BTS Oneshots

Jimin // Prince. // Part 1.

Chains against chains. The sounds of struggle. Typical everyday sounds to you; nothing had changed since you had come here. You looked down at your bound wrists, slim. You remembered the day you got captured vividly. You had ventured off from her friends in the shopping mall, and turned a corner to go to a familiar shop she recalled being hidden in the mall. You had picked up an older, worn book and glanced through the pages. Any other person would prefer the scent of a new book, never disturbed, never read. You preferred older books, the books that smelt dusty, the books that held another story. You felt someone's breath hot on your neck and you froze. You didn't even have a change to scream as you were seized, the book you had previously picked up laying open on the floor was the last memory she had of the outside world.

Your eyes became teary at the bitter memory. You wondered how your friends were. Did they search for you? Did they even care?

"Y/N." Someone uttered from the doors. "Someone will be here to collect you within the next few moments, do not resist or you will be punished for your actions."

It's not even like I have the strength to fight back if I wanted to.

You had thought.

Within minutes the door opened.

"Rise to your feet." Someone else spoke. You slowly got to your feet, looking down at the dull dress you had been changed into when you had gotten here. Someone's larger hands grabbed onto the cuffs holding your wrists together yet apart. A gleaming metal key, which in contrast to the room seemed to light it up, slid into the lock and turned.

This caused you to flinch at the metal grinding together as the chains and cuffs fell. The hand grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly out of the cell, out of the cage you were once kept in, and down the hallway. Yells of pain came from other people in the cells, screams of agony, hunger and distress. You were pushed into a bathroom, where an older female with greying hair stood in a maids outfit.

"Miss Y/L/N (Your last name), I'm here to clean you up." She spoke, her voice gentle and showing her age. "I have a warm bath ran, don't worry I won't look."

The dull material of the dress fell from your shoulders and you slid into the tempting bath.

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After being cleaned up, you were rushed by the maid into a different room. In here was a younger maid  who immediately went to work holding different colour dresses and materials up to your body.

"What colour would you wear usually?" Her voice was soft and calming, nothing like the guards who stood outside your cell.

"I'd wear something like this..." You reached out with your slender fingers and brushed against the royal blue material. The maids eyes widened and she went into the wardrobe and pulled out a dress in the same material and colour.

"Try it on." She grinned. You nodded and slid into the dress, the maid fastened it up at the back. "What size shoe?"

You told her and she immediately went about finding a pair of shoes. You were slowly becoming confused at the action of the female. If you were a prisoner, why would you be getting dressed well? Small heels were produced and the maid offered her hands as you slipped into the shoes. Another maid had walked in at this point and sat you down on a chair in front of a mirror and started brushing makeup across your face. Once her hands were away from your face, your hair was being tugged at.

"Are you nearly done?" A guard asked. "We can't hold this off much longer- people are starting to question."

"Two more seconds..." The third maid sprayed what seemed to be hairspray around you, and pulled you up to your feet. "Give us a spin."

You span slowly, trying to keep your eyes on the mirror. Eyes wide.

"Sorry to rush you, but we have to go." The guard spoke and pulled you along more hallways until you reached the top of the stairs. Music filled your ears and lights blinded you. You let out a sound of astonishment.

"Now presenting you, Miss Y/N." The guard spoke loudly, catching everybody's attention. "The Prince's fiancé."