The Slytherin King || KTH✔

Ten

Jimin panicks witnessing you in such a vulnerable state. Now he's scared of what might have happened between you and the king that he saw king left his own room indignantly and now here you are, crying your heart out, hiding your face between your knees. Did the king assault you? Or something even worse? But he soon waves off the thoughts knowing that the king respects the woman.

"Queen, queen, are you alright?" He ask out worriedly, your heavy sobs are all something creating sound in the room. You lift your head up to look at Jimin who has worry plastered all over his handsome face. Your cheeks are stained with tears as few more cascade down on them no sooner which you wipe away with your sleeves smudging more your already perished makeup. Watching you cry wring his heart but he didn't know what to do to comfort you but this thought doesn't bother him anymore as you embrace him out of nowhere leaving him startle.

He know he shouldn't be hugging you back but he couldn't care less. You need him now. That's he knows. His arms lift up to wrap around your back on their own and he slowly strokes your hair as you press your cheek against his shoulder and weep silently.

"It's okay." Jimin mumbles running his hand up and down your back as you both stay in the same position. Jimin knows how to comfort someone. If he were crying, he would want someone to embrace him as tightly as possible and iteratively whisper to him that it's fine, it's gonna be okay and that's exactly what he's doing for you now. As you recollect yourself you pull back from him.

"Thanks." You mutter, being grateful for the comfort and warmth he provided. He smiles and nods, representing that you don't need to thank him.

"Please take me to my room." You implore. You know if you stay here anymore, it will remind you of your encounter with the king which you desperately want to forget. He nods and escorts you to your room. On the way, he catches a glimpse and immediately know who he's, the king advancing towards Hanyo's room. Being well aware of the real intentions of the king behind his visit to Hanyo, he lets out a painful sigh which you don't notice.

You sit on your bed as he proceeds to run a warm bath for you. He think it might help you and it really did. After showering, changing into some comfortable clothes and getting the makeup removed, you somehow feel better. You aren't used to royalties and probably not be any soon.

After tucking you in the blanket, Jimin decides to take him leave for he knows no servant is allowed to stay with the queen in night especially when she's alone and he's of opposite gender. It can lead to worst unbelievable consequences.

"Jimin." You softly call out for him. Your voice as tiny as possible for you've drained your all energy in crying. He turns back at your voice.

"Yes my highness." You like how his voice always carry sweetness and is indeed a melody.

"Can you sing a lullaby to me?" You plead only to see his expressions alter in a second. He seems hesitant as no words come out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry. It's okay if you don't want to." You look down. Now you regret asking him. He's already doing much more than a stylist does and here you are, telling him to sing you a lullaby.

"No, no, queen, It's not like that, actually we, servants, are not allowed to stay in your chamber in the night?" He explains tentatively.

"You can leave after I sleep." You softly squeak.

"Sure my highness." He smiles widely make one creep up on your face. He sits by your side on the ground. You don't want to take his place on the cold ground nor do you want him to call you 'queen' or 'highness' but no matter how many times you forbid him, he won't listen. Apparently he has a distance to maintain.

The soothing lullaby made you fall asleep sooner than you thought as you've heard it before and you knew it would but couldn't care less for they are already lot to keep your mind occupied.

Jimin glance back at the opened door of your room as he feel a stare boring holes at his back but find no one. It must be his mind. He assumes and looks at you. Finding you in deep slumber, he straightens up from the ground.

"Sleep well queen." He wishes and takes his leave from the room with a gentle smile on his face but someone didn't like that smile of his.

-

"Do you love me peha?" Hanyo asks looking up at the king whose embrace she's laid in after they did the 'act'. She reach out her hands to intertwine in his and smirks looking at their entangled hands.

"Hanyo you know I don't have a heart." He answers. She always asks the same question and so do he replies, with the same answer. Taehyung calls himself heartless because never in his heart he felt love for someone, even though he love his granny but he never show it so that his foes, which includes some of his courtiers will not attempt to use his granny against him.

He's afraid to love someone but when you came, he wanted you all by himself, he wanted to love you, to protect you. The words his granny uttered to him began to hold truth as he began falling for you. No matter how many times he do 'it' with Hanyo, with you it was complete different feeling.

The moment when his lips touched yours for the very first time, it ignited sparks inside him, as cliché or fictional it may sound but a new wave of emotions, he has never felt before, washed over him. He wanted more of you, he wanted to cherish you. He would secretly sneak glimpses of your pretty figure when you were in garden plucking the flower for your prayer or feeding pigeons, at the shrine offering prayers or staying with his granny. In either way, He couldn't get enough of you.

"I know because even if you had, it'll be mine." She chuckles.

YN, I admit you are more beautiful than me and even his grandmother adores you a lot but what use if Taehyung can't ever fall in love with the you.

She flatters herself with the thought. But little did she knew the king has already fallen for you.

"Will you never have a heart? Never?" She asks, with her keen eyes, like a kid. The king understands her question. By heart she meant the love. Will he never love someone? And when he'll never fall for anyone, she won't have any competitor.

"Never." Follows his instant reply before he rise up and leave the room. And like that he said, he knows he will wipe every single drop of love from his heart which sings your name.