Mi Amor✔️

3

A week had passed by me staying in this Kingdom. Jimin didn't seem to leave me alone. One way or the other he found excuses to stay by side. “Y/N there you are I've been searching for you the entire palace. If I wouldn't have met you now I'd probably have sent the entire army out to forage for you.”

I laughed at his remark. His expression was straight. He wasn't joking? How obsessed is this man with me? “King Jimin, you should stop caring about me. I'm doing totally fine.”

“Y/N we've been through this already, call me Jimin, or cutie whatever you like. But not King, it sounds so foreign to me.” Walking to the orchard we sat down under an apple tree. “You are a King. It's really disrespectful, with me not addressing you as one.”

“You don't need to worry about honorifics. Now tell me, do you like apples?” A royal guard brought up his bow and arrow. “Yes I do like apples.” “That's good to know, I'll get you some to eat right now.” His eyes turned into a crescent moon, aiming at the apples with his left eye closed.

“I'm not hungry, King Jimin.” A harkening sound was heard. Few apples dropped down on the ground. He picked and washed them in a bowl. “I'm not asking you, I'm commanding it to you. Eat them, your body lacks basic nutrients.”

Bringing it in front of my mouth he stares at me strictly. Reminds me of that one time, when Yoongi plucked some mangoes and demanded that I eat them. “You cannot go around commanding me King Jimin, I do not need your apples, I'm fairly good.”

Neglecting his saddened eyes, I walk back to my room. “Why do I have to be rude to him? He was just looking out for me. Yoongs would be so disappointed in me. I can't do this anymore. Knowing very well he likes me, and I never fail to break his hope of me liking him back every time he takes a step forward to love me.”

“I'm sorry Jimin, I can't love you. My heart is restricted to Yoongi and will eternally be confined to him. Am I doing the right thing Yoongs? Me being cold to him. I can't trust anyone. If that ain't you.”

-8:30 P.M.-

“King Jimin” he halts his actions giving me his attention. “Pardon me for my actions earlier. I'll eat those apples. Where have you kept them?” He had a blank look on his face. “I ate them already Miss Y/N.” Gritting my teeth violently, I stood up from my chair.

“How could you eat them? Those were mine! Why did you even take up the effort to get them off the tree, if you were about to eat it? My name is Y/N not Miss Y/N.” He hums while eating a slice of his steak.

“I won't call you Y/N until you start calling me Jimin. About the apples, they are happily residing in my stomach.” Circling his clothed tummy he grins at me. “Ugh stupid Jimin, I want those apples. Thanks to you I've lost my appetite.”

Stomping my feet I mutter a few tantrums at him loud enough for him to hear. “King Jimin, no you're more like idiot Jimin. And my apple thief.”

He watched you walk away smiling at your retracting figure. “Why am I smiling like a mad man even after her cursing at me? Is this what being love sick is? Oh wait, she didn't eat her dinner.” Running to the garden he plucked out a few apples, washing them thoroughly.

The maid was already present in front of your room with a food tray. “Is my Amor angry with me?” Your back was facing him. “I'm not your Amor, Jimin.” He laughed, sitting down on the bed. “Fine, don't be my Amor. Please don't starve yourself because of me. Here I brought you apples. Freshly picked just now.”