ɬɧɛ ɱąɖ ƙıŋɠ//℘ʝɱʄʄ

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She've been through wars and near death experiences but nothing like waking up to a hammering head in the morning, perfect way to start her day. Xena dragged and dug her face into the pillow as she mumbled curse words into it, swearing at the demons for making her head their home. She barely remembered yesterday's event and she wasn't planning to anyway since she knew something shitty must've happened to cause such dreadful migraine.

"Love?", a deep hoarse voice whispered into her ears followed by a pair of arms slipping around her waist. It would've been a steamy way to wake up but Xena knew that voice too well to appreciate it after everything he had done. She slowly peeked from the pillow only to lock gaze with a pair of swollen yet sweet orbs of the young king who was laying very close to her, probably stared at her for hours.

Xena stared at Jimin with intense glare and wasn't blinking even though half of her face was still buried in the pillow but the young king refused to coward away, not this time at least. Instead, he shuffled closer to her with bravery before landing a small peck on her temples which surprisingly she didn't return it with a swing of her iron fist.

"Morning? Bad migraine, I see", Jimin gently smiled at her, making his already swollen eyes even smaller and disappeared into lines. Xena's hard stare softened and brows released themselves from the frown but she remained her blank face as she anticipated for his next moves, hopefully is something apologetic.

"Do you want some soup? Herbal soup, chicken soup, kimchi soup.....anything?", Jimin trailed his gaze all over her tired features as he listed some options, hoping she would let him somehow make it up to her. Xena's softened gaze hardened again as her eyes squinted at him, "how bout a bowl of explanation. I would love to some apologies as seasonings too".

Yeap, sarcastic and sassy as always. Though Xena didn't imply heavily on his mistake, Jimin still felt a stung in his heart at her words as he took them to his burdened soul. He knew he was wrong, too wrong to be forgiven but he wants her. He needs her.

"I...I really don't have anything to say other than confessing my endless greed for power. I don't expect forgiveness too since...you know...I was an asshole", his arms slowly slipped away from her waist while he confessed his sins. Jimin felt helpless as he viewed these sins as unforgivable especially when he committed them to the person who loves him the most.

As his arms retreated, her hands suddenly caught them and pulled them back onto her waist as she snuggled into his chest with a tsk. "You still are", Xena hissed into his chest with her arms circling his body tightly in both longing and anger. It really sucks for her considering this man was her only home and safe place yet also her mini battlefield where she'll always return to fight for love. This contradicting feeling got her all riled up and wanted to punch him in the guts while cuddling with him. Does this make sense? Of course not, nothing ever makes sense with Park Jimin.

"And I'll always come running back to this asshole no matter what he did, does and doing. I, myself, might as well be another asshole for loving an asshole", Xena groaned and bummed her forehead against Jimin's chest. Her words sunk deep into his valley of guilt because he knew she was right. She will always come running back no matter what and that made him want to be a better man so each time she runs back, she's running closer to the king of her heart and the one who's going to make her his queen.

Jimin sighed and buried his lips in her hair, kissing her head while mumbling apologies and promises. "Why do you love me so much, baby?", he quietly asked her, not wanting his voice to crack as he sobbed. "How could I not when you're my only home", Xena sighed into his chest and swallowed her small cries. This relationship might seemed toxic and hopeless but it's slowly working it's way towards the happy ending. It just needs a bit of push.