You're the Color Wild, Painting My Heart Alive
Authour: Bon_Voyage
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 8138
Ship: Jimin×Yoongi
Summary:
Yoongi is the fearsome Demon King, but his life is rather dull and boring. One day, he is surprised to find that a beautiful young man has been left at his door. Only later does he find out this man's father, the king from a far away land, is using Yoongi as bait to find a knight worthy of marrying his son.
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Darkness. There is darkness everywhere. The darkness that seeps into everything it touches. It paints the walls in it's dull hues. It cloaks the forest surrounding the castle, causing even the animals to leave. Darkness and silence.
And Yoongi is getting fucking tired of it.
The silence and lack of color is killing him. Everything is dull. His life is dull.
His demons only come when they are summoned, for they have to go back to work and haunt humans. Even when they do come, they are terrified of the Demon King. Only a few have the guts to joke around with Yoongi. To the others, they think one wrong move could have them wiped from existence.
Except Yoongi hasn't killed anyone in centuries. Contrary to popular belief, Yoongi isn't a bad guy.
Only truly evil humans get turned into demons. All he does is monitor them from his castle as they torment humans. For that, people view him as the the pure embodiment of evil.
There needs to be a balance of good and evil in the world. One cannot survive without the other. He just happens to be the evil.
Yoongi gets up from his throne. His black and gold robe flowing around him as his gold chest piece sits upon his pale, naked skin. He chooses not to wear a shirt because the heat from his skin can become too warm. As the demon king, his body temperature runs warmer than the mortals that fear him.
He walks the halls in boredom, taking in the gothic architecture. The castle and surrounding forest are extensions on those who reside within. The lonelier Yoongi gets, the darker everything becomes. He feels like he hasn't seen sunlight is years.
"Maybe I should venture out of the castle? I haven't done so in years," He mumbles to himself as he rests by a window, staring outside at the gardens and forests below. The gardens only grow dead flowers now and the forest has thorns and vines that twists around every surface. They block off most paths, making it almost impossible to get to the castle unless you are summoned by the king himself.
"Maybe some fresh air?" He questions as he flicks his wrist, the window opening all the way without him touching it. He practically gags from the fog that threatens to suffocate him as it escapes into the castle. He quickly slams the window shut with his own hands this time, not magic.
He slides down the wall and rests on the ground. His eyes glistening with unshed tears as he stares at his hands. His hands full of magic that he can do anything with, but nobody to watch. Nobody to share it with.
"Your a king Yoongi. Pull yourself together," he mentally slaps himself. No point in crying over it. There must always be a demon king, and he will always have the throne.
One last time, he conjures up a pink rose. It's beauty adds slight color to the dull environment, until it wilts suddenly and dies before him. Just like any other flower he has tried to conjure as of late.
