Captain Park || P.J

Octopus And His Jellyfish

Y/n and Jimin mood board this few chapters.
(trust me this gif is so HD but fucking Watshit made me lower the quality to fit it into this chapter)

And I know I said I sketched Y/n's dress but that mf started looking crusty as fuck and I didn't like it so ripped it apart :')

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The large chamber provided to her felt small and suffocating for the first time as she walk around it in circles. She resists the urge to abuse her nails with her teeth as anxiety seeps through her skin. Yuna had painted them with pretty polish and messing them up is the last thing Y/n wanted to do.

Maybe she saw wrong. Jin can not be here. He is back at her own kingdom, hopefully looking out for her people while she is away, but then again she trusted that man with everything she had and that almost got her killed. Was Jin really willing to trade her off to King Kang so he can take over the kingdom?

It almost makes her laugh. That is either really true or really false. And if she met that man again, the first thing she would do is deck him right in his perfectly handsome face. It is what he deserves.

"Love..?"

The sudden diffuse of a voice so soft had her whipping around to face the door. The silk of her long loose curls bounced to cradle her small face as she found herself drinking in the sight before her with wide eyes.

Her fiancé stood before her, the man statued in his place as he gazed upon a sight so breathtaking that he almost stopped breathing. He must be dead, oh he wishes he was dead. Cause the beauty in front of him is painfully deep to gaze at.

Innocent features made up to appear sinful and sharp, the blood red lying on her plump lips made her look all the more like a vampire ready to hunt. Her soft body adored the symbol of her hardwork, a shining dark red that hugged all the right curves in the right places. His eyes trailed over her blushing shoulders that were exposed as they laid out the delicate bed of her collarbone and the little display of soft and smooth cleavage.

His head is definitely spinning right now. Cause all he sees is pink.

"Jimin.." Like a siren's song, she calls for him.

There were uncountable Gods and Goddesses that breathed and lived in this world, many of which still do. He had imagined each one of them in his head since young and one of the figures who always stood out to him- also his favorite is the goddess of lust. He had imagined the mischievous smile tilting her lips, half lidded eyes shining dark and filled with pleasurable promises.

He did not have any hopes to encounter her, but as he stood in the palace of the Satan, on his knees at the mercy of the one herself, he is starting to believe that his imagination did little to nothing for the Goddess because she who seduced for pleasure and hypnotized for fun was even more alluring and beautiful than he thought.