A secret you had refused to share with Jimin was the knowledge that your legs would not last forever and your lifespan had been severely shortened. It didn't scare you, the thought of death but now as you lay on the beach, unable to move your legs, you felt a tinge of fear creep into your thoughts.
The boat had landed on the first island of your tour and Jimin had run off to find a mode of transport having remembered the state of your feet following last night. But that was when the spell had stuttered to a halt, with you finding a small sheltered cove and walking until your legs gave up.
Just as your vision began to swim with tears, you saw a familiar tail appear out of the water before Yoongi's familiar face popped out of the waves, his emotionless face observing you. Before he spoke and you realised just how much you had missed him, "you're dying princess."
"I am aware," you replied with a small smile, hand reaching out to feel the waves lap at your fingers before something heavy landed in your palm, an opal bladed knife. "Yoongi-" The tears began to start again and he looked at you confused, "I abandoned my tail long ago, I'm not returning to the mermaid."
Yoongi shook his head with a sigh, "you must pierce his heart with this blade and you can survive this curse. Y/N, you were so foolish in partaking on this adventure, how could you ever make a relationship between a mer and fae work?"
A sob left your mouth and you shook your head, "I did it Yoongi, he's just like us. We don't have to live in fear of them." Yoongi sighed and looked at something over your shoulder before nodding and saying one last thing that stuck itself to your very soul.
"Why shouldn't we fear the people who reduced our might princess to this weak form, unable to even stand and fight back?" With a sad smile, he turned and dove out of view.
A cough signalled someone was standing behind you and slowly you turned to see Jimin, his black hair swept up as if he had just run his fingers through the strands, before he looked at his hands and whispered, "you're going to die."
You turned your head so not to face him and his look of utter helplessness, Jimin moved to crouch in front of you, taking the knife from your hands and weighing the blade in his hand, whispering, "this is because of me."
You sat up and shook your head, leaning forward and trying to weakly take the blade from his fingers, but he moved further into the sea, holding the blade at an arm's length and angling the sharp edge towards his chest. Your throat tightened as you looked at him, "don't do this Jimin, you have a kingdom to run. I'll be fine-"
"For this life you've saved twice-" he plunged the knife into his chest and you screamed, crawling forward to catch him as he fell backwards, red blood already leaking from the wound as he lifted a hand to cup your face, "I'll return this life."
