AETHER - JiKook/KookMin (English)

>>9<<

<<January>>

Jimin looks up as more snow falls onto his reddened face. It's cold, it really is, and not even covering his poor tingling fingers with warm gloves helped the Prince to ease the unbearable temperature. Jimin would love to switch immediately to his Eros form, but to maintain his balance, today he has to be Agàpe and suffer the cold. He hugs himself more in his white arctic fox fur. A gift from Giselle, of course. Lycaon is running and playing in the snow happily, and Jimin smiles at his pet, another gift from his horrible fiancee.

'Yes, a dog. It's a Bouvier Bernese, but it's still a pup. An uncle gifted me that when he found out I was coming here at the palace, probably to guarantee my favor for himself in case..you know. In case you'll marry me''

Safiya had said that at their first meeting. And she was damn right to understand that at such a young age. Giselle is doing the same, now that she almost has the crown on her head, anyone would think she might be trying to gain Jimin's liking and favor with gifts and letters, but the Prince knows her, she's not that stupid than to think he'd fall for those things. Maybe she's just trying to show that they have a nice relationship, all the servants that bring letters and gifts are undoubtedly going to gossip about it, and say that Giselle and Jimin seem to be in love, which would increase their couple's popularity. She's surely a mind for machinating, if he didn't hate her, he'd admire her abilities. But, oh well, he hates that hag.

The Aether removes his gaze from the wolf to bring it back on the gloomy-looking sky, all stained in a hue of depressing and monotone gray. He closes his eyes as he sees a single snowflake aiming to his left eye, and then he feels its cold touch on the eyelid.

Jimin knows there are three guards back in the distance behind him, keeping an eye on him, but this doesn't mean he can't pretend to have privacy or to be able to be alone

Maybe we should get back inside, my bum is freezing!

But of course he's never alone, the knights are always behind him somewhere, and if they're out of sight, there is always his damned cherub to disrupt his quiet days

>>Maybe I can get you to die of frostbite, that would be nice<<

You're so mean..