Bts short series and oneshots

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Waking up the next morning cuddled in the sheets wrapped in his warm embrace. A smile plastered on your face, staring at his side profile. “My beloved King.” Your finger meanders on his features. Jimin groaned in his sleep. Fluttering his eyes open.

“Good morning to my Queen.” Pecking your hand that was lingering on his face he placed it on his naked torso. “Did you sleep well?” Raising his brow he asks.

“Yes, I did.” Your cheeks tinctured, hiding your face in the blanket. “Still not over with the previous night’s events?”
Sheathing his arm around your waist, he elevates his body resting it on his right palm. His other hand held you firmly. “Your moans are my most favourite chords. I’m sure they might have troubled her alot.”

Grinning wickedly he kissed you. A knock on the door interrupted you however he didn’t budge. Deepening the kiss instead. “Moan my name.” He whispers on your lips. You got an idea of what was about to happen? Faking a moan. “Jimin ahh!”

Jimin swiped his tongue on your lips, sucking on them. “Such an obedient Queen you are. Let me shower you now.” Draping a towel around his lower body he picks your figure in his arms walking inside the bathroom.

-10: 30 A.M.-

Jimin took his own sweet time in grooming you according to his liking. Intentionally dressing you in a low-neck dress. Exposing all those love marks he had articulated on you. “Can’t walk?” Suppressing his laugh, he teased.

You scoff sitting on the chair, with an angry pout. “It’s all your fault.” “Well then I must be the one to take responsibility for your legs.” Scooping you in his arms he starts walking to the dining hall. “Aren’t we being too daring today?” He shook his head. “This ain’t daring, I’ll show you what’s daring wait for a few more minutes Darling.”

Jieun sat in her seat pissed. It was already an hour, yet Jimin wasn’t here. Nian was shedding tears on how he abandoned her on their nuptial night. “Good morning.” He greeted his step-mother sitting down on his chair, resting you on his lap. Your seat was occupied by Nian.
Jimin was least concerned about it.

“What sort of a food is this?My wife doesn’t eat them.” His eyes flared in vexation. The butlers shivered at his outburst. Quickly placing your favourite dishes on the tables. Jieun had instructed them not to cook anything you liked.

However, they knew better. Having cooked additional food. “Good morning King Jimin.” Nian greeted politely. “Jimin.” Cupping his cheeks you peck his lips. “Why are you just pecking me like that? I love you, kissing you is my ambition.” 

He smirked capturing your lips once again. The sound of his lips moulding with yours echoed in the room. None dared to speak up against him. Servants bowed their heads. “PARK JIMIN WHAT SORT OF AN IMMORAL BEHAVIOUR IS THIS?” Jieun banged her hands on the table. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“What am I doing? I’m kissing my wife, Is that wrong?” She looked at him in disbelief. “Nian is also here. Have some shame. Last night you were bound to spend it with her. Instead, what did you do? You ditched her and spent it with Y/N?”

Nian’s eyes watered remembering your moans from last night and this morning when she had come to call Jimin for breakfast. “Mother Y/N is my first wife and the only wife I ever wanted. You forcing me to buy an additional option doesn’t make her my Queen. Extra garbage ain’t fittable in my sacred baggage.” Jieun’s mouth hung open at his statement.

“Are you out of your mind? You're disrespecting your wife?” Jimin shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal. “Well I‘m being honest right here. All my nights and days are for my wife and Queen Y/N. She’s the only woman I see in my eyes.”

Tears flowed down Nian’s cheeks. This was too much for her. Her husband had taunted her as garbage. Claimed her as an useless baggage. “Jimin she's crying.” Pointing your finger in her direction you fake your sympathy.

“So? Is that my concern? She has hands, right? Why can’t she wipe her own tears? Being a Princess did she forget how to use her hands or was she never taught how to use them?”

Her last straw broke, she ran out of the hall. Jieun glared at you. “It’s not my fault. I was considerate enough for his second wife. If he isn’t worried about her condition, what can I do?” Raising your hands up in the air, you pretend to surrender. Jieun runs behind Nian.

“I hate her.” Jimin laughs at your words. “Me too.” Staring into your eyes he caressed your face. “So? Are we gonna continue this?” He booped his nose with yours. “What do you think?” You pretend to think. “Let’s make her life a living hell. I wanna watch her cry.”

Pressing your lips in a flat line, you smile. Jimin proudly pats your head. “That’s my brave Queen. We’ll torture her to the extent she begs me to throw her out of the palace and my life.”

Jieun entered Nian’s room, she sat on the ground. Her head was placed on the bed crying her heart out. “Nian stop crying, do not forget the real reason why you’ve come here. Lure Jimin into your trap, making him a puppet of your beauty. Go into Y/N’S room tonight. And seduce him” She wiped her tears, agreeing to the older lady’s retort.

-8:30 P.M.-

Wearing a sexy red lace nightgown she barged into your room, without even knocking. You were arranging some books, feeling a presence behind you. You turn around sighing at the sight.

“What is the second Queen doing here in my room? I’m not interested in you. If you’re trying to seduce me. I know I’m pretty but my beauty is limited to Jimin.”

Nian clenched her fists. She had never been looked down on by anyone. This was a first. Her hand raised in the air, you kicked her knee. Making her stumble down. Head locking her from behind.

“Nian, do not mess with me. My prettiness is limited to Jimin as I said before. I’m that hidden darkness you don’t want to explore. Avoid crossing paths with me mhm? Take it as advice for your own betterment.” Whispering in her ear you push her body down harshly on the floor.

Her nose bled. As on cue, Jimin entered the room. His eyes landed on the woman lying on the floor. Her cleavage was exposed by the fall. He applauded approaching you. “Did my wife do this to her?” Pecking your neck he intensely stares at your orbs, already knowing the answer. “I didn’t.” You lie.

“She did it King Jimin.” Nian stood up, not rectifying her clothes back. You huff out. Jimin’s pupils were fixated on you. “How desperate are you to get into my husband’s pants?” Jimin chuckles at your mockery.

“Too bad, she can’t have my pants. They are kept safely with my wife.” To any ordinary person it might be a normal assertment. Nian understood what he meant.

“Still wanna dress like a whore or save up your leftover dignity and leave this room?” Nian grit her teeth challenging you with her red eyes. “I’ll be back Y/N! I’ll be back to take my revenge on you.”

“You could have waited for me. I would have enjoyed witnessing you beat her up.” Jimin sulked. “Did you see her cleavage?” His face twisted. “Eww why will I see her cleavage? My wife is the only thing that I was immersed in.” You grin widely hugging him. “Very well then. I’m proud of my King.”