𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫▸𝐯𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝟎𝟎𝟒; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦

"Jiminie, please, you know he won fairly it's not like he cheated" Namjoon's voice rips through the walls of the majestic palace's vast hallways but Jimin pays him no mind, his feet moving at such a pace that his dirtied tulle dress flows behind him in a motion of a dancing phantom, long blond hair bouncing like strands of silk next to his face and behind him, against his ears and over his shoulders, from the speed of his stride.

"It was just a tournament, please give it up" Jin pleads as well, knowing the wrath of the prince is greater than any battle Taehyung had ever taken up, and though he may be an exceptional fighter and he may have won the last fight with Jimin; he wouldn't survive this one. Both of the men trailing behind Jimin worried for a stranger they knew nothing of while the prince could not have cared any less

his pretty amber eyes looked more like blazed embers with rage flickering inside of him like a monster when the two tried to catch up to him but he turned down the curve and headed straight for the room he knew laid all the solutions to any problem he could ever have. Namjoon and Jin's trepidation only turned into worse fears when Jimin barged in through the tall doors that no one was allowed to enter without a proper assessment from the guards

but who was going to stop him?

every brick in the walls and every pebble in the grounds of this palace was his to own and his to break. No care surpassed his cold expression when he walked in a straight line toward the throne of his father, with no stutter in his steps

Jin and Namjoon stayed behind, breaths caught between their shouts out for Jimin that died out at dawn like moonflowers after blossoming in the dusk, watching Jimin take the final step before he was facing his father and the room that had been discussing only the most important topics for the kingdom instantly goes quiet

Chan's eyes dart to his son in worry, boxy eyebrows furrowed in apprehension as his thick lips parted and came the sweetest voice the kingdom would ever live to hear "What's the trouble, my dear?" His brown eyes take in Jimin's seething nostrils and the way he crosses his arms over his dirtied dress. Something was definitely wrong if Jimin had barged into the throne room in a dirty dress, it could only mean the worst (or maybe not anything, Jimin tends to be dramatic)

All this time Jimin had been quiet, from their ride back to the palace to their walk inside. He had not said a word to his friends or even the servants who didn't bow perfectly to him, he remained silent all along because his anger was bigger than him and he didn't want to take it out on any of the people he cared for unintentionally. He had just been planning Taehyung's demise over and over in his head, trying to find the perfect way to end his stupid ego and his stupid bravery

but as he stood before his father, the final testament, ready to voice out Taehyung's last breath and snatch it from him, something clicked in his mind, the wicked face of the Alpha and his haunting words came back to Jimin in a whisper from hell. Exile or imprisonment wasn't Taehyung's worst punishment, it was something so much greater and vile, something Jimin knew he'd hate just as much as Jimin had hated being defeated

Hearing his father's voice, the footsteps of men rushing out of the throne room and the doors being shut, Jimin discovered a poison that wouldn't kill Taehyung but keep him alive in insurmountable pain until he begged to die; himself

Jimin was Taehyung's punishment, Jimin was Taehyung's poison.

"Why, what had bothered my sweet child?" Chan's voice probs again, warm eyes urging Jimin to word out his concern as he waited patiently, sat poised in his throne of grandeur.

Jimin's amber eyes of trouble met Chan's identical ones and a curl of his lip indicated what lay behind the words he was yet to speak. Instantly, as if a fickle flame had been blown out by a gush of wind, his eyebrows turned upward from their start and his angry eyes became rounded as if he were a wounded kitten on a sidewalk, bottom lip nearly propping out as he began to speak his words