Arranged | Jinkook ✓

Chapter 13.0

A/N: There are very light mentions of suicide in this chapter!

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There were rays of sunlight falling down upon him, a welcome warmth from the cold ground on which he slept.

When had his eyes closed? He couldn't even remember anymore. Only that it had still be dark, dreary and cold and the next moment he was waking to the beautiful light of day.

Dirt had found it's way onto every part of his body, seeping up from where he had laid, his head cushioned by soft blades of over grown grass.

There were scrapes along the palms of his hands, and he barely recalled getting them. Until it all came rushing back, leaving him feeling dizzy and sick.

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There was no other way. This was the only choice. He wouldn't allow himself to be turned into one of them. Wouldn't let himself continue to be used like he was nothing more than cattle.

For years, his mother had hidden away the deep shame that came along with having him. Had found ways to fake the affliction he was meant to have, but had thankfully been born lacking.

Because the person who claimed to be his father actually wasn't. No, his mother's supposed husband wasn't even really that at all. It was nothing more than a farce, a fallacy to gain them favor. To get them closer to the royal family.

His true father had been a donor. Someone who his mother kept locked away in the darkness, only ever bringing him out into the world to feed. As though he wasn't even human. As though his sole purpose was fulfilling her wretched needs.

He supposed he had been an accident. At the very least, that's what was always yelled at him in the heat of the moment, when his mother could no longer stand looking at the proof of her own sins.

Because she couldn't keep her legs closed.

It wasn't his fault that he had inherited his father's mortality. That he hadn't been born as they had been. That he didn't come into the world screaming, desperate for blood and weak.

That he had been born human.

But everyone had already known. All it had taken was the queen catching sight of his mothers rapidly expanding waist for the secret to get out. And suddenly he wasn't something that could be hidden away anymore, but a supposed source of pride.

Look at how beautiful he was. Pale skin and dark eyes, blessed with blond hair that shone in the soft candle light. He would make a fine mate for someone some day.

For someone who wasn't who he wanted.

Growing up had been a difficult task. Surrounded on every side by those who may find out what was being hidden away. Yet he had found protection. Had formed a bond that wasn't supposed to be capable of being broken.

Yet it had. Because love didn't choose the right time. It simply happened when it wanted.

And he had loved his prince with every single beat of a heart that was not meant to exist.

Still it had come to this.

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"Jimin." He knew that voice. Turned in the direction the sound came from and realized that the face wasn't hidden in shadow. No, this one was crystal clear, like a beacon of understanding he didn't realize he needed. "Please. Listen. You don't have to do this."

"I do." Everyone knew now. Everyone knew what he was. All because the man who had been his father had died, and his mother had chosen to flee instead of stand and face the consequences of her actions.