► These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume.
Medieval au! FIRST BOOK
88GLAMOUR 2018
yoonmin
Jimin snuggles into Yoongi's side in the carriage ride back, Hoseok and Namjoon on the other side, a fair distance apart because they're not fond of each other, not after what the knight had done to Jimin. Yoongi still sends deadly glares in his direction, tensions are high in the small compartment, Jimin running the pads of his fingers along the cool metal of Yoongi's prosthesis.
"I love you," jimin says, blinking rapidly to rid himself of his tears.
Yoongi sighs, kissing the top of his head, "I love you more," he mumbles into the Prince's hair, pressing his cheek against his soft locks, eyes fluttering closed.
"Impossible."
"I think the Duke is becoming suspicious," Namjoon speaks up which causes them to turn their attention to him, jimin's hands playing with yoongi's fingers. "I mean he has been suspicious but it's dangerous," Namjoon adds.
"What could he possibly do to me? I'm above him," Jimin scoffs, sitting up.
"He may not be able to do much to you but Yoongi on the other hand," Namjoon says, glancing at the other knight and Jimin bites his lip, glancing at his love who's eyes are emotionless, staring back at Namjoon.
"So be it, he can do whatever he wants to me."
"No," jimin says, sitting up, eyes boring into yoongi's. "He's not going to do anything to you, you hear me?" Jimin asks, voice low and yoongi tilts his chin up.
"Trust me, nothing can hurt us."
The carriage pulls up to the entrance of the castle, Yoongi and Jimin attached by the him, Jimin refusing to let him go for even a second. He's not losing him again. He runs the pads of his fingers along the smooth and icy metal that replaces what once was yoongi's arm, all he can think to himself is how... brave. He doesn't think anyone will be fine after losing something and feigning innocence and no care.
Jimin doesn't know if he could ever love anyone like he loves Yoongi but they have something beauteous and special and well...forbidden. He can tell that Yoongi is sad, he's down as he scowls at the prosthesis.
"Ready?" Hoseok quips, snapping the lovers out of their trances. They gain back their trains of thought as a servant pulls open the carriage doors.
