THE DAWN - VMIN ONE SHOTS

MY PRINCE 1

Jimin stood in the quiet of his chambers, fingers trailing over familiar surfaces as he moved in darkness. Blindness had never made him helpless, not within these walls. Here, every corner, every step, every breath of space belonged to his memory.

The silk against his skin whispered with each movement. He had been told it was white-pure and befitting a prince, befitting a celebration that marked the birth of a royal. His elder brother had received an heir, and the kingdom was rejoicing in the news.

Jimin was the youngest of the seven children of High King Park Jaewon, the only omega in the family.

The fabric dipped low at the base of his spine, the design deliberate, meant for elegance... and vulnerability. Thin ties hung loose behind him, waiting to be fastened against the warmth of his body.

Jimin knew how to fasten them, but tonight, his hands lingered there longer than necessary.

"Taehyungie," he called softly, his voice carrying through the door, knowing it would reach the knight standing, as always, outside his chambers-the young alpha who had been by his side for as long as he could remember.

He didn't turn immediately. He didn't have to. Because he knew the alpha would come running at the first call of his name. And that itself gave him courage in a world that was always dark for him.

The sound of the door opening reached him first. Then footsteps-that familiar rhythm he could recognize even from a mile away-before the alpha's scent reached his nostrils.

Vetiver and bergamot.

Jimin inhaled, sharp and quiet, the scent curling deep into his lungs as his lips lifted into the softest smile.

"My prince," Taehyung greeted, his voice low, the sound of his armour almost loud in the quiet room.

Jimin turned then, unseeing eyes aligning perfectly with the sound of him. Even with a pair of eyes that couldn't react to light, he knew the alpha was only a head taller than him-at the perfect height for him to lean on his toes and kiss those petal-pink lips. His hand remained stretched behind his back, fingers brushing against his own skin, enacting perfectly how incapable he was of performing the task.

"Help me," he said, soft and sweet, the only thing he needed to say because he knew Taehyung would understand. A small pout shaped his glossed lips, which were a shade of pink roses-the kind he had heard Taehyung liked.

There was a brief pause from his knight's side. Jimin felt the shift in the air, the hesitation hanging there. Then Taehyung stepped closer.

Warmth bloomed in front of him, solid and grounding. Jimin's heartbeat quickened, loud enough that he feared it might betray him, his gaze unfocused on no definite space.

"Turn around, Your Highness," Taehyung murmured, his rich voice washing over Jimin's lovestruck form like a caress of wind.

Jimin obeyed instantly, a quiet smile lingering as he faced away, baring the vulnerable curve of his back to the alpha he trusted with his life.

Silence followed for the next few seconds, and for a fleeting moment, Jimin wondered if Taehyung had stopped breathing altogether.

Jimin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his lips forming a pout as his head tilted slightly upward, ready to ask if anything was wrong. But before the words could leave his mouth, a touch-barely there-grazed his back.