Dystopia Jimin ff Bts

Chapter 4: Next One On The List

Timeskip

3rd Person POV

             In his castle, sitting on his throne sipping on a glass of red wine as he thought about the beautiful woman he saw the other day. She has been on his mind since he left the town and all he could think about were ways to ruin her. She was more gorgeous than his current and previous wives. His spy walked in and bowed before Jiyong. "Did you find out what I asked for Hoshi." Hoshi nodded. "Yes, sir." He cleared his throat. "Ok tell me." Jiyong crossed his legs, sliding back in his throne. "Kim Y/n, 19 years old, most likely found with the boys you, she's single and lives with her uncle Bang Yong Suk..."

            "What's the relationship between her and the boy?" Jiyong asked him. He's wondered about the relationship between the two since Jimin disrespected him because of her. "Park Jimin, 20 years old, best friends with Kim Y/n as well as Kim SeokJin, goes by Jin, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook are also friends of Y/n." He explained. "He seemed to think of Y/n move than a friend." He questioned. "There are rumors about it. However, it was proven wrong..." Hoshi reassured him.

             "Find her house... it's about time I get a new wife." He smirked and shooed Hoshi away. Hoshi bowed then left from King Jiyong's presents. Jiyong gulped down the rest of his wine, setting it down. One of his wives then appeared and bowed before him. "Yeeun, my dear, come sit." Yeeun walked up to Jiyong and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Yeeun, I have to thank you for telling me about Rose," he smirked.

"My husband, she was a bitch with no class and stoop down to a slave. You should've given her a more painful death." Yeeun said coldly. Being one of Jiyong's wives, he treasured her the most. She was as sick as he was, some might say even worse. "I should've but she is my wife... was.." he laughed slightly. "Some wife, all you need is me..." she said flirtatiously. "Prove it..." Yeeun stood up and held Jiyong's hand, leading him off to his room.

Y/n POV

Timeskip

I slipped on my slides at the door, looking at my clothes before I left.

Outfit

                 My uncle looked at me then stopped. "Where are you going?" he asked me. "To restock the kitchen," I said and he hummed. "Be home soon, I'm leaving..." He said and I nodded. "Yes... there's food on the table by the way." I walked out of the door and started walking to the store. I was then grabbed from behind. "Ah!" I screamed getting picked up out of nowhere. Once I was put down, I heard laughter and I knew exactly who it was. I turned around and hit Jimin and he smiled. "Princess." he smiled.

         "You guys play too damn much, it's too late for that shit..." I groaned. "Alright, mianhae... now where are you going?" he asked me. "To the store." he looked at me weirdly. "This late?" he questioned me and I nodded. "I don't wanna get hit ok, I've been on a roll. It's been a month." he sighed. "Well, I'm going with you and we can hang at your place after..." I smiled, my cheeks heating up slightly. "Fine by me..." He wrapped his arm around me as we walked into the store. Jimin helped me get all the things I needed and we left the store. I was struggling with the bags, but Jimin grabbed most of them, leaving me with three bags.

         "Thanks, Jiminie," I said smiling. "No problem, I gotta say you look cute with a splash of color on you, you're always so fucking emo," he said looking at me and I glared at him. "Aish pabo, what's wrong with that huh!" I yelled at him. "Nothing, just saying.." he shrugged his shoulders. "Well say less..." We walked up to the front of the door and I opened the door to see my uncle and... Jiyong on the couch. My uncle looked at Jimin and I. Jiyong's eyes followed right after. "What is he doing here?" my uncle asked glaring at him. "He was just helping me with my bags."Jiyong stood up and walked towards me and grabbed my hand. "Hello Y/n, I thought I wasn't gonna be able to see you..."

          I ripped my hand away from his grip and scoffed."I should've stayed out a bit longer then." I said belittling him. "That's not nice, guards please help y/n with the bags." I walked past them and went to the kitchen. I put the stuff up and the guards brought more bags, probably from Jimin. "You can get out now boy."I heard my uncle yell, I was about to leave the kitchen when Jiyong entered. I backed up as he walked closer to me, causing me to bump into the counter. He trapped me between his arms and I rolled my eyes. "Move..." I said sternly.

           "Y/n, why do you treat me with no respect. You didn't bow, but I ignored it cause that's how much I like you... and I want you to be mine." he said and all I could do is laugh slightly. "Well, guess what you're not my type Jiyong," I said. "Then what is?" I smirked and looked him in the eye. "Definitely not ignorant assholes." He raised his hand, and I swear he was gonna hit me, but he just tucked my hair behind my ear. I moved my head. Think about it, you could leave an amazing life with me, luxury, comfort, wealth, happiness, authority, and Love. Wouldn't that be great?" he asked me and I thought about it, sike... "Y/n!"

           I was then pulled away from Jiyong and Jimin held onto me. "Stop trying to force yourself on her, she doesn't like you." He growled at him. "And I don't like how you talk to me." The guards and my uncle then walked into the kitchen. "Your Highness, Queen Eunji is asking for you..." I looked at him and smirked. "Jimin boy I told you to leave." my uncle yelled. "I was thinking the same thing." Jimin was about to say something but I squeezed his arm, stopping him. Jimin glared at him then whispered in my ear. "I'll see you later..."

                 He backed away and glared at Jiyong one last time then walked out... soon the door was slammed shut. "King Jiyong, I apologize for that." he apologized, bowing slightly. "I need to get going, I'll see you soon darling." Jiyong walked out of the kitchen and my uncle followed him to the door. They talked and soon the door closed. I started walking quickly to my room when I was yanked by my hair. "What did I say about these boys

               "Ow-ow Jimin was just helping me." I yelped. "Helping, you think you can fucking fool me, stand up!" I stood up, his grip on my hair remained. He then punched me in the face and I glared at him, my fist balling up. "I fucking hate you!" I screamed. "You what!!" He roared. He slammed my head against the wall and I fell to the ground in pain, blood coming from my nose. "You hate me! I'll show you hate you whore!" He grabbed my legs and started dragging me. "Let go of me!!!" I kicked him, knocking him down. He lost his grip on my leg and I ran into my room, locking it. I slid down the door, crying. He started banging on my door, yelling.  "You wanna be a whore, get out and be a whore." he spat, his voice full of hate and loathe. "Leave me alone!!" I covered my ears as he kept yelling and banging on the door. I'm so tired of this, I'm done.

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