Taehyung, October 30, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura
"I feel lonely," I mutter quietly against the cold, hard bars of the cell, the desolate feeling engulfing me. Jimin, always ready with his contagious laughter, chuckles teasingly from the other side.
"And why do you feel lonely?" Jimin's voice, filled with teasing. "I'm right here," he adds.
"But you're not inside me!" I blurt out impulsively, the words escaping before my mind can censor them. A rush of embarrassment washes over me like a tide, coloring my cheeks with a telltale blush as I avert my gaze, wishing to take back my ill-chosen words. "I d-didn't mean that," I stammer, a mix of regret and insecurity clouding my emotions.
"Really? You said that pretty confidently," Jimin's teasing tone sends a shiver down my spine, his smirk evident in his voice. He turns around to face me, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. "Maybe I should fulfill that desire of yours. Would you like that?" His gaze locks with mine, stirring a mix of emotions within me.
"Jimin-ah!" I yell but Jimin shushes me.
"Not so loud, Tae," he remarks in a teasing manner, a smile playing on his lips, as he deftly unlocks the cell, granting himself entry.
"You're so annoying, y'know that?" I mutter as I sink down onto the bed.
"Oh, should I leave then?" Jimin asks.
"No!" I respond urgently, the fear of being left alone evident in my voice. "Don't abandon me."
"You're so dramatic." Jimin rolls his eyes and sits beside me. He eyes my chains and sighs.
The King hasn't graced me with his obnoxious presence for a few days. While I should be rejoicing in his absence, there is a sliver of apprehension within me, as I suspect that his silence might be the calm before the storm, with him potentially brewing up some dreadful plan aimed at causing me anguish. However, Jimin and I have been growing closer as we spend an abundance of time together. Through these conversations, we have managed to break down any barriers of shyness that might have existed between us, fostering a sense of ease in our interactions.
"Jimini-shi, why do you think The King hasn't come down here for the last few days?" I asked Jimin as I mindlessly ran my fingers through his luscious blonde locks.
Jimin leaned into my touch.
"I don't know. Maybe he finally got over the idea of using you?" Jimin suggests.
"Does that mean I get to go back home?" I ask.
"You're not going back to that hell-hole," Jimin says firmly, his expression reflecting a mix of concern and protectiveness. "You'll stay with me," he adds decisively, the warmth of his words offering a sense of security that I hadn't felt in a long time. In response to his serious tone, I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, a mixture of relief and amusement at the way he was trying to shield me from the difficulties of the outside world.
"What would I do there? I wouldn't want to disrupt your life." I reply.
"What do you mean? My parents would love you and I would love your company. Sleeping beside you every night and waking up to your beautiful face." Jimin lets out a contented sigh.
"Sleeping beside you?" I question, my cheeks tinted pink.
Jimin tensed up. "I said that aloud, didn't I?"
I laugh. "Yes, you did."
Jimin turned to look at me, a smile on his face. "You should laugh more often."
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