𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫▸𝐯𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝟎𝟎𝟏; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘯𝘨

The sky is sunny, the day is bright but slightly cloudy, no humidity or coldness that will freeze your skin and make you wish you were in a fire instead. This is the best temperature to head out and have a fun day with your peers and Jimin thinks the same, it's not like he'd ever step out in any other weather, if it's too hot he'll sweat and he doesn't like that, if it's too cold he shivers and he doesn't like that. So the best time to head out is when the sun is shining and the clouds hum against it, the midst of spring will always remain Jimin's favorite season.

A smile spreads across his face as he strides across the rocky pavement, his long blond hair let loose and free so they sway against his beautiful features, eyes squinted when he looks up at the sky and giggles lightly, It'll be a good day indeed, he thinks to himself and lowers his face to stare straight ahead. He was making his way out of the palace to accompany his friends on their venture of mundane tasks, surrounded by a dozen guards because as the sole prince and heir of Athena, a Kingdom superior to all, he needed security, the best one

And also because he was heavily spoiled and would not tolerate any inconvenience at all. This was Park Jimin, the omega crown prince of Athena, with his long blond hair of grace and his plump lips of cherry, a nose that Is small and cheeks that are fluffy, both scattered with freckles of all shapes and sizes, varying in their vividness. With his fatal elegance and sharp jawline, eyes brown and round but holding a cat-like sharpness, he wasn't just a noble prince but a beautiful person, and it goes without saying that he looks more like an ethereal deity than some mere mortal

Which he thought of himself as; a deity above mortals.

That was the worst part about him, and the most significant. Jimin was all too bratty, his tales of impoliteness and stubbornness were known all over the land, every person existing in Athena knew how much of a pampered and spoiled brat their crown prince was. He was entirely too overly coddled by his father; Park Chan. The king of Athena, unlike his son, was a kind man, a good king, and a perfect father, maybe he cared a little too much for his son but given how his wife had passed away while birthing his child, he had to be a little too overprotective of him

Sometimes he went overboard, giving in to every demand made by his son and letting him get away with all sorts of behaviors which eventually led to this; the spoiled little shit that Jimin had now become. But the blame wasn't all on his father, some had to do with his friends and himself too, he was a snobby person by birth and the people that surrounded him loved him so much that he became something like this;

Paradise isn't real, but Park Jimin thinks he's the sole angel in this world of lowlives and he deserves one at his feet, a heaven that belonged to him, and only him.

"I said—" a  menacing voice reverberates like the hissing of a snake in a quiet cave in this vast and luxurious throne room "I wanted a teal blue sparkly veil" It's calm but the thunder beneath it is obvious. Sat on the cold and golden marbled floor is a man in his late twenties, kneeling with both his arms spread out like in front of him was a God. The place they occupy is large and glorious, with tall pillars of aureate and servants at every corner of it.

In the center of it, against a large tapestry-covered wall is set vast throne, bejeweled and opulent, on it is a small-framed man, with blond long hair, a red silk robe lazily dropping from his shoulder and revealing his gold tunic underneath as he props up a shoulder and glares fatally at the man kneeling in front of him

It's late at night, that much is proved by the moon that shines bright in the sky and is visible through a small window cast high above the throne room's wall. His hair is tousled, but he looks as magnificent as ever, as if even death couldn't mar his beauty, let alone slumber.

The man shivers and hides his sobs when he hears the bells of his damnation ringing closer and closer "What is this?" He hisses, the man on the throne, his sour scent spreading like wildfire in the room, and everyone can smell how displeased their prince is, which wasn't unusual. "What is this?!" he yells this time, throws the lilac veil on the ground, and rises from his throne as a mighty king would, hands fisted on his sides as he licks his lips and turns to look at a frail man standing beside him

"Hoseokie, get him out of here and never appoint any of my tasks to him ever again"

The prince looks at the brown-haired beta, calms his seething gaze momentarily as the latter nods his head obediently and he shoots one last glare at the man on his knees before he steps down to make his way out of the throne room. "Disturbed my sleep all for this pathetic rag of a veil" His eyes fall on the lilac veil discarded on the floor as he sticks up his nose to it and makes his way toward the door, several servants follow behind him, trailing much like the long end of his silk robe as they followed him with their heads hung low because Lord forbid anybody raises their heads in the presence of the mighty prince

It had been this way since the start of Jimin's life and he'd always gotten away with it, his father was too soft to teach him manners and that's how he ended up being labeled the "Snobby Prince". It's not like he cared anyway, the kingdom folks could hate him all they wished, it would never bother him anyway.