The Arrows Of Love || VMIN

Morning

Complying with the never ending cycle of time, the Moon, a witness of the furtive, innermost love-play of Love, faded behind the waterline of Gaia, surrendering sky to her other siblings once again.

Sweet morning, like the afterglow of a nightlong of passion, trespassed the pearl curtains; touching the cerulean-white drapes around the bed, warming them to the sunlight.

A small foot, with a broken chain of gold dangling around the ankle, which had strayed outside the bed somehow at night, was also getting kissed by the rays; until its owner started squirming, and pulled it inside.

Deep slumber disturbed by the uneven temperature on his skin, the figure buried his face on the soft surface under his cheek a little better, resting his now tender, thoroughly relished chest on a foamy pillow.

Pillow?

Eyelids stuck together with sleep and ruined glitter, the mortal's eyes fluttered open after a few attempts, hand blindly grabbling the other side of the messy teal sheets.

Cold.

Experiencing the expected, the human tried to push himself up on the bed with his unprepared arms, the right armlet lost somewhere; but immediately fell back with a pained yelp, voice almost gone.

The Prince shifted on his back, whining in sudden discomfort as his eyes fell on his own thighs.

Jimin gasped, in scared awe, lingering sleep now completely torn away from his mind.

The fair plushness there had been blemished, in purple and burgundy; red crescents embedded on his skin, a lighter, full bite mark on the inner cleft of the left one.

When... when did that one happen?

Ears a shy crimson, his gaze trailed upwards on his naked body, only to meet more bruises, teeth and nail marks- on his hips, waist, shoulders, a brutal festival of them had been arranged on his plump chest, now sore after being toyed with such ruthlessness.

Jimin looked at the other side of the bed again, lower lip jutting out in habit, frowning.

Vacant. After wrecking him for all his worth last night, this savage had just left him alone even before dawn could rise.

Unhappy in his heart, the Prince pushed himself up on the smooth sheets, this time more firmly; hissing at the raw pain churning in the root of his spine, he set his foot on the floor, cinching the bed curtains away.

And he fell. Immediately.

"That... monster..." the human muttered to himself, voice hoarse; gritting his jaw, he grasped the sheets to pull himself up, only for his hands to touch some silken mesh.

His scarlet, long forgotten wedding veil.

A flush of embarrassment sprinkled itself on his chest at the sight; cause did- did they do the whole deed on it?

Hastily, Jimin forced himself on his wobbly feet, gathering the luxurious fabric in his arms to check for any possible stains.

"Oh my Lord, don't worry about them!"

The Prince jumped in his place, still not used to the presence of his invisible servants.

"We will take care of all of these, you just step into the bath we have prepared, relax your tired muscles, and let us clean you!"

Oh no.

"No!" Jimin squeaked out. "I will be able to do it myself, believe me, please!"

"My Lord, pardon us for saying this," one bodiless voice spoke, hesitant, "but you are barely standing on your own."