Mi Amor✔️

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“Queen Y/N.” A maid knocked on your door standing at the entrance holding a first aid kit. “Go back, I don't need any sort of assistance. I won’t be dying if this little lip bite won’t be treated.” She stepped inside the room. “His Highness has sent-” you lay down on the bed.

“Tell the King, he doesn’t have to worry about me. Unfortunately I’m not dying if that would have happened, what a beautiful boon it would be.” She was shocked by your words. “You may leave.”

The lady bowed her head, walking to Jimin's chamber. “How do I put it in the right words and inform the King?” The guard granted her permission in his cabin. Jimin lifts his head, seeing your assigned maid. “Did you treat her?”

She nervously shook her head. “Why didn’t you?” Glaring at her frame he demanded an answer. “Queen Y/N declined to get treated, she said you shouldn’t be worrying about her. Unfortunately, she ain’t dying by that little lip cut.”

Saying these words she shut her eyes close. Afraid of Jimin’s reaction. He enmeshed the box from her hand rushing to your room. “Mi Amor.” Panting heavily he stands at the edge of your bed. “Yes? What is it?” You weren’t gonna give him the cold shoulder. What was the use of it?

“Why are you so stubborn?” Sitting down, he opens the box, removing steriliser and cotton. “Why are you here? Go ahead and plan your wedding. Me being alive or not shouldn’t be your concern. I’m not a royal blood after all. Did you forget that? Your skin might perish by touching me.”

He dabbed the cotton on your lip. You hissed in pain shoving his hand away. “Did you not hear me? I’m not your kind, I don’t easily learn basic royal etiquette, nor am I capable of being taken to a banquet. Love your second wife, she’s a royal blood isn’t she? The one who’ll give birth to your child? Go back, and never return to me.”

“A commoner’s face might hinder your exclusive royalty filled marriage.” Laying back on the mattress, you trudge away from him. Cloaking yourself completely with the sheets. His hand was in the air, holding the cotton.

“I’ll be going now.” Jimin whispers expecting you to stop him. You didn’t, you let him walk away. He was about to step foot out of your room when he heard you speaking.

“When my child is born you won’t have to worry about your future responsibilities. I’ll take care her off him/her. Rest assured Eunji won’t feel insecure by MY CHILD. A non royal.”

Each word you spoke pierced through Jimin's heart, like needles poisoned and pricked through his chest. He nodded his head though you couldn’t see him.

“That is our child Mi Amor.” He murmured, locking himself up in his chamber. Drowning in the paperwork.

-1: 30 A.M-

Jimin sat on the floor, playing with your fingers. “Your words hurt me today. I’m not upset with you. I was the one who told you those. My fears have started becoming true. Your heart has begun to resent me.” Kissing your fingers, he chuckled through tears.

“Why did you lock yourself in the room? I was anticipating your visit to the garden where we took a stroll in, everyday. Not seeing you there I was disappointed. Will you come there tomorrow? If not tomorrow then what about the day after that?”

“Are you planning to make this room your home? I’m not in it, how can you make it your home? A home is built by love, care and fights. I was the cause of breaking our lovely home. Knowing you’ll make this cursed room as your home I’m envious of it. I’m the one to be blamed after all. I've heard from the maids that you skipped your dinner.”