𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓐 2 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🌹

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The harem hums with whispers, murmurs spreading like wildfire as the news breaks—Taehyung has been chosen to visit the king’s chambers tonight. The other concubines exchange glances, eyes narrowing with jealousy and curiosity.

Taehyung’s name dances on their lips as they speculate, watching him glide back from his milky bath, his skin shimmering under the glow of the soft lamps, his scent an intoxicating blend of roses and something uniquely his. Every step he takes is filled with purpose, his lips curving in a slight, confident smirk as he glances around, savoring the attention.

After slipping past the murmuring crowd, Taehyung steps into his private space, a secluded corner draped in sheer white curtains. He draws them closed, letting them fall in soft waves around him. The candlelight flickers as he moves, illuminating the delicate tendrils of steam that cling to his skin from the bath, mingling with the scent of exotic flowers.

Inside, Jimin stands by the bed, already setting out Taehyung's attire for the night, each piece laid out with care. Jewels glint like stars, sheer fabrics spill like liquid gold, ready to adorn Taehyung's form. As he catches sight of Taehyung, Jimin moves forward, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He leans in close, inhaling the rose-laden scent that clings to Taehyung’s neck.

"Ah, you smell divine," Jimin murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he takes in Taehyung’s flushed skin. "It’s almost dangerous."

Taehyung chuckles, a playful glint in his eye. "The bathhouse products are so luxurious—I almost didn’t want to leave," he replies, his voice warm with delight.

Jimin's eyes spark with mischief. "Well, you have to look irresistible tonight. Time to get you ready to be devoured," he says, a teasing tone threading through his words as he holds up the sheer fabric and delicate jewelry.

Taehyung arches an eyebrow, meeting Jimin’s gaze with a hint of challenge. "You’re more excited than I am, it seems."

Jimin only smirks, rolling his eyes as he drapes a golden chain around Taehyung’s neck, letting it fall delicately against his collarbones. "Of course I’m excited. You’re finally getting some royal attention. Down there," he gestures teasingly, "must have cobwebs by now."

Taehyung scoffs, swatting at him with a laugh. "It’s been a while, sure, but... something feels off. Why me? Out of everyone?"

His expression darkens momentarily as a thought dawns on him, his eyes widening. "Could it be… Do you think he remembers me, and he’s just pretending?"

Jimin laughs softly, guiding Taehyung to face the mirror, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s in the reflection. "You overthink too much," he murmurs, his hands slipping the robe from Taehyung’s shoulders, letting it pool to the floor, leaving him bare. Taehyung’s skin glows in the candlelight, his form lithe, sculpted—a masterpiece of sensuality.

Taehyung turns suddenly, his gaze sharp, intense. "Jimin," he says in a low, warning tone, his eyes boring into him. "Did you… use magic?"

Jimin feigns innocence, eyes widening as he places a hand on his chest. "Magic? Me?" he gasps, though a glimmer of amusement betrays him.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head with a smirk. "Unbelievable," he mutters, though there’s a flicker of gratitude in his eyes.

Jimin grins, shrugging. "Alright, fine. I may have sparked a little arousal in him. But he was already eye-f*cking you from the moment you started dancing. I only... intensified things. And now my brother is all yours tonight. So…" .

His hands trail over Taehyung’s shoulders, moving to tuck a strand of his brown, shoulder-length hair behind his ear, "…you need to comply. Submit. Draw him in—lure him into an abyss he’ll never want to escape. Make him addicted to you… to your scent, your skin, every inch of you. Tonight, you become his weakness."

Taehyung's breath catches, his eyes glimmering in the dim light as Jimin’s words ignite something inside him. He swallows, his lips parting in silent anticipation. Jimin steps even closer, their breaths mingling as he whispers, "Tonight, release the siren within you. Let him fall, Taehyung. He’s yours to claim."

Taehyung nods, his expression turning from playful to deadly serious, determination settling in his gaze. "For us, for what we had… for everything they tried to take away."

Jimin’s eyes soften, and he places his hands on either side of Taehyung’s head, cradling him as if he’s fragile, but they both know he’s anything but. "Taehyung," he murmurs, voice low, "if anyone can reach him, it’s you. If you can make him feel safe, even for a moment, maybe—just maybe—you’ll unlock something in him that’s been buried for too long."

Their shared glance is heavy, intimate, filled with the weight of their past, their bond, and the journey they both know Taehyung must face alone tonight. Jimin's hands slip away as he moves to dress Taehyung, piece by piece, with an almost reverent care, fastening shimmering cuffs around his wrists, draping sheer, golden fabric that clings to his body, accentuating his curves, leaving his skin tantalizingly visible beneath.

As Taehyung looks at himself in the mirror, adorned in gold, skin flushed, hair spilling over his shoulders in dark waves, he feels ready—not just for the king, but for whatever fate awaits them. He turns back to Jimin, who gives him a reassuring smile, eyes gleaming with pride.

Taehyung stands before the mirror, draped in rich scarlet—a tube top clinging to his chest, the fabric soft against his skin, flowing seamlessly into a skirt with daring slits down the front and back. Each step he takes allows glimpses of his toned thighs, his body more revealed than concealed, an embodiment of sensual power.

His sheer brick-red clothing clings to him in all the right ways, its color a stunning contrast against his glowing skin. Jewelry adorns him extravagantly—chains draped around his neck, intricate anklets glinting against his feet, delicate gold cuffs around his wrists, and even shimmering bands across his thighs, each piece chosen to elevate his allure. His eye makeup is dark and alluring, smoky shadows that highlight the depth in his gaze as he casts a striking look at his reflection, admiring the bold figure staring back.

"That’s the look, honey," Jimin purrs approvingly from behind him, a mischievous smile curving his lips. "The look of pure empowerment."

Taehyung smirks, turning slightly as Jimin steps back, his posture one of easy confidence as he reclines on the bed. But their moment is interrupted by the soft, excited squeal of Aisha as she steps into the room. Her eyes widen, raking over Taehyung’s figure with a mixture of admiration and awe.

"Oh my… wow, Taehyung, I’m speechless," Aisha breathes, unable to mask her delight as she takes in the sight before her.

"As you should be," Jimin smirks, crossing his arms behind his head with a proud glint in his eyes, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

Aisha’s gaze softens, her tone reverent as she steps forward. "I’m here to take you to the king. Are you ready, Taehyung?"

Taehyung pauses, taking a deep breath as he lets the weight of the moment settle over him. He feels the energy coursing through him, his reflection a powerful reminder—he’s more than ready for this. He feels sexy. He is sexy.

"More than ever," he replies, voice low and steady, confidence radiating from him as he slips his hand into Aisha’s. Before they leave, he casts one last glance over his shoulder at Jimin, a silent exchange passing between them—a gaze filled with hope, determination, and a shared understanding of what this night could mean.

Jimin nods, his expression soft, a trace of pride in his eyes as he watches Taehyung disappear down the corridor, ready to conquer the king’s heart once more.

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