CRYSTAL EMPIRE | JINKOOK

SIXTEEN

The Emperor returned to his palace the next morning, after spending the whole night helping his soldiers and civilians to put out the fire in the weapons warehouse. Many houses were devastated, some people died because they could not get out, others lost everything, and so JungKook had offered to give them asylum in the palace, in the east wing where several rooms were unoccupied.

Jin saw him arrive on his steed, wearing his armor, and despite the tiredness in his eyes he still looked very attractive. Jin suggested him to rest, but the tall man refused under the argument that they had to coordinate the repair of the area, the reconstruction of nearby houses and above all to find out who was the evil being that caused so much destruction.

"I'll see you in the evening," JungKook told him regretfully, showing how much it hurt him to leave him and not be able to be with him.

"I'll miss you...," he replied with his gaze lowered and his eyes glistening with tears that were eager to come out.

"The distance between you and me in the end is nothing, my love, because I will always be with you,"

And the distance between earth and the Underworld?

Jin decided to spend his time locked in his room, the one that JungKook had originally designated for him, the one where the Empress was supposed to sleep. But Jin was nothing. He could not consider himself a lover, a kompos or an Empress, because none of them would be able to betray JungKook's trust and love. For the first time in a long time his hazel eyes met the boring bed, one he didn't try more than twice as sleeping on JungKook's chest was beyond comparison. His eyes went over the place, nothing impressive, nothing except that dagger Yoongi handed him before he came and with which he would commit the most heinous crime on earth.

'It did not cost you much to hide the dagger from the sight of the palace servants or the Emperor himself, but tell me, how much will it cost you to take it out of its dark hiding place?'

At that moment Jin hated his conscience with great passion.

He approached the vase near his bed where deep down, buried among roots and earth, is the silver dagger. His hands trembled as he finally picked it up, his eyes glared spitefully at the object as tears began to fall like rain. He tied the dagger to a piece of cloth and placed it on his thigh so that the robe covered it, then headed for the room he shared with his beloved. Her room.

'My lord, I don't want to be a kompos...'

'Any maiden or woman would be pleased to serve in the palace under the charge I have given you.'

'I guess I'm not like the others'

'I agree with you. Welcome to my palace, SeokJin, and to my bed.'

His orbs filled with tears as he crossed the hallway, those five meters that separated his chamber from JungKook's today seemed like forever. His treacherous mind took him back to when he first arrived at the palace, when his beloved took him as a kompos, a job he thought he hated to the point of exhaustion but ended up loving madly.

'You look beautiful, not even Aphrodite herself would possess such beauty.'

He would miss the flattery.

'I invoke the strength of Ares not to succumb to the man in front of me.'

The way he made him think he was the most desirable maiden in the world.

'JungKook. In bed the only name I want you to moan is that: JungKook.'