead for a moment. "We will forever be in debt to you, Joseon empress."Jimin was more than astonished.
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The sun was cracking down on Jimin like a whip as he stood in front of a giant crowd of people, by Namjoon's side, of course. His silken black robes forced Jimin's pale melanin skin stand out in the spring sun. The heavy metal crown that he was mated in weighed on his body in a different form that day. He couldn't listen to what Namjoon was saying as he spoke to the crowd of common people, who gathered to watch something that Jimin would normally condemn. His eyes were affixed on the alpha who stood meters away from him on another wooden podium, noose around his neck and eyes sunken in with bruises.That General Hui no longer stood tall and confident, but cowered in the light as thousands of people judged him for his crimes against them.Jimin found it amusing the first time he went with Namjoon to speak to the rebel. The man's sore eyes nearly popped from his skull at first sight of Jimin. He uttered small broken words of surprise. Jimin, a tool he could've used to win, was hidden in plain sight.Now, he looked at Jimin with resentment, and, for the first time, Jimin did not care if he watched someone die. Sure, he felt bad, but it was in the deepest, most hidden parts of his heart that he did. Someone that raped, pillaged, and inflicted pain upon those he loved should not live to put more in danger, Jimin would say to himself over and over as he watched it all.He watched the executioner step forward, Namjoon's soldiers place the cloth bag over his head. He paid special attention to the pull of the executioner's fist on the lever, then to the drop of his legs through the boards in the platform. A gasp riddled in his throat, stopping in his mouth when the man struggled even after falling. Not even a few seconds passed, he was eerily still. Dead. Jimin stood tall through it all, Namjoon placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him, but, somehow, he was okay—relieved, almost.What Jimin couldn't wrap his mind around, were the shouts and yells from the common people below. They were joyous. Their outcries were of gladness and not utter disgust or remorse. He'd never been present for a public execution, but he assumed this was it. Jimin and the rest returned to the palace shortly after he hanged. It was after that Jimin lost his senses, probably from fatigue. When he regained them, he was in Jeongguk's resting quarters, vomiting into the chamber pot. At first, he thought it might be the sight of Jeongguk's limp body or the hanging, but something in his gut told him it wasn't."Are you okay, your majesty?" A handmaid immediately fell to his side, rubbing his back softly. "Shall I fetch Maester Kyunghoon?"Jimin shook his head from side to side slowly after regaining the ability to stand properly. "No, no. I think I'm just a bit overwhelmed."The boy furrowed his brows before rolling a hand over his stomach. The younger omega gasped, grabbing his hand. "What are you doing?" He asked, a bit of a surprised chortle coming out."Your majesty, when was your last heat?" The omega asked, looking up at Jimin with big eyes.Jimin felt his heart stop. His last heat felt so long ago. It was in the south four months ago, and one month late now that he thought of it. He gasped and locked eyes with him shakily. "Four.. Four months ago." He said.The male handmaid smiled at him brightly, not taking his hand away from Jimin's belly. "I think the gods have blessed you with a child, your majesty." He giggled, happily. "I'll go get the maester to verify." He stumbled to a stand and jogged out of the room.Jimin's breath grew heavier and quicker from the shock of it all. He stood up and slowly stepped back to Jeongguk's sleeping side. The omega grabbed the younger's hand and pushed it over his warm belly. "J-Jeongguk.. I want you to wake up, so you'll be able to see my child when they are born." A tear fell down Jimin's smiling cheek. "Please."Only minutes later, Maester Kyunghoon rushed into the room with only a bag full of his equipment, smiling brightly at Jimin. The handmaid was behind him. "Your majesty, I'll go tell the emperor—""No, wait!" Jimin cried out, and he stopped his run from the room short, turning back to Jimin. "I want to tell him myself, if it's true." He admitted, cheeks dusting red."If you are a month late, it probably is." The maester said with a large smile while pulling out a small metal ear piece. Kyunghoon looked up to Jimin from his kneel on the ground. "Can you lift your shirt, please, your majesty?" He asked, and Jimin did as he was told, untying and lifting the black fabric to reveal his creamy tummy. Kyunghoon then placed the piece onto his stomach. It was cold, but he felt his warmth making it bearable. Kyunghoon then put an ear against the other side of the metal, listening to his insides churn about.It was then, that the largest, greatest smile came upon his face. Jimin's chest filled with warmth and he could've sworn he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach like a flock of birds. It was the happiest moment of his life, he felt.-Jimin could hardly wait for his mate to comeback to their room, so he left it and followed a soldier after tell him it was urgent. The man said he was in a meeting with only his generals, so Jimin didn't feel so bad about it.He walked behind the soldier with quick feet, hands clasped together and lips edging into a small, hidden smile. He was always—had always been—bad at hiding his happiness. So when the soldier knocked on the door to Namjoon's study, he could no longer hold his smile back."Emperor Hongli has released every omega in his brothels—"He watched the soldier step inside, bowing and greeting. "The empress said he needs to see you, that it's urgent, your majesty.""Let him in, please." He said, a bit frantic.Jimin quickly stepped forward, the largest smile any of the general's or even Namjoon had seen was upon Jimin's face, making the whole room light up with joy."What is it, my dove?" Namjoon hummed, brows pressed together tightly in confusion.Jimin quickly jogged towards Namjoon, who stood to meet him and let out a choked laugh as he wrapped his arms around the older's neck tightly. In his alpha's ear, he whispered. "We did it. I have a little one growing inside of me." He giggled and began pressing kisses to Namjoon's jaw and cheek and forehead and neck over and over.Namjoon's expression was the epitome of shocked. He froze there, holding Jimin in his arms as he kissed and giggled in his ear. It took longer than expected for Namjoon to snap from his surprise and gasp. He twirled Jimin around with a growing smile."Now, don't lie to me, little dove.." He said, in disbelief, but Jimin shook his head, throwing himself into the alpha while laughing."How could I lie about something like this?" He retorted, giddily.Namjoon's mouth made an 'o' shape, and he quickly pulled himself down to press his smiling lips onto Jimin's. The younger jumped up and down into the kiss until it broke at the sound of Daehee's coarse voice."Well, how long will you make us wait? Or do you want us to guess?" He chuckled, and Jimin's eyes flipped onto him, unexpectedly.Jimin couldn't pull himself out of Namjoon's grip, but he was able to drag him towards the other alpha's with a giant smile. "Why don't you guess?"Daehee rolled his eyes. He looked good, bandages all over him and bruises still on him, but his skin had colour and his eyes looked much more lively than before. His right arm was in a wooden cast and sling, and his other was bandaged with a sprain.Seokjin raised a hand first, a coy smile on his lips. "You're pregnant." He said, and the smile dropped from Jimin's lips just barely.The rest of them mocked and slapped their elder on the back as he laughed, but Jimin remained silent, his entire face completely red with embarrassment. Namjoon gave a loud laugh that turned their attention to the couple."How'd you guess so quickly?" Jimin whispered, fisting the bottom of his hanbok tightly.It was then that the room broke out into commotion that Jimin swore could be heard throughout the entire palace as they screamed at both Jimin and Namjoon with questions. Namjoon and Jimin fled to the safety of their room afterwards, running away from the generals, who followed them all the way to their quarters. It was only Haeil that stopped the horde of boys from entering and making even more of a ruckus.They left minutes after, mumbling to themselves loud enough for the couple inside to hear. Jimin giggled as he laid on top of Namjoon's bare chest. His fingers traced the dragon tattoo. "When will I get mine?" He asked, and Namjoon frowned."I don't want it to hurt—"Jimin laughed and placed a finger over his alpha's lips, then his lips to silence him. He pulled away, but Namjoon grabbed is lips once more. Jimin giggled. "Right after, then. And our baby will get one, too." He smiled, laying his head on Namjoon's chest to listen to his mate's heartbeat. He thought to himself, maybe all three heartbeats would sync someday, and he hoped it was when his child was born."Where will he get it?""He?" Jimin immediately pulled himself up to look at the alpha, smiling.Namjoon chuckled, "or she."Jimin settled himself back down on his chest and closed his eyes. "I don't know, but I want mine on my back." He said, confident."They're more painful than you think, little dove." He quirked a brow.Jimin pushed himself up just to give Namjoon a smirk. "Am I not a phoenix, little dragon?" He dared.Namjoon nearly breathed fire as he wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin's body until the omega couldn't move. Jimin giggled and pressed a kiss to his jaw gently. "Why must you be so sinful, my beautiful phoenix?" Namjoon breathed and kissed Jimin before he could escape. The omega melted onto his mate's lips.He'd never felt so happy or content in his entire life. The one he adored holding him tightly and a babe from the one he adored in his belly. It was like he'd died and gone to heaven. If it was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
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Somehow, knowing he had a child inside of him, Jimin felt less lonely when Namjoon was away. He would whisper to his swelling belly and smooth fingers over it constantly, protectively. It was a larger bump than before, noticeable only without his robes. Jimin felt heavier too, more tired and short of breath more often when walking upstairs. It wasn't painful, but for those around him it could've been. One second he was content and the next he was restless and needing food. Moments later, he would push the same plate of fruit or food that his handmaids brought him away. Twelve weeks into his pregnancy, Jimin was already a handful for everyone around him.So the omega often visited the infirmary with Haeil, who returned right after the siege, where the omegas harmed months ago were still being treated for their pain. Some of them had little babes in their bellies, only weeks behind Jimin's own child.It was the first time he'd visited and seen Minah there with a pale complexion, and a belly much smaller than Jimin's.She stood, silently bowing at Jimin when he entered. "Your majesty, congratulations." Minah's voice was soft, tired, and almost immediately Jimin came to her side.He'd spent lots of his spare time with the hurt omegas, trying to help them and soothe their worries. Most cried because they thought no alpha nor beta would want a soiled omega. Jimin laughed and told them otherwise. He noticed Minah was there, listening to him, but not speaking or even moving at the back of the room."How are you feeling?" He asked the younger with a small smile on his lips. A hand smoothed over her babe's bump, and she gasped. Jimin pulled his hand away.She peered away from him with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, your majesty—""Please, call me Jimin." He smiled.She nodded softly. "I'm sorry, I just—" the young omegas eyes glossed over with thick tears as she keeled over holding her stomach as she began sobbing.Jimin inhaled sharply, but was quick to pull her up and wrap his arms around her tightly, protectively. "I'm—Minah-ssi, I'm so sorry. I should've done something. None of you should've had to go through such a thing as that." He whispered to her quietly.Minah slowly wrapped her arms around Jimin as well. She pressed her face into his shoulder. "It isn't your fault. None of it is." She cried softly.Jimin pulled back gently and placed the gentlest hand on her womb, smiling."Please do not hate this pup for the atrocity that caused it." He said, and she immediately shook her head with large eyes that were coming to be full of larger tears than before even.Minah pressed her face back into the nook of Jimin's neck. Her jasmine scent spiking with a rotten smell. "My father—My father wants to kill it when it's born, but somehow I-I," she hiccuped, "I've fallen in love with the pup.""He what?" Jimin pulled her back as she sobbed and almost growled with tightly furrowed brows.She nodded, "yes-yes. He told me he would.. would throw the pup into the river right after it's been born." Jimin quickly began wiping tears from her face."He won't." Jimin said, sternly."He will." She cried.Jimin kept two hands on each of her red, wet cheeks. "Would you like me to talk to him, Minah-ssi?" He asked and she could only nod her head violently as she cried. "Maester Kyunghoon," he stood, turning to the larger beta, "will you look after Minah while I go have a word with her father?" The man nodded, silently coming to the omega's side as she shakily watched Jimin leave the room at brisk pace.Jimin could hardly believe Minah's father would threaten her with such an action. He supposed alphas couldn't understand such a concept of baring a child, the warmth that comes with having a pup in your womb for so long.Jimin stomped through the halls with Haeil walking by his side swiftly. "Your majesty, Lord Singh is with the other court guests in the residents den." He said, and Jimin nodded a thanks.It took the omega hardly any time at all to get to the resident's den where two large guards continued to bow and open the doors for him. The young boy stepped in and then entire room grew quiet and tense at seeing Jimin. He held his head high and watched as they all stood and gave him a swift bow. Jimin ignored it when he spotted the lord he was looking for sitting amongst a large group of alphas, both male and female amongst them. He had an awful scowl on his face.Jimin made a quick walk to up him, and the alpha hardly spared his empress a glance, but the others watched him come up with paling faces. It seemed Jimin's slightly rotten scent gave him away rather quick. It could've been the frown drawn across his normal delicate features, though.Once the lord caught his eyes on Jimin's pink and white gowns, he quickly snapped himself around and stood, towering above a very confident Jimin. "Your majesty, how unexpected of you to join us." He gave a fakery smile, but Jimin kept his frown."How is your daughter, Minah, Lord Singh?" He asked with a stale tone. The other alphas seemed to understand much quicker than Singh.The man furrowed his brows, a look of hostility cross his expression. "I'm sure you already know, she is with child by one of those beasts.""Yes," he said, tongue sharp, "those beasts are dead now."The man gave Jimin a rotten look that caused the other alphas around him to bow their heads in concern. "The pup was made from one of those beasts, therefore it—""Do not ever threaten to kill an omega's pup again, do you understand?" Jimin hissed, catching Lord Singh completely off guard.Baffled, he spoke with stutters and furrowed brows wrinkling his forehead. "She is my daughter.""She is an omega under my protection, and so is her pup." The smaller spat up to him with a vicious tongue. It was the first time Jimin was willing to use his power over someone. "If you threaten either of them again, I will consider it a threat to me."Lord Singh's expression changed to one of annoyance. He'd probably never had an omega, small and fragile, tell him what to do. Jimin found his power-mindset as fragile as snowflakes. "You'd better tread carefully—" He took a step forward and Jimin's Haeil, a giant alpha, hovering almost a foot above Jimin, pulled his own sword out just barely. The lord stumbled back, watching in horror."It's brave of you to threaten me directly, Lord Singh." Jimin smirked, and his guard sheathed his sword once more. "If you ever threaten me again, I will have you removed from court completely and stripped of your title." He said confidently, while turning around to leave.The alpha scoffed, "I will be taking my daughter as well, then."Jimin turned back to him, "no, she will stay here, and become the new Lady Singh." He chuckled softly and began walking away, the guard following closely, shielding Jimin from the lord, who was fuming behind them."I will be speaking the the emperor about this, your majesty." Singh snapped, angrily before settling himself back down at the table full of alphas, who stared at him as if he was insane—he might've been, truthfully. To threaten the emperor's mate while he was with child, brave—stupid, but bravery was often stupid.Jimin turned to his guard with thin eyes, "Haeil, please make sure Lady Singh's room is guarded by at least one person."Jimin returned to the infirmary, consoling Minah until the time came to visit Jeongguk, who had yet to wake up despite his healing injuries."Would you like to join me in visiting General Jeon?" Jimin asked Minah, who'd stopped crying and was only sniffling silently now.She was hesitant, but soon agreed. Jimin giggled and helped her up with a pleasant scent around him. He gasped and held her arm tightly, over exaggerating to make her a bit more comfortable. "I'll introduce you to Taehyung. He's lovely."She gave him a weary smile, "General Jeon's mate?" She asked, and he nodded, leading her towards the room Jeongguk laid in.The doors were shut, one man standing outside as a guard. Jimin smiled as he bowed and knocked on the door for Jimin. "It's the empress, my lord." He said in response to Taehyung's sigh.Only seconds later, the door swung open and Taehyung stepped out with a large smile on his face. "Jimin and..." The smile faltered on seeing Minah clinging to his best friend's side.Jimin giggled, "Singh Minah, Tae-Tae." The omega stepped with Minah into the room when Taehyung moved aside.Jimin's eyes graced over Jeongguk, who laid still on the bed like he had for a fortnight. Minah's hands dropping from his shoulder as he crossed the room to stand over Jeongguk on the bed full of fur pelts and blankets. The omega smiled down at him as Taehyung joined his friends side, gracing a delicate hand over his mate's warm cheek.Sadness washed over Taehyung's expression. "I hope he wakes in time to see your child.. He would've wanted to." Taehyung choked out, and instantly, Jimin was holding him tightly."Don't think about it, Tae.." He hummed, but the beta shook his head."Jiminie.. Kyunghoon said if he doesn't wake soon, he'll die..." A sob reeked from his lips, and Jimin pulled away with big, big eyes.Jimin sat on the alpha's bed ledge, pulling Taehyung down like a dead weight. "Surely not." He inhaled.Taehyung's head bobbed up and down in response. "I'm afraid it's true..""He will wake up, Tae." Jimin assured him, knowing deep down in his gut he would, "he has to. Jeonggukie would never leave you alone."Taehyung cried on Jimin's shoulder just like Minah had. He began to think everyone was suffering, and hated that thought. He hated seeing his best friend cry on his shoulder, the omegas in his care hurting with horrors, and the soldiers mourning their friends who passed away at the rebel's hands. He wanted to do something about it—all of it.Jimin and Minah stayed, comforting Taehyung until the time for dinner came and Hyerin arrived to continue comforting the beta. Jimin and Minah split paths after dinner, returning to their quarters after a small chat over dinner in his own little room.Jimin remained in bed until Namjoon slipped to the room at a late hour in the night. Thinking Jimin was asleep, he changed into sleepwear and climbed into bed with a heavy sigh. He then gently, with hardly a scraping of skin ran a hand over the plump of Jimin's slightly protruding tummy that was hidden under his linen shirt. Jimin hummed softly, and Namjoon jerked his hand away."I'm sorry, little dove, did I wake you?" He said, but Jimin grabbed his hand and placed it back onto his belly."No."Namjoon pushed himself up from his place in bed, and peered down at Jimin, whose eyes sparkled in the light of the candles as he smirked. "How are you feeling?"Jimin smiled and pulled Namjoon into a kiss against his pliant lips. "More or less." He hummed after Namjoon pulled away to lay back down."I need to speak with you." He sighed softly, sounding a bit unhappy.Jimin knew. "Is it about Lord Singh?" He asked, and Namjoon exhaled again."You cannot threaten to strip–""He told Minah-ssi he would throw her pup into the river." Jimin snapped and Namjoon grew quiet at his change in mood. "I couldn't let him threaten her like that. She's under my protection.." Jimin sat up, "I've already failed all of the others—""Failed? Jimin, what could you do?" Namjoon furrowed his brows and took Jimin's hand in his as he, too sat up.Jimin turned to him. "Anything? Everything? I just sat there while they—"Namjoon wrapped his arms around his mate tightly. "You couldn't have done anything, and they don't expect you to have been able to." He explained and Jimin held onto him tightly.Jimin's nails dug into his alpha's back, "you won't let him, will you? You won't let him hurt Minah-ssi's pup, will you?" He asked, hope breaking in his throat.Namjoon nodded, petting his hair gently. "I will not let him, little dove."
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Weeks continued to pass and Jimin's belly continued to grow. A bump noticeable through clothing and body much heavier than before. His body always felt more than before and he was never lonely. Continuously talking to the pup when he was alone, even created a song—a promise lullaby—to sing to his pup when he felt restless, little pup stretches of the wiggling of a tiny arm—still far too small for anyone else to notice but him. It felt strange, at first he didn't notice, but then it became too often that he would feel it—a bubble or jolt in his stomach, frightening him when he was reading or even sleeping. He'd accidentally kicked Namjoon once, when the older was massaging his swollen calves from the small, painful cramps he would get in them.His legs cramped as he hiked up his robes, running with a clanking Haeil behind him, running as well. Jimin's face was pale and his heart stampeding as he rushed through the halls. The doors to Jeongguk's room were already wide open, physician Kyunghoon already inside hidden by four generals. Jimin barrelled into the room short of breath, Haeil helping him to stand as he caught his breath.Jimin ignored his leg cramps and pushed passed the horde of generals to see a once limp boy sitting up with tired eyes, but a smile on his thin lips. "Jeonggukie!" Jimin nearly screamed, and the younger's eyes almost popped out of his skull at the sight of Jimin's plump belly and tear stained cheeks."Jimin-hyung." He gasped, a hand immediately smoothing over Jimin's robes where his stomach was round. "You're—" he couldn't speak as a giant smile danced on his lips.Jimin wrapped the younger into his arms tightly, and couldn't wait for Jeongguk to hold him back before he was nuzzling against the general's cheek giggling in joy. Jeongguk chuckled and couldn't help but place a hand on Jimin's tummy, keeping it there until Taehyung pulled his friend into a happy hug, wiping away his tears.-Only a few hours later, the happiness still hung in the air for Jeongguk's return, but everyone returned to their regular duties. While Taehyung slept for the first time in weeks, Jimin walked with Jeongguk. The younger alpha had crutches under his arms, his cheeks sunken in from lack of food, but he would have to regain that slowly, Kyunghoon said—so Jimin can't shove food down his throat.Jimin walked near him, four guards behind them—one being Haeil, and the rest new for Jimin's safety after he'd fallen down the stairs while laughing, only to laugh even harder at himself. But Namjoon was frightened, so he called for it. They walked three paces behind them, keeping so quiet, Jimin had forgotten they were there, but he would certainly ask only for Haeil tonight."For a moment, I thought I'd really lost you.." Jimin whispered as they walked through a garden, pleasant smiles on both of their faces.Jeongguk chuckled, "you know I could never leave you or Taehyung like that."Jimin nodded with a laugh. "That's exactly what I told him. He was so worried." Jimin punched the alpha's arm lightly. "When you're back to full health, you'd better give Taehyung the night of his life." He said, and Jeongguk groaned sheepishly, cheeks reddening."I'm still shocked that you're—you're—you know!" He laughed with a small cough.Jimin turned to him in concern, but he younger shooed him away with a smile. Jimin then hooked his fingers together with a grin on his lips. "I was getting worried I was incapable of baring him children.." He said, voice ever so soft.Jeongguk placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do not worry about that Jimin-hyung.""Why're you calling me 'hyung' all of the sudden?" He laughed with skeptical eyes.The younger shrugged. "I always forget that someone so small is my elder—""By two years, you brat!" Jimin scoffed, and Jeongguk laughed happily. Jimin couldn't deny, he was overjoyed to see the boy awake."Jeongguk!" Both of them snapped their heads around to see Namjoon at the end of the hall, another face Jimin didn't like beside him with that same scowl.Namjoon and Lord Singh stepped down the hall—Namjoon faster than the lord behind him. Immediately, the older alpha wrapped Jeongguk into his arms tightly humming in joy. "I went to see you, but they said you'd gone for a walk." He sighed softly before letting the younger out of his tight hold."Yes, Jimin agreed to deal with me while Taehyung sleeps." Jeongguk joked."I'm glad he's getting some sleep." Namjoon turned to his mate, who stiffened. "Jimin, may I take him off your hands for a while?" He asked, and Jimin nodded.Namjoon stepped forward, placing a sweet kiss to the top of his head. Jimin pulled his hand forward to rest on his pup's bump. It was so warm. The alpha pulled away with a smile and took off with Jeongguk in the direction of the palace. Jimin watched, remaining still until he noticed Lord Singh was still there in his presence.Jimin frowned at him, and watched the man step forward. Haeil also, silently stepped forward, so Singh stopped. "You seem to be in the same few months as my daughter." He said, voice plain and eyes thin—jerking up to look at Haeil every chance he got. Jimin remained quiet though. "Could it be, it's not the emperor's?" He smirked, and Haeil stepped forward, but Jimin stopped him with a finger. Singh exhaled softly, then peered back to Jimin with tight eyes and more confidence. "I have power over you, empress, because my knowledge is power." He chuckled with a growing smirk.Jimin pushed his lips together, a tightening in his gut, making him extremely uncomfortable. He might do something he'd regret, so he took a deep breath and breathed out. "Haeil, slit Lord Singh's throat." He said, and from behind him the man immediately moved forward.Singh gasped, but three other guards grabbed ahold of him as Haeil pulled out his sword. The man cried out pleads and protests as Haeil unsheathed his sword pushing it forward, but"No, wait. I've changed my mind. Stop." He said as if it was completely normal. Jimin stood there casually.The four men let him go, Haeil pushing his sword back into it's sheath and stepping back to Jimin's side. Through his helmet, a smirk could be seen as Jimin hummed softly."Turn around." Jimin commanded, and the four did. "Take three steps forward." They did. "Close your eyes." He finally said while stepping towards the alpha, head up slightly to stare at the lord through smiling eyes. "I have never been with another alpha, let alone let them put a child inside of me, but let me enlighten you." He growled, eyes dark. "Power is power, Lord Singh." Before the older man could respond, Jimin turned away, walking back into the palace briskly, the four guards following him at the same pace and leaving the lord to melt to the floor in relief.Jimin had never seen the need to use his power over someone, but the lord had insulted and threatened him enough. Jimin couldn't stand it any longer. Sure, he never would've really given the order to kill the man, but it sure as hell did the job in scaring him. Jimin was content.-Weeks continued to pass. Jeongguk's body gradually gained its muscle back and he was more chipper than ever. Taehyung was even more clingy to him than before as well, but he couldn't care less. Jimin enjoyed seeing the two interacting so openly at dinner. He would giggle as Taehyung kissed his mate's nose, leaving Jeongguk to sink into the chair from embarrassment.Jimin met eyes with Lord Singh, who hardly spoke a word. He had a pale complexion and would glance all around him like Jimin sent assassins to kill him. Jimin smiled to himself until Namjoon's hand snuck onto his thigh, grabbing it tightly. "What did you do to Lord Singh, little dove?" He asked with a monotonous voice.Jimin gave his mate a smirk, "I taught him the definition of power.""Ah, so you did. I wish I could've seen that." Namjoon chuckled, knowing the story because Haeil had told him.Jimin took a sip of water, prohibited from wine by Kyunghoon. He then caught sight of Minah, who sat alone at a table on the outer rim of the dinning hall. She looked pale and completely drowned by her thoughts. Jimin stood up abruptly, startling Namjoon, who watched as he stepped down from the platform, making his way towards the omega. He turned and bumped into Daehee in his seat at one of the lower tables, not saying a word to him as he passed."Jimin—" he said, suddenly following the omega as he came to sit down next to Minah, who jolted, but softened at seeing him. Daehee pursed his lips at seeing the younger omega girl.Jimin knew from the corner of his eye that he was bashful, so her turned his head and acted surprised when he saw the young beta standing there. "Daehee! I'm sorry, did I bump into you?" He harped with a joyous chirp.Daehee stumbled, unable to take his eyes off of the girl as she looked up to him with those big, beautiful brown eyes. "I-I just thought you–you needed something." Before he could leave, Jimin stood and pushed him down beside the young girl."Oh, really? Well, while you're here, let me introduce you to omega Singh Minah!" He giggled, and he immediately took her hand in his, kissing the knuckles ever so gently."My name is Kang Daehee, my lady." He introduced himself, and she watched him with eyes full of interest.Jimin pat them both on the back. "I'm sure you both will have much to talk about." He smiled, before turning away and leading himself back to where Namjoon was sitting. Though he did make a stop at Lord Singh's table."Your majesty." The alpha's greeted him with quick bows and he nodded to each of them.Jimin smiled, but it seemed to be more of a vicious smirk to Singh. "I hope you haven't forgotten my words, my lord." He said before whisking himself away.Namjoon looked at him with displeasure as he came back to sit down. Jimin just smiled kindly at his mate, ignoring his disagreeing expression and grabbing Namjoon's hand tightly. "Jimin—""Yes?" He answered, immediately.Namjoon chuckled, breathless. "Minah and Daehee.. It's a good match." Jimin rested against Namjoon's side, his tummy folding into Namjoon's side like a puzzle piece. Jimin nuzzled himself against his mate, kissing his neck and cheek and anything he could reach while his fingers traced the dragon tattoo like usual."It's going to be a girl.." He said all of the sudden, pulling Namjoon from his light sleep.He looked down at Jimin with furrowed brows and confusion glossing his eyes. "How do you know?"Jimin smiled, "I just know. I want to name her Eunmi." He said.Namjoon inhaled, "Eunmi?" He repeated with a contented sigh."Mhm," he hummed, pressing kiss to his jaw, "like her.""Like her." He repeated again, before falling sleep with a smile on his face.
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Jimin had gotten bigger, much bigger in the next few months. Every trip he took to physician Kyunghoon's infirmary was perfectly fine and he was as healthy as could be. Jimin would constantly ask when and the doctor always replied "you'll know when". It did nothing to help the nervousness in his chest as everyday it got harder to stand up on his own. He couldn't bend over or sleep comfortably any longer.He often felt the pup kicking and scratching him from the inside. Jimin had gotten used to the sudden jolts of his babe, but every time Namjoon pressed a warm hand to feel the odd sensation, he would squirm and smile like an idiot. Jimin couldn't blame him. The excitement he felt with every passing day was tremendous and growing still.Taehyung and the other generals would gather around Jimin, taking turns feeling and listening to the child as they moved around in his tummy. They would all laugh harmoniously when the little pup would kick them and scratch them.It seemed little Eunmi was a fierce pup, with little time to sit still. Jimin got used to their squirming though, sometimes even grew scared when they was completely still. He'd annoyed Kyunghoon a bit too much in the recent weeks, so this time he remained in the gardens, not far from the infirmary reading a book about mothering pups while singing a lullaby he'd managed to write in his bountiful free time, Namjoon occasionally chipping in.A sudden wave of dread washed over Jimin, and he immediately placed his book onto the stone bench beside him. The omega wrapped his hands around his big belly. It was so warm and soft, but Jimin felt most awful feeling tormenting his gut.He smoothed a small hand over the span of his tummy, a melodious hum deep within his throat. Yes, Haeil was by his side, watching as he sang to his child. Jimin had gotten used to the company quickly.So Jimin's hum turned into words, soft and creamy. A voice Namjoon had called ethereal and mesmerising. "I want you to be your light, baby," he sang quietly while petting his stomach through the lightweight hanbok. "You should be your light." He smiled when a familiar bubble of a kick rocketed through his body.The dread of losing his little pup did not fade though, and it seemed he'd attributed it wrongly. It was a pain, a physical one, that kept growing tighter and tighter like a knot in his womb. Thinking nothing of the pain, Jimin continued to comfort himself. It must be gas, that's all it is. He let out a sigh and rolled another hand over his stomach.Jimin quickly gave Haeil a gesture to help him stand and the alpha did, pulling him up off of the stone carefully. It wasn't even a few seconds later that Jimin realised it was not trapped wind and he was sent spiralling back onto the bench by a squeezing pain in his abdomen.Jimin gasped, air lodged in his throat and eyes squeezing shut tight at the immeasurable pain that squeezed his muscles into the most terrifying cramp he'd ever experienced. It was worse than the pain of heat and much worse than the stretch of a knot. The terrible tightening shocked him, it shocked him so badly that he couldn't even hear Haeil calling out to him or the wetness of his robes until the hot liquid was at his knees.There was something wrong."The pup—" he cried out so pathetically, but he couldn't care. "Haeil, the pup!" He said, this time much more panicked and louder than before that it sent the guard into a flurry of panic.The pain felt like an eternity as he is helped to stand completely held by Haeil, but it couldn't have been more than a minute—maybe less. He felt completely drenched, but began to walk forward on trembling legs with Haeil's help."Help!" He heard the grown alpha, twice as big compared to any of the alphas in the country, calling for help as they re-entered the palace walls.Almost immediately, handmaids and servants rushed to their side, but Haeil refused to unhook himself from around Jimin's waist as he heaved out panicked breaths. "What's happening? I'm scared. Is the pup alright?" He trembled out through frightened breaths.The pup he was supposed to be protecting could be in danger. He couldn't let that happen."It looks as if you've gone into labour, your majesty." An omega nurse said, coming upon them as she ran to help them all forward. "Let's get you to a vacant room, for now." She explained, rather calm compared to Haeil and Jimin.Jimin let out a breathless sob, trembling and holding onto Haeil for dear life. "I-I can't—""It'll be okay, be calm for the pup, your highness." She said, trying hard to be as kind as possible to him.At that, Jimin tried to breathe properly. He tried to stop his body from trembling, but it didn't work at all because he was still shaking like a leaf. Somehow, Jimin didn't even notice as he was brought to a room empty of any scent and sprawled across the bed by Haeil. His robes had been torn off of him save for a thin robe. Instinctively, he cupped his belly tightly as a strike of pain and adrenaline roll up his spine.A whimper left his lips as he peered over to the nurse. "Wh–What now?" He huffed."You must wait, your majesty." She explained, heading for the door with quick paces, and Jimin panicked."Please–Please fetch Taehyung and–and Namjoon." He pleaded and watched as Haeil went to the door, ready to leave. "Stay please, Haeil!" He cried weakly.There, the alpha stood for a few seconds until moving to Jimin's side. He made himself comfortable at the end of Jimin's bed, trying to release comforting pheromones, he assumed. Jimin just began regulating his spastic breathing to a steady in and out. He then moved all around, trying to find a more comfortable position.Thirty minutes passed and the ache in Jimin's back began to throb again. That same tightening pain in his stomach started to build and build and build until Jimin was clawing at the sheets. Suddenly, Haeil's hand was in his and Jimin was grasping–squeezing–it so tightly, he knew it must hurt. Jimin let go and seized up his entire body as his lips pressed together in order to remain silent. He tried anything and everything to make the pain go away, but nothing worked.Seconds later, the pain dissipated slowly. Jimin held his breath after a small cry left his throat, he let all of the air in his lungs out quickly. Jimin didn't know what to do, or how to do anything. He'd never been in labour or had to deal with such a painful sensation, but the kicking of the pup against his ribs brought Jimin back to life. An aching sigh of relief flittered through his lips and he cupped his stomach once more.Not long after the pain faded, Jimin heard footsteps outside—a commotion before the doors bursted open, Taehyung and four tousled generals flooding into the room like flies."Jimin, Kyunghoon will be here shortly. Are you okay?" Jeongguk asked, falling to Jimin's side as Haeil stepped away to give the horde room.Taehyung swatted them all away as they stood over Jimin's tired, hardly clothed body. "Get away, you rats!" He cried before settling next to Jimin on the edge of his bed. "Jiminie, how are you feeling?" Taehyung turned to the handmaid, who slipped into the room as well. "Please ready a hot bath for Jimin." He demanded as kindly as possible.Jimin couldn't wait any longer, he pulled Taehyung down and tucked his head under Taehyung's chin simply looking for some reassurance to his nervous body. "I'm so scared, Taehyung, what if the pup is—"Taehyung immediately shushed his best friend while the generals all watched. "Don't think such things, Jiminie. The pup is perfectly fine." He said while smoothing a hand over Jimin's belly.Jimin tried to believe Taehyung, he really did—really wanted to, but he couldn't stop thinking the pup was hurt or that he did something wrong. Then, there was a sharp knock at the door and the maester stepped in rather calmly."Your majesty, I'll need to examine you." He explained, and Jimin wasted no time in nodding, worried for the pup.Taehyung helped Jimin get into the position, held his hand as the man came forward, settling between Jimin's legs with his glasses on the edge of his nose and brows furrowing tightly. Jimin simply looked to Taehyung, unable to watch Kyunghoon because of his stomach. Jimin tried to ignore the feeling of touches because he knew it was necessary. His toes curled and hands fisted into Taehyung's tightly while trying to be still. Jimin thought it was excruciatingly too long that Kyunghoon was examining, and he felt something was wrong.Kyunghoon stood and wiped his hands onto a towel that he laid out on the bed beside Jimin. A small smile graced his lips, "everything looks great," he explained, "do you know how far apart the pains are?"Jimin's mouth fell open in relief and confusion. "I-I don't know." He said, not knowing how to tell or what to do.Kyunghoon stepped over to Taehyung, pulling out a silver pocket watch and handing it to the beta gingerly. "Time it here, My Lord." He smiled with a nod. "I will need to leave to prepare the supplies for birth. Do not worry, you still have hours until the pup is ready." He tried hard to comfort the omega with smiles, but Jimin couldn't help but feel absolutely horrified. He wanted the physician to stay there and help him and assure him that everything was going well—that the pup was safe.Kyunghoon turned away, gathering his things and stepping towards the door briskly. "I will return shortly." He reassured Jimin before stepping out to attend the preparations.Jimin still couldn't believe it was happening. The pup would be born finally, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. A small smile came upon Jimin's lips as he licked them nervously. Sweat was building on his brow, and he watched as the other four generals came up behind Taehyung quietly while smiling down at a extremely exhausted Jimin. The exhaustion was masked by how scared Jimin was though."Jimin, how about a bath?" Jimin nodded at Taehyung's idea, and the beta turned around and shooed the generals away. "Go on, get out. Jiminie needs to get cleaned up. Go fetch Namjoon, now!" He demanded, and they reluctantly left with heavy heads, but it quickly turned into excitement.Jimin turned to Haeil, "will you help me, please?" He asked and Haeil immediately came to his side, stringing an arm around Jimin's waist as he pulled his trembling legs onto the cold, cold wooden floor.The bath had been readied by the time Jimin was able to get to it with tiny, pained steps. The warm water thankfully helped relieve some of the aches in his muscles, but another throb of pain bursted through him, and Taehyung held his hand through it, while watching on the pocket watch.Once the pain dissipated again, Jimin climbed out of the large tub with shaky ankles. He couldn't help but to mock himself of how terribly weak he felt. The beta helped Jimin pull on a nightshirt and Haeil helped him back into bed with an arm around his waist, and he sat, awaiting more horrifying pains to bout through his body like his womb was contracting.Minutes passed and the pulsating pain sprung down his back again. All of his muscles tense up and he flapped a hand to Taehyung, who grabbed a hold of it tightly."That's twenty minutes, Jiminie." Taehyung said after peering down at the watch.Jimin harped out a groan as the pain wore thin and left him again. All Jimin can mutter is a small "ow.""You're doing very well, your majesty." Haeil said from his silent perch behind Jimin, his hands behind his back and a small smile on his lips.Jimin thanked him weakly before rushing footsteps came close to his door. Jimin, at first, assumed it was Kyunghoon, but the feet stopped."May I come in?" A familiar voice, so soft and flustered, making Jimin physically melt."Yes," Taehyung said, and the door practically swung open, Namjoon stepping in quickly.Namjoon was cautious as he came towards Jimin. The omega let out a strangled sigh of relief and pushed out his arms in welcome. "You came." He harped, happily.Immediately, Namjoon broke from his trance on Jimin's windswept figure and headed straight for his mate. Jimin held his hand out, and Namjoon grabbed it tightly, falling to his mate's side."I'm sorry, I came as soon as I—"Jimin just whined, shaking his head. As soon as the omega breathed in the scent of his mate, Jimin's stomach settled. The alpha moved closer and closer until he nuzzled the soft hair upon Jimin's head. Namjoon breathed out trembling from fear, or maybe it was excitement."Has it been painful?" Namjoon asked, and Jimin hummed out a small laugh."You'll see." Jimin shifted as a small pain lifted through his spine. He knew the pain now, and knew when it would come.Namjoon pulled Jimin close, holding his mate's hand as reassuringly tight as he could. The omega sighed at the presence of his alpha. The older wiped the sweat from Jimin's forehead, and pressed his own to Jimin's."Are you okay, little dove?" He asked, a small smile growing into an even larger one as Jimin's breathing grew calmer.Tears brewed in Jimin's eyes, and Namjoon inhaled sharply. "I'm scared." He whined, and Namjoon pulled him into a tight hug."I am, as well.." He said, pressing a kiss to Jimin's jaw. "You're going to be fine, little dove, and so will our pup."Jimin hummed. Our pup. He could hardly wait to see the child that he'd been carrying for months. The babe that had saved him from complete loneliness at times. They would be out and in Jimin's arms soon, and he couldn't wait. He couldn't stand to wait any longer.Jimin could feel the start of another squeeze in his stomach, so he turned to Taehyung. "How long?" Jimin asked, before it suddenly tightened too quickly for Jimin to fathom.A gasp riddled through his throat, and his back arched off of the bed. Namjoon inhaled, his frightened scent exploding in the room as he held Jimin's hand tightly. The omega held tighter though."Seventeen minutes." Taehyung said, worried as Jimin began breathing heavily, hand growing limp in Namjoon's hand.Namjoon freaked out. "Jimin?" His mouth dropped open when Jimin moaned at the pain that seemed to be growing smaller in his gut. "Jimin, breathe." He reminded the younger when it seemed he'd held his breath too long.So Jimin took in lungs full of Namjoon's scent, soothing him until he was back down to earth, watching the world through spotted vision and clouded consciousness. Namjoon sighed out as he saw Jimin come back down from the pain."You are spectacular." Namjoon muttered, and Jimin keened at the praise. After a noticeable pattern formed, Jimin realised the first pain was nothing compared to recent ones. The pains began to worsen over time, and Jimin felt like he'd been squished and sapped of his energy every time. Soon, the gaps became shorter and shorter. He found out it was almost unbearable as they grew closer as well, but Namjoon was there with him. Physician Kyunghoon checking on him three more times. Jimin learned that the closer the pains, the more ready the pup is.Namjoon was there the whole time, wiping his sweat, rubbing his back, whispering praises, and massaging his aching muscles with every moment he got. Taehyung filled his boredom with endless chatter, he read the omega a part of a book and kept him occupied each time the pain would end.Eventually, food was brought to him, fresh towels, and fans as well. Jimin was happy to see pieces of fruit and bread coming to him thanks to Taehyung. It was hard to eat it, though. Namjoon fed him, nearly flinging the food from his hands when Jimin would cry out at another sudden pain. Jimin would laugh through the pain each time. The pains continued to close in on him. Seven minutes, six, five, then four. Jimin realised he didn't have much time to left before the pup would come. He turned to the window, where the sun had set and stars came out to greet his pup. Although each pain left him more and more exhausted, fighting back the unconsciousness. He decompressed himself after each one to rest. Namjoon helped the fears dissipate.Suddenly, Kyunghoon spoke, coming in rather briskly. "Your majesty, you'll need to push, soon." He said, while scurrying around in front of the bed. Jimin had hardly noticed he brought all of the supplies in, one at a time. Jimine knew, at least, what that meant. He also knew it would come to him in time.Jimin thought he was ready, but when it started, the pain was worse than anything Jimin had ever been through in his entire life. It hurt worse than the bite on his nape. It hurt worse than the shackles on his ankles, or the lashings on his back. It hurt like there was something sitting on his lower stomach, seizing, pushing, pulling, squeezing, and burning. The breaks in the pains were gone, and Jimin couldn't tell what was more painful, his headache or the burning in his stomach.Another pain ripped through him, the physician tapped his knee. "This one, you'll need to push." He stated, the smiles and reassurances gone, so Jimin nodded weakly.Seconds passed by slower than anything, and he could hear nothing but his heavy laboured breaths. Taehyung and Namjoon sat beside him, completely silent. Namjoon was paler than pale. Jimin's discomfort heightened and he curled his toes into the mattress, waiting, and waiting, and waiting."Now." He said.And the next thirty seconds were pure hell for Jimin. The omega didn't even bother trying to look decent in front of Namjoon, or Haeil and Taehyung. The tears slipped from his eyes as the pain never ended like it did with everything else. Jimin simply kept breathing as instructed. He thought he might be crushing Namjoon's hand, but he couldn't let go, not when the pain was so bad. He couldn't control himself, couldn't control the pain either."You're so brave, you're doing so well." Namjoon suddenly uttered, and Jimin tried so hard to give him a small smile as the older wiped away his tears.Jimin kept going, his muscles pressing and squeezing for him as he let out a loud moan of pain. Taehyung watched, completely silent with what looked like shock. Jimin could only laugh. "T-Tae-Tae.." He managed to say, and Taehyung snapped up to him with giant eyes.Before his friend could speak, Jimin practically screamed, but physician Kyunghoon spoke over it when he quieted slightly. "I see the head." Jimin could only let out a groan and tightened his hold on everything around him. Toes curling, fingers digging into the mattress and Namjoon's hand painfully, but the alpha was silent to his own pain at seeing Jimin's.The next three pains and pushes had Jimin wailing out so loudly, he was sure all of Hanseong would be able to hear him. His alpha was letting out strings of encouragement, that went deaf to Jimin's ears as he shut his eyes and breathed. The towel slipped across his forehead as the breaks in pains disappeared completely.Kyunghoon wiped his own brow with a clean sleeve, blood and clear liquid all over his hands. "One more, I believe." He huffed tiredly.Jimin couldn't hear anything, he could only feel the pain as it heightened, then there were lips, hot and wet, on his forehead baring down to kiss him. Namjoon pulled his lips to Jimin's ear uttering a soft "I love you", sweetly. Jimin was too high off of exhaustion to think straight, but he heard that clearly."One more."Jimin began to sing, his voice coarse, but still so silky and soft as he cried out once more. "Now–Now promise me" He melodied out while gripping Namjoon's hand like a lifeline. "Several times a day, even—even if you feel it your–yourself." He didn't think he could do it any longer, but thinking of the pup, he forced himself to. "D-Don't—Don't leave yourself—"The last push felt like forever, and what started as a deep, frightened sing-song turned into a wail. Jimin's eyes focused on Namjoon and his hand to get through the final pain. Taehyung was there, encouraging him with a loud voice to keep up with Jimin's scream.Just as suddenly as it all began, it ended.The cries of a pup filled the air, replacing Jimin's moans of pain. Jimin eyes immediately filled up with tears at the sound. "Are they okay?" Jimin gasped weakly, but he was ultimately ignored. The physician was between his legs, using some kind of tool before grabbing a blanket, and Namjoon was pressing soft kisses to each of his knuckles."Is the pup okay?" Jimin nearly screamed, shaking his hand in Namjoon's grip.Instantly, the alpha's gaze turned to the bundle of blankets in the physicians arms. "Oh my god."Jimin was too focused on the crying bundle in the maester's arms to notice the shock that registered on his face. He watched the pup's tiny movements through the thick blanket, waiting for the response."She's perfect. Healthy, and lovely." He said, stepping closer to Namjoon, whose eyes went wide. "Would you like to hold her, your highness?"Namjoon's head snapped up. "A girl?" Jimin's breath caught in his throat as the maester nodded, though he was too weak and tired to hold himself up or get a better look at the babe.Namjoon cradled a tiny thing in his arms. He didn't know how to hold it—her—the pup as she wiggled and cried quietly. A small panic crossed the alpha's face as he set down on the edge of the bed, while Kyunghoon returned between Jimin's legs. Something was there, but Jimin couldn't seem to care as he listened to her cry and Namjoon try to soothe her.Kyunghoon wiped down Jimin, legs closing, exhausted.Namjoon turned to Jimin as he laid back, eyes wide open. He couldn't feel the exhaustion anymore while he looked at his pup. A pretty little girl. The alpha slowly placed the bundle into his arms, and she was so tiny, so light, so red. A sob of joy reeked through his throat as he peered down at her with eyes of wonder. Everything about her was so small and cute."I didn't think love at first sight was real." Jimin murmured softly, and hushed the pup, rocking her until she stopped crying and instead cooed softly.Namjoon chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jimin as the doors bursted open to a horde of generals and Hyerin struggling to get in front of one another to see. Taehyung glared at them all, but Jimin just laughed, his eyes never left the child wriggling in his arms. Jimin knelt his head down, pressing his lips to her little forehead while Namjoon pushed his significantly larger finger towards her tiny ones. The pup tried hard to grip his finger, and he let out a noise of pure happiness. Jimin giggled."I told you it'd be a girl!" Jimin heard Seokjin arguing with Jeongguk, who groaned, "cough it up."Jimin couldn't be bothered as he heard them all shimmy closer, peering down at them with giant eyes. "What's her name?" Hoseok asked with his mouth agape.Jimin smiled, and Namjoon huffed out a laugh. "Eunmi." They said together, and all of the generals stiffened, Taehyung and Hyerin, too. "Princess Eunmi." Jimin muttered again, unable to wipe the smile from his energised body.
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Jimin didn't think he would ever be able to have a real family. He never thought he'd be able to see kids—his own kids with the one he loved—running around a courtyard full of green leaves. Eunmi was perfect. She was healthy and she had the most beautiful dimpled smile Jimin had ever seen.The omega stood next to his alpha on the edge of the courtyard as she giggled while chasing little Kiha around the courtyard while he attempted to hide behind bushes and rocks. The more playful of the generals threw little twigs and leaves on them while laughing. Kiha was only slightly younger than Eunmi, only about a month or two behind her, but he'd already presented as an omega, small and smelling of berries. They were both twelve. Celebrating Eunmi's name day as well as what the child would present.Deep down, Jimin knew his little girl was safe even if it did turn out that she was an omega. Everything would be fine, perfect, really. She would be treated like a princess and the babe in his arms could grow up to be the Emperor instead. He was much younger than Eunmi, at a mere a month old. His name was Eunwoo and he was the sweetest child Jimin had ever laid eyes on. A button nose and tiny plush lips. His cheeks looked like they were made of silk.Jimin smiled at his little babe, pecking his tiny nose with a giggle. Namjoon wrapped an arm tighter around Jimin's waist and pulled him closer. Jimin smiled and nuzzled himself against Namjoon's sweetening scent. The pine had changed over the years to become more and more like Jimin's.Jimin looked over to see Taehyung and Jeongguk watching their own, adopted orphan-boy, Kiha, giggling and still evading Eunmi as she slowly began to pout. Jimin smiled at her as she placed herself in one spot and crossed her arms tightly. The little girl poked her lips out."Kiha!" She yelled, and the little boy immediately stopped, going completely still. "You're too fast, I can't catch you. It's not fair!" She spat, and Namjoon chuckled.Jimin frowned, "Eunmi." He said, and she immediately looked at him with big eyes. Jimin just shook his head, and she pushed her lips out even further before thinning her eyes."Nevermind," she then said, and Kiha's expression brightened. "Let's play a different game." She smiled.Kiha giggled out a tiny "okay."There was a pull on Jimin's waist from the alpha and he looked over to see a man, who Namjoon had set up the entire party with, stepping up with a bow. "It's time for the presenting ceremony, your majesty." Jimin stiffened, but Namjoon quickly soothed him with a finger across his skin lightly.The alpha nodded, turning to Jimin with a large smile on his lips. Finally, Jimin would be able to breathe after being able to see his little girl again. When presenting was near, Eunmi was stolen—although Namjoon called it a 'temporary break'—from him in order to teach her the customs of her origins. Jimin frowned when he realised she would learn what heats and ruts were at such a young age, but there was nothing he could've done. She was taken from him and placed into the care of nurses for two entire years. Jimin hadn't been able to properly see his little baby in two entire years. Jimin called it torture, but Namjoon said he was over reacting."Has she—" Jimin choked out, and both men turned back to him as he adjusted Eunwoo in his arms. "Has she even presented yet..?" He asked, worried she'd had her first heat or even rut without him.The older man nodded, and Namjoon watched him. "She has, your highness. Do not worry, she has recovered fully. Princess Eunmi presented two months ago." He said, and Jimin's body felt cold.Namjoon's hand fell from his waist, grabbing his hand. "Little dove, our Eunmi is strong." He smiled with a small chuckle that brought Jimin back to earth.He just hated that he wasn't there for her when she needed him most. Jimin huffed but nodded, "Eunmi." He called out, looking over to see the young girl playing with Kiha's hands as the boy sat obediently in front of her, his eyes big and mouth agape as he watched her play with his much smaller fingers. Eunmi turned her head, and Jimin smiled at her fondly. "It's time to go."She immediately stood up, pulling Kiha along behind her happily. Jimin was glad that she was happy, but something was boiling deep within his stomach. He couldn't tell but, he really wanted to know what Eunmi had presented as. If she was an omega, she would be in the shadow of the palace, forever kept hidden like a flower that blooms in the shadows. If she was an alpha, she would have to rule someday. He didn't want that burden on her shoulders either.Jimin bit his lip, but Namjoon just leaned down, hand sliding down until it pressed against his ass, suddenly drawing Jimin away from his worries to his embarrassment. He snapped his head to the older and swatted his hand away."Namjoon." He glared, slightly turned on by it, "not here, please."Namjoon just chuckled, "then stop being so worried. This is supposed to be a happy day, love."Jimin sighed, nodding his head gently. "Yes, yes, you're right. I'm sorry.." He hummed, but Namjoon simply slapped him on the ass. Jimin squeaked, cheeks growing red—no, his entire face was red now. "Namjoon!" He growled out lowly while watching Eunmi and Kiha run ahead of them towards the grand hall. Eunwoo shifted in his arms, but still slept silently—like always, Jimin might add.Namjoon simply laughed, "I can't help it." He hummed.Jimin called for Eunmi, who fell to his side and gripped his hand, before continuing into the grand hall where the court was waiting, murmuring amongst each other. Kiha was behind them, hand in Taehyung's as they watched Jimin, Namjoon, and Eunmi continue through the hall with high heads.Jimin looked around, much less afraid of the people around the court than he was when he first arrived. Many did not like that Jimin chose to tend to his children, rather than give them each a wet nurse to take care of them. He preferred to raise his own kids, he would tell Namjoon with a huff.Jimin found Minah, and her eleven year old son sitting happily with Daehee, her husband, sitting beside her, playing with the young boy—Minah named Jihyun. Jimin gave her a large smile, and she returned it, sheepishly.Jimin then saw Taehyung and Jeongguk entering through a side entrance and set down with Kiha silently. The other general's joined, loudly and drawing lots of attention to themselves as they accidentally went the wrong way before finally settling in random seats. Jimin almost laughed in the centre of the hall, but restrained himself.The four of them finally made it to the foot of the hall, stepping up the stairs before settling in the seats Namjoon had made for the family. His own was a beautifully sculpted wooden dragon painted dark maroon and Jimin's was a pretty phoenix, twisting and turning with its feathers sprawled about across the stone wall. The first time Jimin saw it, he was absolutely amazed, his breath taken from him.Now, Jimin sat with a tiny babe in his arms, and Eunmi's hand in his as she stood before the court. She was proud and Jimin was happy. No one in court looked at her with doubt or malice. To them, she was powerful, and Jimin wanted it to remain that way entirely.The announcer stepped forward, a hand motioning towards the young princess. "Your princess has presented. She is ready to share with her subjects her trials and her successes." He said, voice loud, before turning a head to Eunmi, whose hand tightened around Jimin's.Jimin could smell her strong musk, and his entire body clammed up. She was"I, Princess Eunmi, daughter of Emperor Namjoon and Empress Jimin, have presented to you as.."Jimin froze, squeezing her hand tightly."An alpha." She smiled brightly, and she smelled absolutely overjoyed as applause broke out in the court.A sigh trembled from Jimin's lungs as she turned to him with big eyes and an even bigger smile. Jimin gave her a large smile before opening his arms for her. Eunmi pressed into his arms immediately and hugged him tightly. Her scent was spicy and strong, the first time he'd noticed the change.Eunmi then pulled away and stood back in front of the court. Jimin's hand still in hers as he watched her with big, confused eyes. What else could she say? He turned to Namjoon, who was simply smiling brightly at him as if he knew exactly what was going on. Jimin quickly snapped his head back to her as she inhaled."I have also decided that Young Lord Kiha of the Jeon House will be my mate when we grow old enough." She smiled brightly, and Jimin thought he might faint.It was all happening too quickly. He didn't want it like that. He didn't want his little baby to grow up so fast and she was already choosing her mate. It was too soon, it was all too soon. Jimin was about to say something over the giant applause, but Namjoon pulled him back. Jimin snapped his head back to Namjoon. He was pale, his mouth was parted, and his body trembling."Do not worry, little dove." He smiled brightly. "Eunmi is growing up, you can do nothing to stop it."Jimin swallowed, and he continued."This is the normal age for betrothal." He assured him, but it did nothing to soothe Jimin's nerves as he watched the younger omega stand in the crowd, smiling bashfully."You—You couldn't have told me?" He nearly barked to his mate, who snorted.Namjoon looked to Eunmi, and then did the same. His heart jumped in his chest as he watched the young omega boy, Kiha, hug his little girl—or rather, his little girl swallow him in a tight hug. His heart fluttered, and he realised it wasn't rushed or decided by big oafs in Namjoon's ministries, it was predestined love—his child was in love.Jimin slowly sunk back into his seat, hand pulling on Namjoon's as Eunmi's fell from his own grip. Eunwoo wiggled in Jimin's hold, a little cry falling from his lips. Jimin shushed the babe at his chest until he was silent again. He giggled at the little baby as he fell asleep once more. He looked back up and the two young children that he loved with all his heart greeting the crowd with enthusiasm as they cheered and screamed praises to their princess and her chosen mate.He would remain focused on Eunwoo, and Namjoon, who seemed to cause him more trouble than either of his children... After the ceremonies and dinners, Eunmi returned with Jimin to his and Namjoon's room rather than hers. She knew Jimin had been completely anxious for the two years that she was taken from him. Eunmi knew, and she tried to keep his anxieties at bay."I hope you aren't upset with me." She said, closing the door as Haeil stood outside, Namjoon had pressing matters to attend.Jimin chuckled, setting little Eunwoo onto the covers of his bed. "Of course, I'm not. I was surprised, of course when you..."Eunmi grew quiet with Jimin as he fell into a hum, petting Eunwoo's little head as he smacked his gums. Jimin smiled at him, remembering when Eunmi when she was just a young as his littler pup."I'm sorry, I just—""Eunmi, darling," Jimin chuckled, "I can see it in your eyes, you love him."She smiled, "I-I do."Jimin gestured to the younger, telling her to come. She did, she pushed herself into Jimin's arms and pet Eunwoo's head with a little giggle. "He's so cute.. I think he looks like you."Jimin smiled and nodded softly, "yes, how is your tattoo healing?" Jimin asked, subconsciously feeling his own prickle on his back. It was a giant, long dragon that spanned the length of his entire spine and covered many of the scars that stretched across his shoulders. Namjoon would caress the coloured skin while they laid together, intimate and so in love. He'd press his lips to the small of his back where the dragon's tail ended and then trail more up the twists and turns.Jimin remembered it hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to many things he'd been through despite the pricking every time the small point of the stone would puncture his soft skin and even the thick scars.Eunmi smiled brightly, "it's healing perfectly." She said, lifting her linen shirt to reveal the hand sized dragon that was etched on her hip so delicately.Jimin hummed, happily. "I'm glad, does it hurt?" He asked, but Eunmi simply shook her head."I can take it," she assured him as if she'd grown up in the past year alone.Jimin grew silent. His mind dwelling on things that probably weren't good, but Eunmi's hand came to rest in his and he snapped his head up to his first born."Eunmi, do you remember the song I made for you when you were a pup?" Jimin asked, and she snapped her neck up to him, a smile gracing her lips.She hummed a melody, and Jimin felt his body heat up and his tummy boil with happiness. "I want you to be your light, baby.." He sang softly and she gave a fond hum.The door to the room opened, and Namjoon stepped in hastily. He looked up, surprised to see Eunmi there as he loosened his belt. He remained silent, but slunk over to the bed settling down and smoothing a hand down Jimin's spine while his other whisked across Eunwoo's belly. Jimin grabbed his mate's hand tightly while Eunmi continued to hum.The three continued singing to the lullaby Jimin made. Their voices coming together, and Namjoon making Eunmi laugh as she tried to sing. Eunwoo cooed softly, eyes blinking open slowly. He was so tiny, Jimin couldn't help but wrap his fingers around the little pup's teeny tiny hand. It curled around his own and he showed his gums to Jimin with sparkling eyes. Jimin smiled and continued singing. All of them were together and it was perfect. Jimin never thought it could be true. He still thought he might be dreaming, but for once, he didn't really want to wake up.
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Things went well for years and years, although Jimin no longer bore children for Namjoon, they kept it up quite regularly. It was all still so enjoyable for the both of them. Jimin's skin was just as soft, just as dewy when he got excited. Namjoon was still so gentle, if not more gentle.The only time Jimin had ever seen the aggressive side of his alpha was during war meetings or ruts. Ruts were the most exhilarating experiences of Jimin's life—mainly because he didn't remember most heats where he'd be forced to beg Namjoon for a knot. He remembered every bit of Namjoon's ruts from the rough, quick movements to the ferocious growls that always managed to slip out. Namjoon would hold Jimin down as if the omega would run away from him and during the breaks he did get, the fruit the servants brought tasted even more sweet. He especially loved the after care, when Namjoon came back to normal, passing his rut, simply sleeping with Jimin in his arms for days—ignoring his emperor duties and leaving them to, now seventeen year old Eunmi.That wasn't why Jimin was excited though. Jimin was excited because it was the last day of their month's journey to the south. Namjoon had business at the southern base where so many of Jimin's memories were made—he was especially excited to see the ocean again, excited to show his little pup's how big and vast it is.Eunmi was much too large for Jimin to hold in his arms, but Eunwoo was still only the small age of five. The little boy practically clung to Jimin, always sitting in his lap while playing with a little notebook, finding something interesting on Jimin's hands or in his father's hair, and even just sleeping there, nuzzled into Jimin's chest.Eunmi often grew jealous of her little brother occasionally, pouting across from them as she sat beside Namjoon, who was busy with paper that she was supposed to be helping with. She still had a very long time until she would proceed the throne, but Namjoon wanted to teach her right and teach her early. Eunmi certainly didn't mind. She was always telling Jimin how she was going to rule with a righteousness just like Namjoon. They both knew she was perfect to lead.Jimin hugged Eunwoo tight as he slept soundly against Jimin's collar bones, and then Eunmi—even Namjoon was a little jealous of the five year old. Dalgubeol was their last bed to sleep in, and it was a week ago. All of them were tired, and Jimin offered a sense of homeyness that the carriage pillows didn't have.It was spacious, but Jimin didn't have time to think about it as the carriage stopped. He rubbed Eunwoo's back gently as he squirmed in his slumber. Meanwhile, Eunmi stepped behind Namjoon, who was slowly climbing out of the carriage.Namjoon turned back to Jimin, "wait here for a moment." He smiled, and Jimin nodded silently.He, too, was extremely tired. The endless rocking of the carriage and Eunwoo's endless moving gave him no time to lay his head down to rest. Namjoon popped a head back in with a giant smile, and held a hand out to Jimin, who was still adjusting the sleepy child to rest on his hip.Eunwoo's head popped up, eyes still shut and crusted with sleep, his cute little lips pouted as he jerked his heavy head around to see what was happening. When he saw Jimin was stepping out, he grabbed onto his father tightly, so Jimin couldn't put him down. The omega sighed softly with a small laugh."I'll need a nap when we get inside." He said to Namjoon, who chuckled.Jimin took his mate's hand and as carefully as he could with Eunwoo in his arms, stepped out of the carriage. He looked around to see the usual line up of soldiers awaiting him and the rest of him family. They bowed and Jimin couldn't help but bow back, he still wasn't used to it.Eunmi was though, she walked with confidence, holding Namjoon's hand as they entered the walls of the military base. Jimin had heard the nearby village turned into a city since they'd been there. He was told it was big and beautiful and prosperous. He would have to go see it while they were there.Greeting the royal family, were two of the six ministers, new and improved after two had conspired to get rid of Jimin, despising his background—a slave. Of course, they were given a sentence, lives spared at the kindness of Jimin. Both Eunmi and Namjoon wanted them dead.The new ministers were kind, and also of servant descent, like Jimin.The family was greeted and given their rooms. Ever since presenting, Eunmi was given her own room. Eunwoo had his own but often wondered out and into his parents'. One night was a disaster, Eunwoo had gotten lost after leaving his room—unable to find their room at the tiny age of three. After Jimin's omegean instinct kicked in and he found his pup crying loudly two halls form his room, he insisted that they move his pup's room closer. Therefore, Eunwoo always had the room closest to Namjoon and Jimin's.It was the same at the southern base as well. Everything was the same, small, narrow hallways; the dining hall was still packed full of many tables if not more now; and the stables were still manned by Sunmi—Dawon was there as well, serving as the commanding alpha of the base.Jimin had hugged them both religiously when they reunited again. They'd come to the wedding the last time Jimin saw them. Maybe once or twice they sent a letter, and Jimin sent one back smiling.The old military base brought back so many memories. Good and bad."Jimin?" The omega's attention was whisked onto Namjoon as he stepped in after putting Eunwoo to sleep in his room. "You look like you're overthinking again. Is something wrong?"Jimin smiled to himself remembering so much. He remembered the first time he saw the base. His arse hurt and he was riding on a horse, feet cut up, hair chopped sloppy, and cheeks stained with dirt and tears. It sent shivers up his spine. He also remembered the time Namjoon had killed that man. It was all so red and horrifying. Jimin hadn't seen Namjoon kill in a long time. He'd seen his vision full of rage a few more times, but there was no more unnecessary death. A happy memory came to mind. It was about Namjoon telling him about his family, his past, and his sister, Eunmi. That was the first time they'd ever kissed. It was the first time he felt real butterflies in his tummy."This place just brings back so many memories." He hummed with a small laugh. His eyes were focused on the fire that was going in front of the desk."Good or bad?"Jimin shrugged. "Both."Namjoon pulled on his mate's chin, forcing Jimin's eyes onto his. "This is where I first fell in love with you.." He muttered, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jimin's lips that set fire to the rest of his body. "This is where we had our first kiss, too." He chuckled, and Jimin snuck up to catch his lips, so the alpha could no longer tease him.The younger gasped into the kiss when Namjoon lifted him from the chair he was sat in. Jimin giggled, able to pull his lips away to giggle. "The first time I got mad at you." He smirked, and Namjoon rolled his eyes while laying the omega back onto the bed.Jimin stretched his body out, letting his already loosened robes come undone and reveal his chest. Namjoon sucked in a breath, pushing fingers over the small stretch marks caused by his two pregnancies. At first, Jimin was extremely subconscious, thinking Namjoon would find him ugly, but a long night of love making changed that.Namjoon knelt down pressing a sweet kiss to the marks, and Jimin keened. "When did you fall in love with me, little dove?"Jimin smiled at the long lasting nickname. He searched his memories and found certain things, but much of it was clouded by his fear. "When you first told me about Eunmi." He said and Namjoon raised his brows. "The sparkle and emotion in your eyes made my heart flutter." He smiled and Namjoon grabbed his lips into a more intimate kiss.Slowly, a tongue got involved, and Jimin was making quiet noises into his mouth as Namjoon sucked on his tongue, fingers touching his sensitive skin where he knew Jimin liked. Just as the robes got dismantled and tangled, there was tiny, familiar knock on the door. They knew by how gentle it was, that Eunwoo was on the other side, probably scared.Jimin had to push Namjoon off of him when the pup knocked just a bit louder a second time. He stammered to a stand, hissing silently for Namjoon to get his clothes on his he pulled his own back on. Namjoon did as he was told quickly while Jimin quickly opened the door.Almost immediately, little, five year old Eunwoo rushed into his father's arms, hugging his legs tightly, face shoved into his thigh as he shook. It was his usual routine, of course. Jimin slipped his arms around the pup and pulled him up with a grunt. He was getting heavier."I'm scared, papa." He whispered, now shoving his face into Jimin's neck with a sniffle.Jimin smiled and smoothed a hand across his back as he slowly calmed his shaking down. "It's okay, baby. There's nothing to be scared of, you're safe, see?" He said, and Eunwoo peered at his father from his place in his neck.The pup just nodded slowly and turned back, wrapping arms around the omega's neck. Jimin bounced him gentle for a moment before stepping towards the door. "why don't we go back and—""No!" Eunwoo nearly shouted, frightening Jimin to stare at him. The baby boy had eyes full of tears, cheeks red, and bottom lip quivering. He was really scared.Jimin gave a little smile before beginning to wipe the tears that fell down his plump little cheeks. The omega cooed, "what's wrong, is it too dark?" He asked.Eunwo nodded. "It's dark and scary."Jimin giggled and gave his pup's armpits a little tickle until he, too, giggled. "Why don't you sleep in here with us?" He asked, and Namjoon moaned from the bed. Jimin pressed his nose against Eunwoo's, then his forehead. "Your daddy hates to share the bed, so he might just squish you." Jimin said, playfully.Eunwoo laughed out loud with that precious child's laughter that made Jimin's heart flutter. "Daddy won't! He won't!" Eunwoo insisted, and Jimin smiled at him."Alright, alright." Jimin carried Eunwoo over to their bed.At home it wouldn't have been a problem, but the bed at the base was a bit smaller. Eunwoo was small though. He was noticeably smaller than Eunmi was, and Jimin could just tell he was going to present as an omega, and he swore he'd be there for it this time. No stealing his child away from him for two years, no, no.Eunwoo crawled in between Jimin and Namjoon before quickly falling asleep. Jimin faced Namjoon, the older watching as his mate rubbed the little pup's belly gentle. Jimin's smile was subconscious but highly contagious.-Eunwoo was a little too excited to be riding a horse. He kept squirming and bouncing up and down as he sat in front of Jimin, the older holding him tightly. Beside him, Eunmi had her own silver spotted horse, who she loved very much. Kiha was on a ginger horse to Eunmi's left while Namjoon sat on Jimin's right, playing with Eunwoo as he giggled.Jimin put a hand on the smaller pup's head, tousling the hair. "Stop bouncing, Eunwoo." He scolded and the younger did immediately with a pout.The rambunctious generals were on the rear, newly mated Seokjin and Yoongi half-arguing, half-flirting about something while Hoseok watched with loving eyes. Hyerin stayed at the palace in Hanseong, tending to a sickness. It was just a cold, nothing to worry about. Jeongguk and Taehyung were watching the three while laughing. Occasionally Jeongguk jumped in, attempting to rile up Seokjin about something or other. Inevitably, Jimin watched as the younger general was chased off out of the tree line by the oldest, yelling and laughing while Seokjin shouted at him.It made all of them laugh, but both Eunwoo and Eunmi were filled with awe as they, too, stepped out of the trees and onto soft sand. Eunmi made a noise, Kiha, too, as the ocean sparkled and glimmered so brightly in the spring sun. Eunwoo was trying to stand up, annoying Jimin to the point that he flicked the pup into settling back down, but he started bouncing again.Jimin squeezed his legs to make the horse go a bit faster after Eunmi and Kiha sped up as well, too excited about the ocean to take it slow. Meanwhile, Eunwoo was having a fit in his lap, constantly wriggling, whining, and pleading Jimin to put him down.Finally, once close enough, Jimin passed Eunwoo to Namjoon, who was already off his horse. The emperor took the smaller, still wiggling child and set him down. Like a flash of light, Eunwoo was gone, running towards the giant body of water that his sister and future brother-in-law were splashing in.Namjoon helped Jimin down carefully, and they both looked to Eunwoo, who was almost there. They saw it coming, really they did, but for some reason they didn't prepare. Eunwoo ran straight into the water, boots, riding plants, and blouse still on as he face planted into the water. His sister scolded him, pulling him out of the water. She had her pants rolled up, the boots sitting just barely out of reach of the waves that were crashing against the sand. It was low-tide Jimin notice as he and Namjoon both groaned at their soaking wet child, who continued to make himself even more wet splashing Eunmi and Kiha, who squealed with giggles.Jimin turned to Haeil, who was bringing up the rear with towels, snacks, and blankets strapped all over his horse. He was out of his normal armour and enjoying the spring sun and beach breeze as it slivered through his brown hair.Jimin grabbed a blanket, spreading it on the sand and using rocks Namjoon found to hold it in place, while Taehyung came up, setting the basket of food onto the centre of the blanket. Haeil brought over a few easy to carry pillows he'd picked up before they left, passing them to Namjoon, who gave them to Jimin.Jimin gladly took them, setting up a little seat for himself to lean back on. He then slipped his own shoes and socks off before stepping towards the waterline with Taehyung. Namjoon remained back, working on serious matters with the generals. He gave Eunmi a little time off to play with Jimin and Eunwoo instead of listen to the dull world of ship building and trade routes.Jimin took a few seconds to scold Eunwoo before playing with the excited five year old. He taught Eunmi and Eunwoo many things he'd read about the ocean. About how it went on forever and connected to other lands, some lands were even made of gold. Those were Eunwoo's favourite stories. He loved to hear about how the gold sparkled and how there were mages that could turn people into frogs. Hours of playing passed and almost everyone but Eunwoo decided to head back to the fort. (No doubt those three hooligan generals were going to make a mess of their room again that night). Namjoon and Haeil stayed with Jimin and Eunwoo, who refused to leave even though Jimin told him they'd come back soon. Now, the younger was completely tuckered out. He laid on top of Jimin, wrapped up in multiple towels and a blanket on top. He was asleep again, breathing heavy and completely wiped out. Jimin tried to move him a couple times, to which he didn't even wake up. A few times Jimin got scared, checked his pulse and forehead temperature, but everything was perfect. He was just exhausted."Maybe he'll sleep all night in his own room." Jimin sighed softly, looking to Namjoon, who was leaned back, watch the sunset drown the sky in pretty light purples and magentas.Namjoon chuckled, "doubtful."Jimin knew that was probably true. Eunwoo shifted on his chest, but remained asleep still. Jimin chuckled and. Namjoon pet his soft little cheeks that were bulging from his press against Jimin's body. The older alpha cooed at him as he slept, then moved his hand up to cup Jimin's cheek as well. "I love you, little dove. More than anything in the world."Jimin smiled, eyes glossing over. He leaned into Namjoon's touch, hearing his—or maybe it was his own, or even Eunwoo's heart beat stark in his ears. His heart fluttered so hard he nearly gasped, but bit his lips instead."I love you too, my dragon."
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Things had settled quite a bit after Jimin gave birth to little Eunmi. Twelve years passed with hardly a problem. Seokjin collected the money that each of the other General's owed to him from another bet they'd made. This one was about whether Daehee and Minah's newest addition would be an alpha or an omega. Seokjin won again. He was a beta. Namjoon even joined that one, and when he lost he claimed that Seokjin was simply a bored god taking advantage of humans. Seokjin laughed and collected the money.A few days later he'd finished counting the money he'd rightfully earned, and was happily ready to spend it on himself, when a knock lapped against his chamber doors. Frustrated that he hadn't even had time to finish pulling on his robes to travel into the city, he opened the door to his rooms, half naked with his sleep robe open. Yoongi stood there, eye level with the soft, bare skin on Seokjin's neck. Slowly, his eyes crept downwards to the latter's chest that looked just as creamy and just as soft as Yoongi had always imagined.Seokjin stiffened at seeing the smaller man. "Yoongi." He greeted, surprised.Yoongi wasn't one to visit him, but he supposed the slightly younger was still a bit in denial of losing the bet to Seokjin, of all people. The smaller general cleared his throat. "Are you busy?" He asked, cheeks dancing red as he tried to peel his eyes away from Seokjin's skin.Seokjin swallowed and shook his head. "No, I suppose not." He then chuckled and moved from his place by the door, allowing Yoongi entry into his chambers. "I was just getting ready to go into the market place. Jimin said he wanted to get some fresh air. It seems Namjoon's rut took it's toll on him last month." Seokjin explained, closing the door after Yoongi let himself inside.The younger chuckled. "Our Namjoon does know how to do that. He's also been pretty upset about Eunmi being taken by the nurses for presenting." Yoongi added on. It seemed the generals were always worrying for their Empress, probably a bit too much, even.Yoongi licked his lips as he watched Seokjin strip himself of his sleeping robes, leaving his entire body bare. Nudity wasn't really a thing in their military. Betas and alphas showered together changed together, when they got lonely, they occasionally slept together. It wasn't strange for Seokjin to be so comfortable with his display of skin, especially in front of Yoongi, but Yoongi couldn't help the way he wanted to touch that skin. Wanted to have himself pressed between two alphas in their ruts. Hoseok and Seokjin together—with him—what a dream.Yoongi sighed at the thought, and Seokjin turned to him while he pulled on a purple, daytime casual robe. Jimin had told them many, many times, he didn't like the attention of the market people when they went out, cloaked in their military garbs and stoic faces. Seokjin was told to dress casual, like he and Jimin were simply regular customers, looking to buy.The elder turned to Yoongi, who was beaming red with the embarrassment of his own thoughts. "What did you want? I know I'm good looking, but Yoongi, you can't just come to watch me undress." He said, and Yoongi's brows furrowed tightly at the absurd accusation."Hoseok and I would like to join you and the Empress!" Yoongi blurted.Seokjin turned completely around, eyes large as Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek. "You'll have to ask Jimin-ah, not me. I'm sure he'll allow it—"Yoongi nodded, immediately turning around to leave. "I will." He huffed out, obvious embarrassed like he was caught red handed."Yoongi," Seokjin's smooth, charming voice had the younger snapping his head around, with big, curious eyes. "May I ask, why?"Yoongi stammer, stumbling and fumbling over his own words. How was he supposed to tell him? No, what was he supposed to tell him? That he and Hoseok found the latter most attractive and want to share his bed? Yoongi thought not.Yoongi searched for an explanation, but Seokjin had a look about him as if he already knew. A smirk edged on the corners of his lips, and his brows perking up slightly. "I—We," he quickly corrected with a nervous stutter, "are worried about Jimin-ah. That's all." He managed to fling from his mouth, but Seokjin knew.He hummed, acting as if he was clueless to Yoongi and Hoseok's advances. Hyerin was quickly falling in love with an alpha soldier under Hoseok's watch, and she was happy that way. Hoseok didn't get in the way of her affairs and she stayed out of his. It was after all a mate that was simply to save her, but the bite couldn't be undone.Seokjin certain didn't mind the advances from Yoongi and Hoseok. They were close friends, and they could become even closer if they wanted. Seokjin would not mind becoming closer, not at all. Hoseok was a walking dream and Yoongi, too. He'd always been more attracted to alphas and betas. Omegas were never an interest to him, which made the latter valuable to Jimin and Namjoon both."Alright well, you can go ask Jimin. If he says yes, we leave in an hour at the northern gate." Seokjin said while tying his fabric belt around his slim waist. Yoongi watched him closely, eyeing the way his fingers worked the fabric and pulled. Seokjin noticed. Yoongi was so incredibly see through. Yoongi stepped through the halls, about ready to ring his own neck with a sword. He calmed himself down quickly, finding himself standing outside of a dressing room used by Jimin only. His knuckles lapped against the door and a familiar face answered instead of a handmaid. Taehyung peaked his head out and then smiled a big, boxy smile to Yoongi."Yoongi-hyung," He chuckled with a smiley expression, "What's the matter? Do you need to see Jiminie?" He asked, and Yoongi nodded swiftly. Taehyung pushed his head back through the crack. "Jimin, can Yoongi-hyung speak with you for a moment?"Yoongi heard a voice, then some shuffling before Taehyung finally popped his head back through and opened the door for the older. Yoongi gave him a smile as well, his embarrassment still at large. He didn't spot Jimin, only a large changing wall with robes and clothes thrown over it. Taehyung sat himself down on a small, plush seat after closing the door behind Yoongi."What is it, hyung?" He heard Jimin ask from behind the changing wall. Handmaids were quickly dressing him behind the wall.Yoongi cleared his throat, stepping forward. "How are you feeling, Your Majesty—""Please, with the titles." Jimin begged as he stepped out from behind the bamboo boards. He was dressed in a fine hanbok with light blues to royal, dark blues. Around his neck a pretty white fabric was tied into a bow. He had a weak smile on his face, probably from all of the stress he faced. He was also exhausted from the emperor's long rut last month. It always took longer to recover than Yoongi imagined."Jiminie," Yoongi corrected with a shy smile forming on his lips.Jimin smiled much bigger now, feeling happy with the change. He really hated titles. "That's much better. We spent an entire month together in the back of a carriage, you'd think we were on a first name basis, right, hyung?" He spouted to himself, becoming much more mouthy since his pregnancy, especially to the ministers.Yoongi snorted and stepped forward while Jimin waved the handmaids away from him. They left, leaving Yoongi with only Taehyung and Jimin. He felt much more comfortable that way. "Hoseok and I would like to attend your market visit." He hummed, expecting a blunt yes, but instead"Why?" He snapped, and Yoongi's eyes bulged from his skull in surprise. "I have Seokjin-hyung to protect me, I don't need an entire squadron to—""It will be as company, Jimin-ah." Yoongi said, interrupting him. "We're worried about you."Jimin's face immediately turned red with embarrassment, and Taehyung laughed. "I'm sorry." Jimin squeaked, turning his head away. "Of course you can come." He sighed softly.Yoongi could tell something was obviously wrong. He took a step forward, worried about the omega. "Jimin, is something wrong?" He asked, and JImin stiffened. "Did that big oaf, Namjoon, say something? I ought to—"Jimin laughed and quickly shook his head. "No, no. Namjoon has done nothing. It's just—" he bit his lip, hard, "Eunmi. I miss her. I wanted to be there for her when she—"Ah. The Princess. She'd gone into a secluded part of the palace to live for a year until she presents. On her birthday, she would be presented to the court and even her parents as an alpha, beta, or omega. Yoongi was looking forward to betting with Seokjin this time. He learned after two times of betting that Seokjin was always right.Yoongi smiled. "You don't have to worry about the Princess, Jiminie. She's perfectly fine, the nurses are keeping her well looked after." Jimin's head snapped up to him, eyes full of worry."Really? Have you seen her?" He asked, voice cracking, and Yoongi felt himself pause with a nervous expression.He shook his head and Jimin dejected his own. "No, but I'm sure she's perfectly fine."Taehyung nodded. "Kiha presented only a few weeks ago. An omega." He smiled brightly.Kiha was the adopted child Taehyung and Jeongguk had taken in. The young boy was loved around the palace, and Eunmi used to play with him constantly before being whisked away to the inner palace. Jimin tried to visit many times, but Namjoon always whisked him away before he could interrupt.Jimin didn't look any more leased after that. He only looked more miserable. Yoongi furrowed his brows. "Is there something else?" Yoongi asked, troubled by his misery.Jimin shook his head, but Taehyung stood. "Minister Jaewoo and Changmin have been giving Jiminie trouble lately." Taehyung blurted, and Jimin glared at the brunette."It's nothing I can't handle." Jimin said, quickly changing the topic. "It'll be time to go soon. I still need to get shoes on." He said, pushing Yoongi out into the hallway, while Taehyung waved goodbye to him.Yoongi bowed before Jimin quickly pressed the door shut again. Yoongi found himself wobbling back to his own room. He stepped inside and was met with a familiar musk of spice. "Hoseok." He called out, and the alpha wrapped his arms around Yoongi from behind with a sharp laughter after the older startled."Do you want me to stab you?" Yoongi croaked out, angrily.Hoseok quickly backed off and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess not." He smiled before following the elder to the large closet of his chambers. "Well, what did he say?" Hoseok asked, intrigued."We can go, but you'll have to change out of those military robes and into something more casual." He said while pulling a casual hanbok from his own closet full of robes.Hoseok cocked a brow. "Why? Jimin doesn't want to be seen again?" He asked.Yoongi nodded with a sigh. "I'm worried about him, Hoseok. Taehyung said Jaewoo and Changmin were giving him trouble." He hummed with a worried knit in his brows.Hoseok laughed. "Those old bastards?" He placed his hands onto Yoongi's shoulders, kneading out the kinks and spasms until the older was groaning loudly. "Jimin-ah can eat them alive. Did you see what he did to Lord Singh?" He asked with a snort.Everyone knew what happened to Minah's father. Namjoon had professed it proudly at a war meeting, telling everyone not to fuck with his Empress. He was so proud of Jimin for threatening the older, dumber alpha. Yoongi didn't blame him for being proud. It was impressive."Yes, but Lord Singh was an idiot. This is Jaewoo and Changmin we're talking about. They have influence. They could hurt Jimin.""Do you think they would dare to hurt the Emperor's mate, Yoongi?" Hoseok asked, a bit more stern than before. He took Jimin's safety very seriously.Yoongi bit his lip, enjoying the way Hoseok's seriousness permeated the air around them. "I'm not sure. We'll need to keep an eye on them still." He answered, trying hard not to be distracted by that look on Hoseok's face. Hoseok kept a firm eyes on Jimin as he glided through the city's market place. It was lined with booths full of everything from seafood broils to 'enchanted' frog toes. It was hard not to look at Jimin because even in casual wear, the omega was beautiful beyond compare. His robes still looked rich beyond belief as well. Straight from the palace court.Hoseok could spot the crooks in the crowd from a mile away as Jimin pointed out countless little trinkets to the three disguised Generals. They all answered Jimin enthusiastically every time, but Seokjin seemed to be the most into his role.He was all over the place, buying things from vendors and making Jimin giggle vividly as he joked about how some of the crazier people looked. It made them all happy to see Jimin smiling. He enjoyed his time in the city, and Yoongi enjoyed being able to flirt endlessly with both Seokjin and Hoseok. Surprisingly, Hoseok and Seokjin flirted back.Jimin seemed oblivious to the flirting as he scampered off to between a small rug covered vendor that was selling jewelry and another selling coffee beans from the Americas. Meanwhile, Seokjin began playing with Yoongi's hair, teasing him about how lightly coloured it was in the summertime. Hoseok snickered, talking noisily about how Yoongi took so many showers he could hardly count. Yoongi went on to explain that Hoseok's head could be full of fleas with how few showers he took, but the younger quickly attempted to defend himself, saying soldiers weren't taught to take showers.Hoseok glanced around to keep an eye on Jimin while they jested, but he couldn't find him. The younger grabbed Seokjin's arm and started walking around, trying to find Jimin by his dark black hair and blue and white robes.All three of them were suddenly scared. Their blood running cold, and hands clammy."Jimin?" Hoseok called out for the younger Empress, a worried frown draped across his face tightly.There was no answer.Yoongi broke away, looking into the vendor shops that were just big enough to hide the boy. He thought maybe the Empress found something that caught his eyes and ran off blindly. It didn't matter, Jimin wasn't there in their sights, and they were worried. They weren't worried about what Namjoon would do to them if he got hurt. They were truly worried about Jimin.The worst possibilities came to mind as Seokjin rushed all around, asking the busy vendors if they'd seen where a pretty little omega had run off to. None of them seemed to know. The city was ruthless, what if Jimin was taken by underground omega dealers—something Haeil was charged with investigating and exterminating. What if he'd been dragged to an desolate part of the markets and some desperate alpha had their way. What if he was being robbed as they—Seokjin turned down an alley of the market place to see a figure hunched over at the end of the dead end path. Seokjin's whole body sagged at the sight."Jimin-ah!" He called out, voice cracking in relief.The younger was hunched over, his dark black hair and silky blue hanbok stark against the wooden shops and houses. The boy turned his head to the older and a smile danced across his lips."Hyung, look what I've found." He giggled, happily, looking down something dug into the dirt of the ground.Seokjin slipped towards the boy and peered over him to see a huddle of tiny kittens, nest dug into the ground. "He yers?" A man's voice asked, tugging Seokjin's eyes up to a man, who stood in the doorway of his home, staring at Jimin with predatory eyes.Seokjin scowled, stepping in front of Jimin with a sneaky hand on the bade at his hip. "Yes." He simply said, while Jimin's eyes slipped up to the man, big and wide.Jimin stood. "Are these kittens yours, sir?" Jimin asked, and the man glanced to the kittens before staring back at Jimin through Seokjin's shoulder.He nodded. "I killed their mum, so I guess I am." Seokjin and Jimin both stiffened at his words. Those kittens were hardly old enough to be away from their mother that seemed to be missing. "What about 'em? I was just gettin' ready to get rid of 'em, too. There's too many around 'ere." He asked, brows cocking in interest.Jimin took a step forward, and Seokjin was careful to keep an eye on the man, who smirked down at Jimin. "I'd like to take them. Since they don't have a mother, they'll die. I—""Good." The man blurted with a chuckle. "Like I said, too many around 'ere."Jimin shook his head, fists forming by his sides. "No, I want to take them." He said, leaning back over them to carefully, delicately pick the tiny babies up.Seokjin turned to the younger with a frown. "Jimin-ah."The man stepped down from his door step with an almighty grin strung across his face. He stared down at Jimin as he placed the tiny, squeeing kittens into the soft fabric of his hanbok. "Seokjin-hyung, go buy something to place them in." He demanded, forgetting all about the man above.Seokjin couldn't move. Not with this oaf looking at Jimin like that. Just then, Hoseok and Yoongi stepped around the corner, frantic and hair standing on the back of their necks. They could smell Seokjin's disgust from a mile away, it seemed."Jimin!" They both cried out, quickly stepping down the alley's dead end.Jimin peered up to them after he was able to place the newborn kitten's into his sleeve. "Hyung, please. I'd like to bring the kittens home with us." Jimin said before turning to the city man with a deep frown. "Excuse us, sir." He said, but Seokjin quickly turned to him with furrowed brows."Jimin, you can't just—"Yoongi and Hoseok gave the man a glare as he smirked. "Tell ye what, little omega, I'll let you take the li'l shits.." Jimin felt his chest lift slightly, "if you lay with me." He smiled, showing his nasty teeth.Everyone stiffened, the two alphas blocking Jimin from the disgusting man, sneering angrily. "Don't speak to your Empress in such a way." Hoseok growled out, a threat in his tone.The other's eyes grew large, but he didn't look too surprised. "Well, if that's the case, I'll cut 'em some slack." He hummed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "Show me your cunt, and I'll let it slide."Jimin flinched backwards, holding the kittens tight to his chest. Yoongi grabbed the knife from his hip tightly. "Shall I cut out his tongue, Your Majesty?"Jimin shook his head, quickly walking away—back towards the market from which they came. He looked pale and was walking fast. Hoseok lingered while Seokjin and Yoongi caught up to him, peering down to the kittens nestled against him, content like he was their mother.Hoseok quickly caught up to them after giving the man a threatening gaze. "Jimin-ah, what were you thinking?" He hissed, but Jimin ignored him."I heard them crying. I had to go make sure they were okay." He explained as if it was all okay now.Hoseok stepped around to Jimin's front, holding his shoulders tightly. "Jimin, please. The city is dangerous." He scolded, and Jimin swallowed at the scary gaze from the older.He nodded slowly. "Okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you all, I won't run off again." He apologised, truly feeling bad that they'd worried so much over him.Hoseok peered to the three kittens. They were all calico designs, save for a little black cat, squirming against the pit of his elbow. He sighed softly. "They are cute." He huffed. "Let's get something to hold them in, then, shall we?" He hummed, and Jimin smiled brightly.It was just what the younger needed. He'd just lost his child for a year, and needed another. The kittens would be a pleasant placeholder for Eunmi until her next birthday. Hoseok stepped towards a blanket dealer and tossed a gold coin, picking up one of the blankets. He was well over paying, but he had money to spare.Hoseok laid the blanket over his arms, holding them out for Jimin to place to squirming, squealing kittens into. Jimin did with a giant smile stoked across his face. Hoseok chuckled as the kits wiggled in the blanket, but held on tightly. The other two laughed at seeing the fierce general carrying an arm full of kittens, Jimin beaming by his side."Let's return to the palace and nurse them back to health." Jimin proclaimed, and the three kept a much closer eyes on him as they walked to the palace's southern gate.It was true, one would never get bored with Jimin by their side. The boy was a trouble magnet. While Jimin was speaking with the nurses and handmaids about the tiny kittens, Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi retreated to Emperor's study. It was a big room full over couches, books, and small games to entertain with. Only the Emperor and the Generals were allowed entry, and Jimin, of course."You know, I'm due for a rut any day now." Hoseok said, falling down onto the couch.Seokjin nodded. "Me too. It would be a shame if they happen to fall on the same week." Seokjin cast a wink towards the other alpha, while Yoongi's heart was a stampede in his chest. "Both of you?" He asked after a long silence.They both nodded in unison, acting as if there was nothing strange or important of the sort. Ruts were normal, heats were normal. In fact, Jimin was due for a heat any time as well. Namjoon would be thrilled to take a break from his duties t be with his mate for three, long days."Both," Seokjin hummed out with a longing sigh.Yoongi swallowed. It was perfect. Too perfect.Yoongi slimmed his eyes, unbelieving. He thought maybe they were playing a trick on him. "You're lying." He blurted.Seokjin's gaze flipped onto Yoongi, who stiffened. "Well, I don't believe so."Hoseok chuckled. "It's true, Yoongi-hyung."Well," Yoongi chirped, a giant smile forming on his reddening cheeks, "Why don't all three of us spend it together?" He asked as if it was just a simple thing. As if it wasn't going to be the three of them pining for each other. As if he wasn't going to be pressed against both of them. As if all three of them were mated.Such things weren't unusual. Emperors often had five or six omegas during their ruts. So why couldn't the three of them? Yoongi asked himself.Neither of them looked surprised by Yoongi's outburst. They just looked at each other before turning back to Yoongi. "Are you sure about that?" Seokjin asked, leaning forward. "Two alphas? One beta?" He hummed, voice so deliciously sweet and alluring in the room that was filling with incense.Yoongi paused. He was unsure for a moment before nodding. "I'm sure. Hoseok is two alhas in himself during a rut." Yoongi explained, promptly crossing his arms tightly over his chest.The two alphas looked at each other as if they'd won a victory. Hoseok leaned back, putting his arms back and giving Yoongi a lustful look. Yoongi felt like he was being undressed by them both right there in the study. "Alright. The three of us, then."-The time came when both Hoseok and Seokjin were in rut, and Yoongi scampered through the halls of the palace with excitement hot on his heal. the young beta stood outside of the chambers that were specifically designed for rutting alphas. He could smell the tang from Seokjin and the spice from Hoseok riding through the air. Yoongi knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately.Hoseok stood there, eyes wild, cheeks red, and lips already swollen. Yoongi could see Seokjin already sitting on the bed further in the room. "About goddamn time." He growled, yanking Yoongi into the room by the collar of his robes.Yoongi gasped, quickly catching his feet to fall into Hoseok's arms. The younger grabbed the older's lips, kissing him until his lips grew sore and swollen like Hoseok's were. Yoongi wrapped his arms around Hoseok, who simply grabbed and pulled at the robes that trapped him in. Meanwhile, Seokjin was climbing up from the bed to join them. Th eldest wrapped a tight, tight arm around Yoongi's waist, pulling the thick robes form his body as he licked, kissed, and sucked the supple skin on Yoongi's neck.The smallest general gasped, a low groan falling form his lips. His dream was coming true. Having himself sandwiched between two of the most gorgeous alphas in the entire country. It was a dream come true. Yoongi never thought it would happen.Yoongi could already feel Hoseok reaching a hand back, fingers rolling across Yoongi's, now, bare cheeks. His mouth popped off of Yoongi's and he looked to Seokjin as Yoongi grabbed the younger's member in his hands tightly, pulling and twisting a palm around the shaft gracefully."Get the oil vile, hyung." Hosoek said to Seokjin, who was quick to grab the vile of oil from the dresser beside the bed.Yoongi pressed kisses all up and down Hoseok's neck as the rutting alpha groaned, painfully aware of everything, especially Yoongi's fingers and the outline of Seokjin's naked body as he quickly stepped back towards them, spreading the oil against his fingers then snaking a hand down, down between Yoongi's legs.The beta keened, spreading his own cheeks to make it easier for Seokjin to lather the smaller up with oil. Hoseok then picked Yoongi up, hooking his arms under the beta's legs. Yoongi yelped with a gasp, but was thrown onto the bed below with a wild chuckle."Hyung, get under him, I'll stay on top." Yoongi bit his lip as Seokjin carefully moved the beta then pulled the slightly younger on top of him. They were both so excited, so full of energy and so ready to have their pain and desire chipped away piece by piece.Seokjin maneuvered himself, lining up his cock to Yoongi's heat. The oil was there, making it easier on all three of them. Meanwhile, Hoseok was kissing Yoongi so hard and so forcefully, his lip nearly bled. Yoongi gasped when he felt the eldest's member slowly moving inside. It stretched and stretched. Yoongi threw his head back, hardly able to just take that. He hadn't had sex since Hoseok's last rut.Seokjin soothed soft remedies into the smaller's ears as he slowly pushed further inside, unable to stop himself even if it hurt.Seokjin's hips bounced slightly, Yoongi's back pressed against his stomach and Hoseok leaned over the both of them, taking the time to kiss at Seokjin's mouth and jaw while Yoongi adjusted to the size with a long groan.After Seokjin was able to calm his thrusts and keep still inside of Yoongi, Hoseok moved closer. His own hands guided his member to sit on top of where Seokjin's was already half way inside, a knot already growing.Hoseok chuckled. "Already growing a knot, huh, hyung?" He laughed, and Seokjin whined softly, mouthing at Yoongi's neck helplessly.Hoseok was quick to press his own member inside with a bellowing groan at his throat. Yoongi stretched open to accommodate two alpha's throbbing members. Hoseok could feel Seokjin's twitching against his, and let out a long, string of curse words into Yoongi's forehead, kissing and grabbing a chunk of the light brown hair in his fists while beginning to move already, before Yoongi could even adjust.Yoongi cried out, pressing his palms against Hoseok's chest in an attempt to protest, but all that came out were groans and sounds of enjoyment. Hoseok moved quickly, rubbing against Seokjin's until he couldn't take it any longer.Seokjin began moving as well. The knot at the base of his cock throbbed, fully formed, but barely able to fit against Hoseok's. Seokjin moaned loudly, throwing his head back in awe as he slammed his hips up, catching both Hoseok and Yoongi off guard. The knot shoved its way inside, and Hoseok pressed his in as well. It was tight, and Yoongi felt an ache. For a long few moments it hurt badly, but he just bit his lip, letting his body take in the ache and stretch of two knots as their come slipped against his insides. He could feel it in his body. It felt terribly good. Too good. Way too good that it was sinful.The two alphas writhed in their heat, but the sweet release was enough to take some of the strain off of them. It would take much more than that to completely soothe the two alphas, and Yoongi didn't care how much longer. He just wanted more.-Weeks had passed since those three, wondrous days and the three were closer than ever before. But not everything was good for everyone. Things were brewing in the palace, bad, bad things were brewing.Yoongi pressed himself against the wall, listening as Minister Jaewoo spoke to the newest physician, Insik, in a hushed tone. Yoongi was pressed against the wall just outside of the physician's office."What of the Empress' condition, any news?" Jaewoo asked, and Yoongi listened closely.Jimin had grown very sick recently and no one could seem to figure out why. The head physician, Kyunghoon, was out on business, and all they had to rely on was the newest recruit, Insik. Yoongi didn't trust him, as he was recruited by Minister Jaewoo, specifically. It seemed his distrust was for good reason."He's bedridden." Insik said, tone stoic and unemotional. "He's vomitting constantly and losing weight rapidly."Minister Jaewoo hummed. "Will he make it?""Of course, he will. The boy is only pregnant again." He said, and Yoongi's body stiffened up.Why hadn't anyone been told? Why hadn't Jimin been told?Minister Jaewoo cursed. "I cant have that slave give birth to another heir."Yoongi felt his whole body clench up. They were talking about Jimin. Jimin, their Empress. Jimin was in danger."Get rid of him, Insik."Insik seemed to be astounded by this even. He paused, stammering in his speech. "But, sir, he's—he's pregnant. That's—""I don't care." Jaewoo said, stepping away and towards the door.Quickly, Yoongi hid himself around the corner, listening as Jaewoo fled in the opposite direction. Meanwhile, Yoongi listened as Insik swallowed thickly and fiddled with the bottles of medicine in his office. Yoongi couldn't believe it. He needed to get to Namjoon. He needed to get to Jimin immediately. He couldn't arrest Jaewoo on his own, he needed to think before he did—catch him before he could hurt Jimin and the child that was unknowingly within him.Yoongi stomped in the direction of Namjoon's office. His heel hit heavily against the floor, and he barged inside, passed the guards and the other Minister of defence, Jungwoo. A loyal supporter, but Yoongi was beginning to question all of the Ministers.Namjoon's head snapped up from the endless paperwork stacked in front of him. He furrowed his brows. "What's the matter, Yoongi?" He asked, and Yoongi tried to calm his breathing, looking to Seokjin and Hoseok, who were there on business."Where is Minister Jaewoo?" He asked, breath heaving and anger rising when he saw the older stand out from the table of Ministers.Jaewoo furrowed his brows tightly. "Arrest him." Yoongi demanded, and Jaewoo eyes nearly popped out of his skull in surprise."What?" Jaewoo practically screeched as Jeongguk and another soldier grabbed him, dragging him from the table.Namjoon stood, brows tightly furrowed and fists clenching by his sides. "Yoongi, what is the meaning of this?" Namjoon growled, angry.Oh, but he would be so much more angry.Yoongi ignored the Emperor, turning to Jaewoo, and growling in his face. "Why don't you tell him, Jaewoo?" He hissed, and the older looked like he was ready to get down on his knees and beg. "Why don't you tell them that you hired Physician Insik to make sure only you knew of the Empress' condition?" He cocked his head t the side, anger boiling in his stomach as he thought about Jimin being in danger again. "How you told the physician not to tell anyone that Jimin was pregnant? Or how you told Insik to get rid of Jimin before he could bear anymore heirs?"Yoongi shouted down to the man that melted in the grip of Jeongguk and the other soldier. Yoongi could see from the corner of his eye as Namjoon's face turn white with anger and red hot rage. His fists tightening until his knuckled turned completely white Jeongguk wrapped his arms tighter around the Minister, who shook his head."I-I did no such thing!" Jaewoo denied, but Namjoon didn't believe him."Put him in the dungeons." Namjoon demanded. "Keep him away from Jimin."Jaewoo protested, pushing his heels into the floor. "No, no! I was trying to save this dynasty! He was ruining everything!" He screamed, but was dragged away before he could yell anymore.Namjoon quickly brushed passed Yoongi, out of the war room, rushing down the hall quickly.Yoongi dragged the two other Generals with him running to Jimin's chambers. he was being kept far away from Namjoon's room, in fear of it being contagious, but it was obviously just the pregnancy taking it's toll on the omega.Yoongi passed Namjoon, turning the corner with a pale face.Haeil was standing outside with a stern expression draped across his scary face. Yoongi looked up at the giant that towered above. "Let me in, Haeil. Don't let anyone else inside—""Physician Insik asked for no interruptions—""Haeil, Jimin is pregnant, he plotted with Jaewoo to kill Jimin." Namjoon shouted, voice full of anger.Haeil stiffened, his body quickly turning around and bursting into the room. Namjoon stepped inside after him, watching as Insik froze where he sat on the edge of Jimin's bed. The omega's eyes were shut, and everyone's blood ran as cold as ice. Insik sat there with a guilty look looming over his expression. He turned to Haeil, who grabbed him, slinging him away from the omega.Namjoon fled to Jimin's side, grabbing his hand tightly. The younger stirred, eyes opening and lips parting."I couldn't do it." Insik admitted with a quivering lip. "I couldn't."Jimin gasped once he saw half of the palace in his room, staring down at him through heaving breaths and pale faces. "N-Namjoon," Jimin shook out, fearing what was happening.Namjoon just stared down at Jimin with glossy eyes. "Oh god. You're fine." He said, and grabbed Jimin's hand tightly."What's going on?" He asked, sitting up with all the strength he had.The generals all fell onto Jimin's bed, even Namjoon did, wrapping around him. "You're okay. Safe." Namjoon huffed with a long sigh as he kissed all of Jimin's knuckles one by one."Yes, Haeil, is right there." Jimin answered with a laugh.Namjoon looked up to him through wet eyes. "You're pregnant again." Namjoon said, avoiding to tell him that his life was just in danger to keep him calm.Jimin inhaled sharply, a subconscious hand rolling across his belly. "Pregnant?" Jimin looked up to the physician, who was being escorted out by Haeil. Jimin looked confused. "What happened?" It all calmed down. Jimin was told what happened, and he had to beg Namjoon not to kill Jaewoo, Changmin and Insik for what they'd done. Eventually, the older allowed them to live out their miserable lives in the black cells of the Hanseong jails.Nine months later, Eunwoo was born. Seokjin got another handful of coins, split by him and Yoongi, who bet with him—smartly.It was that day that Seokjin knocked on Yoongi's door. Yoongi opened it to see a giant smile draped across the older's face. Yoongi returned the smile. "Hyung, what is it?" He asked.The three had just been through another rut, but it was only Seokjin's this time. Hosoek was glad to join in, granted the three joined his a week or so later. Seokjin welcomed himself into Yoongi's chambers while babbling."I've thought of the most brilliant idea, Yoongi." He beamed, happily, and Yoongi couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was on about.Yoongi cocked his brow, confused and also concerned for what the older was planning. "What's that?" Yoongi asked, cautiously.Seokjin stepped forward, grabbing Yoongi's hands in his. "I've spoken with Hoseok. I want to mate you, Yoongi." He admitted, not even shy to the fact that he was courting the beta.Yoongi's entire face lit up a bright red, and he didn't even know if he was able to talk any longer. What the hell? Where did that come from? Yoongi said inside his mind.When he could finally speak again, he only muttered a small yelp of surprise. "What?"Seokjin's smile grew and he pressed a sweet kiss to the edge of Yoongi's lips. "Let's mate." He said again with a chuckle.Yoongi's lip quivered and he body grew hot. A smile grew and grew and grew onto his face as he slowly but surely nodded his head as an answer. Seokjin's smile, somehow, grew even brighter and he pressed his forehead against Yoongi's."We'll ask Namjoon and Jimin for the blessing right away." He said, dragging Yoongi along behind himself.Yoong mindlessly followed, still in shock of the older's sudden question. He was still daydreaming, wondering if everything was real when they stood outside of the room that had Jimin's scent all over it. Seokjin lapped knuckles against the door, listening as a newborn baby cooed inside, sleepily."Come inside." Namjoon's voice said, void of anything negative.Seokjin did as he was told. Throwing Yoongi forward and snapping the slightly younger boy from his daydreaming. Seokjin only smiled brightly, expecting the two to know exactly what was going on.Yoongi stared up at Jimin, who held the tiny baby to his chest, and Namjoon's fingers glided across the soft, soft black hair on the baby's head. It was only just born mere hours ago, but it came out with a lots of hair, more than Eunmi, even.Jimin giggled, pulling Namjoon to acknowledge the two love birds. He did with a smile still on his lips. Seokjin cleared his throat."What is it, Seokjin, Yoongi?" Namjoon asked, gleefully.Seokjin bowed deeply. "We would like your blessing to mate."Jimin gasped. "About damn time." He said, and Yoongi's eyes nearly shot from his skull. He knew?Of course he did. Everyone knew. It was no secret. Especially not now.Yoongi and Soekjin stood together, rather awkwardly, smiling brightly—like they'd won a prize."You have our blessing." Namjoon said, placing a kiss to Jimin's cheek then to his newest addition's tiny little head.Jimin smiled. "Always."