PRINCE

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This novel contains abundant and mature themes some may find triggering.

This is a BTS x Jimin story. Many, if not all of the ships will revolve around Jimin. If this makes you uncomfortable, please leave my book immediately.

No warnings will be provided in any of the chapters.

I sincerely hope you will find joy from my story, and please don't forget to vote and comment as it truly encourages me to keep writing. 🥺<3

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Jimin POV

Jimin sighed, fondly eyeing the love of his life as she lay harmoniously on his bed.

He placed a tender kiss to her temple, loving how delicate she feels against his lips.

"What would I do without you?" Jimin mumbled, staring deeply at his beloved stuffed pink koala with glistening eyes.

He gently placed Minnie down on the bed and buried his face into his palms. "Nobody understands, Minnie.." he murmured, voice muffled.

It was an unspoken rule, nobody should ever see him so exposed, so defeated. Not even his beloved Minnie, a stuffed toy he so stupidly grew an attachment to. What would his parents think? What would the world think?

At the end of the day, he's just some insignificant cry baby. He knows it, his members know it. He's just a cheap, foolish, bothersome little-

*Knock*

Any former judgements were instantly dismissed as Jimin rubbed his eyes with his sleeves, trying to conceal any indications of his tear-stained face.

"Jimin hyung?"

He gulped visibly at the mention of his name. The deep, hoarse voice was easily recognisable, as the owner was no other than Kim Taehyung.

Once again, his voice called out, this time with a much more firmer approach. "Hyung, are you in there?"

Jimin composedly cleared his dry throat before replying, as though he wasn't just feeling intense grief prior. He hummed loudly in response to let the other acknowledge of his existence, cowered like that of a fool behind the suffocating, thin walls he calls his room.

"Is everything alright?" Jimin called out.

"Of course, why wouldn't it be?" The younger returned back, challengingly, to which Jimin raised an eyebrow at.

"Do you think you could open the door for me, hyung?"

Don't open it. Don't let him know you're easy.

"I-I'm quite cosy where I am, thank you." Jimin replied, cursing at himself for stammering.

It went silent for a bit, before Taehyung decided to speak up.

"Jimin." He sighed, "Stop being such a brat and open the door, please. Seokjin hyung said dinner is ready."

Why do you always mess up? You should've listened to him the first time.