UNTILL I MET YOU || JIKOOK

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JIMIN POV

Three days, three attempts to apologize, and Jimin was no closer to making amends to his husband.

Jungkook was clearly hurt by his actions, more deeply than Jimin had anticipated.

He was at a loss as to what to do but give the omega time and hoped he came around.

The guilt ate at him though, pulling his thoughts from his duties and driving him to distraction.

"Jimin!"

Too late, he spied the pirate swinging at him with a wicked looking blade.

The knife slipped between the panels of light armor he wore, cutting through leather and cloth to slice across the skin of his chest.

He didn't give the pirate a chance to lunge at him a second time, knocking him to the ground and forcing the blade from his wrist.

He took a blow to the head and a kick to the chest, wincing at the sharp pain in his ribs as he struggled to get the upper hand.

With a roar of anger, he seized the pirate, lifted him into the air, and tossed him onto the sand.

Two guards jumped on him, immobilizing him with ease, and he turned to find Tae at his elbow.

"That was too close, Jimin."

"I'm fine." He winced even as he said it, feeling the blood dripping down his chest.

"I think you've had enough for today, don't you? Yoongi and I can handle the rest."

Jimin wanted to protest but if he hadn't been in the right frame of mind before, he certainly wasn't now.

"Might need stitches," Jimin conceded with a grunt and turned to make his way back to the castle, waving off the guard Tae tried to send with him.

They were only a few miles from home, and he walked along the cliffs, keeping his eyes peeled for any more pirate ships looking to sneak ashore.

He knew it was unlikely this was as close as the pirates had gotten to the castle in weeks.

They were concentrating their efforts on parts of the island that were less well defended.

The wind picked up suddenly, howling around him and making it all the harder to traverse the rough terrain.

He was within sight of the castle, happy to be so close to home, when he caught a strange sound carried on the wind.

It was distant and indistinct, but it almost sounded like a voice.

He paused and listened, the sound coming again.

Definitely a voice.

He followed it toward the edge of the cliffs, curious but not overly concerned.

This near to the castle, with the heavy guard presence, people weren't so afraid to spend time by the shore.

The beach below was empty, but at the edge of his vision, he caught sight of something white.

They hadn't had snow in recent days, and it was too big to be a seabird.

He leaned over, trying to figure out what he was looking at.

It was a person, clinging to the cliff face, and wearing a familiar white cloak. Jungkook.

He was perched on a little out cropping of rock, pressed to the cliff face, and he wasn't moving.

"Jungkook!"

The omega glanced up, his eyes going wide.

"Jimin?"