Purple Blood

Chapter 48

Vi shook her head no against his chest. Yoongi rubbed her back up and down. "Come on, let's go lie down." He picked her up and carried her to his room. He got them situated, and soon, she was asleep.

"Is she okay?"

Yoongi looked up at Jin, "She's okay, but are you? You look like hell."

Jin started tearing up again. "She bought me a onesie for the baby; it says Daddy's Little Princess." He reached up and swiped his tears away. "Why did she do that?"

"Because she's forgiving you," Yoongi said.

"But why? I don't understand, after everything I did to her."

Yoongi gave him a soft smile, "because she's a better person than you, and you showed her your true self. I knew you'd be able to win her over if you just showed her how great you are. You didn't need to trick her to get her to fall for you; you just needed to be you."

"I don't deserve her or her forgiveness."

"Well, that's not up for you to decide. That's a decision only she can make. You owe her at least that." Jin nodded his head and left Yoongi's room. He looked down at Vi and kissed her forehead gently. "I'm sorry for everything he put you through, but thank you for the gift you gave him." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep with the only girl he'd ever loved.

Vi felt her shoulder shaking slightly, "babe, Jinnie made dinner. Come eat."

She whined and rolled over to snuggle into Yoongi more, "I'm tired, Tae."

"I know you are, but you are hungry too, aren't you?"

She shook her head, no, but then her stomach started singing the song of its people. "Ugh, seriously, kid? Fine, no naps for me, I guess," Vi whined.

"Come on, Princess, let's get you fed."

Vi scoffed at Yoongi, got out of bed, and then stomped into the kitchen. "I made you a roast with all the trimmings."

"Thanks," she said shortly.

Jin raised his eyebrows and frowned, "She's not mad at you; she's mad that Tae and I made her get up to eat."

Jin sighed in relief, "There's still some cake left over if you want it after dinner."

She popped her head up, "Yes, I want cake. Do we have ice cream, too?"

He frowned, "We don't, but I can get you some. It'll be dark in just a few minutes."

Vi looked at the time; she must have slept longer than she thought. "Thanks, Jinnie. Can you get me.."

"Cookies and Cream, don't worry, I know."

He was back with her ice cream right as she finished eating the cheddar rolls he had made. She was going to get so fat with all of the food he made for her. But this little one is hella demanding about what she craves. Vi looked at Jin and blushed. She wanted blood badly.

She curled onto the couch between Jimin and Hobi while she ate the ice cream and cake. When she fell asleep, she felt herself being lifted up and carried to bed. Vi felt arms wrap around her, and it was so comforting that she melted into those arms.

She sat up, panting Joon's name. There was an arm around her waist. She looked to the left, and there he was, the man of her latest dream. He was thankfully asleep still, and God, he was beautiful—so beautiful it made her smile. "Do you like looking at me, My Queen?"

"And if I do?" Vi quipped.

"Can I kiss you, please?"

"No," his eyes went wide. She smiled softly, "But I can kiss you." She rolled over atop him and ran her fingers through his soft hair. He was looking at her with so much love in his eyes, "I want you, my King," she whispered against his lips.

He moaned and leaned up to brush his lips against hers, "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that." Then he kissed her; he kissed her with so much want and need. Vi was panting and out of breath by the time he was done. 

"Wow," she reached up and touched her wet lips. "That was." She didn't even have words to express what that was.

He smirked, "That's just the beginning, my Queen." He flipped them over, and as soon as her back hit the mattress, he pushed her shirt up and over her head. His lips kissed down her chin, and when he got to her ear, he sucked and licked hard. Vi was moaning and whimpering. He was making her a dripping mess, and all he'd done was kiss her. 

He ended that kiss and then made his way down to her nipples. He latched on, and her body lifted, and her back arched. Vi's hands fisted his hair as she moaned his name. He chuckled against her breast; then he kissed his way down her body. 

He deeply breathed, "Your smell, God, I'll never get enough of it." His fingers went into the waistband of her shorts; his eyes roamed up her body. He was asking for permission; it made her start to tear up. He sat up quickly, "are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

Vi shook her head; no, she couldn't even speak properly. He sat up and thumbed her tears away. "Are you sure, my Queen?" She nodded her head yes, "Then why are you crying?"

"You give me choices; you do now, at least. I like having choices."

He wrapped his arms around her, "You will always have a choice, My Queen. From now on, everything will be your choice."

It made Vi smile. She reached over and put her shirt back on. "What if I want to leave? To not marry any of you. What if I want to go somewhere and raise my baby alone?" This would be the true test. If he were willing to let her go, she'd happily stay. She'll marry him and them in time. Eventually, she'll have their children, and she'll be the Queen they so desperately want her to be.