"He didn't marry you to become King, he became King so he could marry you."
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After the King of Korea dies suddenly due to disease, his oldest son Park Jimin is next in line for the throne. The problem is, he doesn't have a partner, and he hates the...
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Lilith, the deceiving piece shit, turned out to be the complete opposite of when they met her.
At first, she was sweet and loving, purring whenever they pet her and nuzzling into their stomachs.
Then, as she become comfortable, she unveiled her true self.
"Is that the third pot she pushed off the shelf today?" Yoongi sighed, standing in front of shattered ceramic and dirt. Internally, Yoongi kind of wants to cry. Why?
Because the pots were basically worth more than his house. Good thing Jimin was royalty.
"I'm sure she didn't mean it." Jimin cooed, picking up Lilith into his arms. Lilith meowed cutely, while Yoongi sent a death glare at her direction.
"She's the devil. Now I think of it, the name makes perfect sense." Yoongi growls, starting to clean the mess Lilith left behind.
Jimin laughed. "I'm good at naming things right?" Yoongi grumbled, but agreed nonetheless.
"I was so sure she was gonna be an angel." Yoongi muttered, finally finished with cleaning the mess that Lilith has left behind on the floor.
He deposited it in the trash can, before walking over to Lilith. Jimin had left the cat on the table, saying that he needed to go to the bathroom.
Yoongi sat on one of the chairs and crossing his arms, glared at the cat. Lilith watched him with beady black eyes, nose twitching as they stared at each other.
Eventually Lilith huffed, sir more like snorted before turning away and hopping down the table, butt waving as she sashayed away from Yoongi.
"Fine." Yoongi muttered, getting up and letting his chair scrape loudly against the floor. "Be like that."
Lilith meowed and pranced out of the room, probably going off to find wherever Jimin was.
Speaking of Jimin....
Yoongi was sure the omega had been gone for almost half an hour already. Nobody really needs half an hour to take a shower.
He walks to the bathroom where he hears the shower still running and sounded like sobbing. He knocks on the door and calls, "Jimin? You still in there?" He hears Jimin gasp loudly, before falling silent. Yoongi hears the shower turn off, the surrounding area suddenly turning silent.
"Jimin?" Yoongi calls worriedly. If there's something wrong then Jimin should tell him, right? "Are you okay?"
Jimin doesn't answer for a few seconds, before he hurriedly replies with, "I-I'm fine! I-I'll be out in a few seconds!" Yoongi frowned at the stutter in Jimin's voice, but he decided not to dwell on it too much.
He left the entrance of the bathroom and walked to the kitchen, humming slightly to himself.
In the bathroom, Jimin listened intently to see whether or not Yoongi has left. Thank god he was in the shower, or else Jimin might die of embarrassment if Yoongi smelled what he was doing.
Jimin turns the shower back on, lathering his hand on soap before wrapping his hand around his hardness.
He squeezed his cock slightly, a breathe exhaling from his lips as he did so. He slowly started to snap his wrists back and forth, a whine leaving his lips at the sparks of pleasure that shocked his body.
He worked his hand faster, the pleasure causing him to lose feeling in his legs and slide to the floor. With his other hand, Jimin plays with his nipples, twisting and pinching them, whimpering as he did so.
His hand movements were becoming sloppy, the lubricant slippery with a mixture of soap and Jimin's own precome.
His breathing starts to turn uneven with his coming release, his body tensing and his back bowing, before his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave.
Jimin cries out, gasping as his body pulls taut, his thighs squeezing around his arm as he rides out his orgasm, mouth open wide in pleasure.
He whines when his hand brushes over his sensitive cock, covered in cum. It lays against his stomach where he's slumped against the wall, twitching while more come oozes out.
Climbing to his feet shakily, Jimin blushes when he realizes what he just did. Jesus, he had just jerked off to Yoongi.
And the other Alpha didn't even do anything, but for some reason when Jimin was in the shower, he started to think about how strong Yoongi was during the tournament and how large his hands were, easily covering his own hand.
Jimin tried to imagine what Yoongi's hands would've felt like against his skin. God, his hand could probably cover his entire cock.
Jimin turns off the shower and steps outside, grabbing a towel and wrapping it securely around his body. He dresses in his clothes, before towelling off his hair. He lathers his face, arms, and legs in lotion.
What can Jimin say. Jimin's skin is sensitive.
When he's finished, he grabs his old clothes and opens the door, the steam from his showering floating out from the bathroom.
He could hear pots clanging in the kitchen, probably Yoongi making dinner or something.
Turns out, it was true.
He sees Yoongi tossing what looked like stir fried vegetables in a pan, Lilith beside him and eating whatever scraps Yoongi gave her.
Yoongi must've noticed his scent, for he turns around.
"Are you alright?" He asks, and Jimin cocks his head in confusion. "What?" He asks, and Yoongi turns back to the food on the pan, tossing it a few times to ensure it doesn't burn.
"I think I heard you crying in the shower or something." Jimin turns scarlet at this and he coughs into his hand.
"You ... you must be mistaken."
"But I was sure I heard you sobbing in the shower, I swear."
"Y-You must be mistaken!"
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Sorry this chapter took like four days to make. I don't have much time to write on weekends.
