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You never really understood people’s fascination with ridiculing him. Sure, he was handsome and rich, but that’s so artificial and shallow, not everyone with money was an asshole. If they actually knew him, knew what he was like behind closed doors, how he acted when other people weren’t around, they might think differently, they would see it wasn’t just an act. But that’s why you were so thankful. In the moments you had him alone, he wasn’t the crowned prince of Busan, he was just Jimin. He was himself; the kind, sweet boy you’d grown to know and admire over the years.
Park Jimin. Where do you even begin to describe Park Jimin. He was born into a royal life, his father being the current standing king. He was raised in the castle; he had the finest tutors, the best food, received the best presents, and was taken care of by the best people in the country, but somehow, growing up with a literal silver spoon in his mouth didn’t affect who he was as a person. For as long as you’d know him, he had always been the sweetest, most genuine person you’d ever met. He cared about everyone. He was meant to be king.
His people however, disagreed. Jimin’s father wasn’t the nicest nor the most merciful king, so they all assumed Jimin’s kindness was simply a front, and when the time came, he would turn out to be just like the King. But he wasn’t. He was just like his mother; kind, loving, caring.
The King used to be a nice man. It wasn’t until the Queen passed that the King fell into a depression. She got sick when Jimin was nine, and passed shortly after his twelfth birthday. He never got over it, and became an extremely rage-oriented man, blaming Jimin for the death of his wife and leaving his servants to take care of the child.
That’s where you came in. Your mother was Jimin’s nanny. She practically raised the boy on her own along with raising you, and as a result, you and Jimin became close friends, although technically you weren’t supposed to be. He was royalty, and you were the daughter of a servant, and eventually, you became a servant yourself, but you weren’t just a servant, you were Jimin’s personal maid.
From the time you were 10 years old and Jimin was 8, you were in charge of getting Jimin where he needed to be. You woke him up, fed him his meals, got him dressed, made sure he knew when and where to go. You cleaned his room, you washed his clothes, you even prepared his baths until he was old enough to do it himself.
It was considered an honor to be the Prince’s maid, and honestly, it wasn’t a bad job. Jimin was so nice to you that you had to try and clean his things before he woke up, or he would try to help you, saying that he made the mess and he should be the one to clean it. You had tried to explain several times that it was your job, that you got paid to clean up after him, but he was insistent.
He always claimed that you were better than servant work, and he hated seeing you do it. Well, not everyone could be born into royalty. Some people had to make money for a living, and unfortunately, you were one of them. Honestly though, you didn’t mind your work, it gave you permission to spend time with Jimin without politics getting in the way. However, in the long run, that didn’t exactly work in your favor, and your feelings for him often got in the way.
Jimin was a prince, and of course, his father and the court wanted him married off as soon as possible, so suitors were often brought to spend a week or so in the palace. They were all Princesses, literally; the long flowing hair, the high priced designer clothes, the rosy cheeks, the perfect pouty lips, they all had them. They were perfect in every essence of the word.
Every time a new one came to stay, you had to tend to them in addition to completing your normal duties. They just loved gushing to you about how handsome and kind Jimin was, as if you didn’t already know, but you had to hold your tongue, you couldn’t lose your job over some spoiled brat.
You hung your head and did your work, nodding along and agreeing with everything the princesses would say like ‘Oh, yes, he is very handsome’ and ‘I do think I saw him looking at you at dinner last night’, or your personal favorite, ‘A picnic in the woods? That sounds like a great idea’, knowing fully well that eating outside wasn’t Jimin’s favorite, but your jealousy would somehow get the best of you.
Jimin, on the other hand, would be perfectly nice to the girls. He would do everything they wanted, and everything his father wanted, but when the end of the week came, he would simply send them off with a small smile and a wave. He didn’t like any of them; he wanted nothing to do with them, and in some small corner of your heart, it gave you hope.
And that’s how you ended up here, tonight; outside, pinned up against the wall of the karaoke bar, with a strangers thigh between your legs, and his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck. You haven’t even seen his face, it was covered by a mask all night, but his voice, god his voice, it lured you in like no other.
“Y/N!” What? Who was that? Suddenly your body is being touched and you roll over to see your mother frantically trying to wake you up.
“Mom, what…?”
“Y/N-ah, you’re late! It’s already 9 o’clock!”
“What?!” You screech, jumping up out of bed and nearly knocking your mother over in the process. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” You grab some of your work clothes and exchange them for the pajamas you wore to bed.
“It’s not my fault you didn’t wake up to your alarm! How late did you stay out last night?”
“I don’t know… 2? 3?”
“Aish, Y/N, when are you going to learn?”
“I’m sorry, we just got carried away.” You grab your bag off the kitchen table and head toward the door.
“Well you better hope his highness doesn’t fire your ass!” She scolds.
You turn back to her as you stand in the doorway. “He would never fire me.” And with that, you shut the door and start on your way.
Thankfully, you and your mother live in the servants quarters in the palace, so it’s not like you have to walk across town to get to work, but you’re still late, so every second counts. You run up the flight of stairs to the kitchen, and as you push open the ‘in’ door, you’re greeted by a loud voice.
“Y/N-ah!” It’s the head chef, Seokjin, a good friend, and the older brother of your best friend Namjoon. He always sneaks you a few extra desserts after dinner. “Running a bit late, are we?”
“Yeah, I slept right through my alarm.” You admit.
“I told Namjoon to come home at a reasonable time because you both had work today, but no one listens to me.”
“I’m sorry oppa. Do you have his breakfast ready?”
“Of course. It’s under the dome there.” He nods his head to the prep table next to you. You quickly grab the dome and place it on a tray with silverware, a napkin, and some orange juice. Just as you’re about to rush out the door, Seokjin stops you. “Aren’t you going to eat something?”
“I don’t have time!”
“Here.” Seokjin walks toward you, folding something up in a cloth napkin. “I made some of those doughnuts you like. You can eat them when you have time.” He stuffs the package into your bag before ushering you off.
“Thank you!” You call as the door swings shut behind you. You hurry up the back hallway and up the last two flights of stairs to the third floor where Jimin’s room sits. You walk up to the door and give your appearance a check in the mirror across the hall to make sure you’re presentable before knocking. There’s no response, so you open the door a crack and peek your head in. “Your Highness?” You look around the room to see the figure of Jimin still asleep under his covers. Thank god. You hurry into his room and set his breakfast up on the table before setting your bag down in the corner behind his dresser and setting to work straightening his room.
You pick up the clothes that were discarded last night before he crashed, probably out late at another glamorous party, not that you have room to talk, although, your party wasn’t so glamorous. You fold what looks clean and put it away, and toss the dirty clothes into the laundry basket so you can throw them down the laundry shoot later.
You make sure everything’s nice and tidy before opening your phone to look at Jimin’s schedule for the day so you can pick out his clothes. He has a meeting with the court at 11, and then after lunch he has to go to a grand opening, and tonight at 7 is his father’s birthday celebration, and of course he’ll probably go out for drinks afterwards.
For his daily activities, you pull out a crisp blue velvet jacket with a black v neck shirt and black skinny jeans, and for tonight you take out his favorite paisley suit jacket, a pair of black slacks, his black cummerbund, and the black dress shirt with the ruffled collar that he just bought. Just as you’re pulling the shirt out of his closet, you hear a rustling behind you, signaling that Jimin’s waking up.
“Y/N?” Jimin says groggily, his voice still deep from sleep.
“Good morning your Highness.” You call back, hanging his outfit up on one of the hooks on his closet door.
“Morning. Ugh, what time is it?” He asks.
“9:45.”
“Why does it feel so much earlier?” He groans.
“Late night?” You turn to see him lying back against his pillows, his arms up above his head, and his bare chest peeking out from underneath the blankets.
“Jeongguk dragged me to that stupid party in Daegu. I don’t think we got back until 3.”
“Well, you can rest for a bit yet, your first meeting isn’t until 11.”
“Thank god.” Jimin sighs, sitting up, the covers falling to his lap and revealing his naked torso to you. “Hey, would you mind bringing breakfast over here?” He pats the bed. “I don’t want to get up yet.”
“Oh, sure thing.” You grab his breakfast off the table and carefully walk to his side, placing the silver tray on the mattress in front of him and placing the orange juice on his nightstand. As you go to walk away, Jimin grabs your wrist, startling you.
“It sounded like you were on time this morning.” He observes. “Which to you, means you were late.”
“Yeah, j-just a little bit.” You admit, blushing at the contact.
“And I assume you haven’t eaten yet?”
“Well no, but-”
“But Seokjin gave you something?” He asks hopefully.
“Yeah.”
“Go grab it. We can eat together.” He flashes you a smile and releases your wrist.
“Oh, no I’m okay, really I-”
“Y/N, I can’t have you working on an empty stomach! Consider this an order. Go get your food so we can eat.”
“Can I just finish-”
“Nope. Breakfast, now.” He commands.
“Okay, hang on.” You walk over behind his dresser and grab the food Seokjin shoved in your bag before walking over to the table.
“Hey, come over here.” Jimin calls as you go to sit. You look up to see him patting the bed in front of him again.
“Oh, no Jimin I couldn’t.”
“Come on Y/N. Don’t make me eat by myself.” He pouts.
“But-”
“Please?”
“Fine.” You sigh, grabbing your food and walking over to the bed where Jimin is cheering. Jimin opens his dome to find pancakes, fruit, cream cheese dip, eggs, bacon, and potatoes; a breakfast fit for, well, a prince. You sit on the opposite side of his tray and unfold your napkin of goodies to find not only doughnuts, but some fruit, and a container of eggs and fried potatoes. God Seokjin spoils you.
“Ooo, can I have a doughnut?” Jimin asks when he spies the sweet dessert. “I’ll give you some bacon.”
“Sure.” You pick up one of the sweets and hand it over, trading it for a piece of bacon. Jimin immediately puts the doughnut in his mouth and hums happily.
“How does Jin make such good food?” Jimin asks, his mouth full.
“I don’t know, he just does.” You state, picking up a strawberry.
“Oh, here!” Jimin grabs the cream cheese dip and holds it out to you. “Try this. It’s really good with strawberries.” You hesitate, but he pushes the dish toward you again and you relent, dipping your strawberry into the sweet white cream. You bite into the red fruit and an unintentional groan slips past your lips. Jimin smiles as he observes your reaction. “I told you!”
“It shouldn’t be that good!” You exclaim, finishing off your strawberry and placing the green top back down on your napkin.
“I know right? It’s delicious.” He agrees, trying some for himself. As you go to take a bite of the bacon Jimin stops you. “Oh, wait, Y/N. You’ve got a little something there.”
“Where?” You look down and push your lips out to try and see.
“Right here.” Jimin leans over and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants of the dip. His thumb lingers a bit longer than it should, but he eventually pulls back and licks the cream off his thumb, surprising you a bit. “So why were you late this morning?” Jimin asks as he digs into his pancakes.
“Oh I slept through my alarm.”
“Late night?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows, repeating the question you asked him earlier.
You giggle shyly. “Just a bit.”
“And what were you up to?”
“Namjoon and I went out to that karaoke place that just opened up across town.”
“Really? How was it?” Jimin asks.
“It was pretty cool actually. We stayed way too late though. I think I got back around the same time you did.” You admit.
“Ah man, I wish I could go there. It seems so cool.”
“Why don’t you?” You question, biting into your egg and potato mixture.
Jimin chuckles. “Um, hello? Prince?”
“Exactly, they’d probably love to have you.”
“But I don’t want to go as the Prince and be fussed over all night.” He sighs. “I just want to go as me.”
“Go in disguise.”
“What?” Jimin stares at you wide eyed.
“Go in disguise. You know, put on some normal people clothes and a face mask and pretend to be poor for a night.” You suggest.
“Do you think… You think that would work?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“I’ll have to try that.” He states, setting his fork down and leaning back against his pillows. “Mm, that was so good. You’ll have to thank Jin for me.”
“Of course, are you all finished?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, you should get dressed then. There’s only forty five minutes until you have to meet the court.”
“Right, um. You take these down to the kitchen and I’ll be dressed by the time you get back.”
“Can do. Chop chop though, you can’t be late today.” You stand and start collecting the dirty dishes, expecting Jimin to start getting ready, but he just sits in his bed. “Chim, what are you doing? Go get ready.” You use the secret pet name you always call him when no one else is around.
“I can’t.”
“You can’t…?”
“Not until you leave.”
“What are you talking about?” You ask, picking up the tray.
“I’m um… I’m not wearing… anything.”
“What do you- Wait. Are you naked?” You gasp.
“Yeahhh.” His cheeks flush a light pink.
“So I’ve been sitting here, eating breakfast with you, while your junk is out under that blanket?”
Jimin starts laughing. “Don’t make me feel bad about it!”
“Ah, god, get dressed. I’m leaving.” You shake your head and make your way out the door, leaving a giggling Jimin behind you.
You walk back down to the kitchen and place the dirty dishes in the sink. When you turn around, you nearly jump out of your skin as you see Namjoon standing directly behind you.
“Hey Y/N.”
“Jesus Joon, why do you do that to me?” You ask, smacking him on the shoulder as you walk past him.
“Because it’s fun.” He states.
“You’re the worst.”
“So, did his highness confess his love for you yet?” Namjoon asks, hopping up to sit on the counter in his daily server attire. Seokjin got him a job in the kitchens, but Namjoon can’t cook to save his life, he can barely serve he’s so clumsy. You roll your eyes. Namjoon knows you like Jimin, and is thoroughly convinced that Jimin feels the same way.
“No, but he was naked.” You tell him.
Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Did you see it?”
“I didn’t see anything, he was under the covers you dummy.”
“Aw man.”
“Besides, can’t you be like, executed for seeing a royal in the nude?”
“Maybe in the seventeenth century.” Namjoon laughs. “I think nowadays it’s just an ‘oops, sorry’ kind of thing.”
“Whatever, I have to get back up there.” You pat him on the thigh before heading back to the door. “Tell your brother that breakfast was amazing!”
“Hey, we’re going out again tonight! Don’t be late!” Namjoon calls after you. You wave him away as you exit the kitchen and hurry back up the stairs to Jimin’s room, knocking once more on his oversized mahogany door.
“Come in!” You hear Jimin’s cheery voice call.
“It’s me.” You state, stepping into his room to see him standing in front of the floor length mirror on his wall, now fully dressed. You shut the door behind you and make your way over to where he stands. “Lookin good.” You state, smoothing your hands over the lapels of the blue velvet to make it sit right.
“Hm. It needs something though.”
“Like what?” You ask, looking up to meet his gaze. God he’s so beautiful, you would happily get lost in his eyes and throw away the map any day of the week. You don’t mean it to, but standing in such close proximity to him always makes your heart rate pick up.
“I don’t know, just… something.” He pouts a bit, fussing with his sleeves. You think for a minute before an idea comes to you. You snap your fingers and disappear into his closet momentarily to locate the object you know will complete the outfit. You return with a black and red scarf choker in your hands.
“Here.” You hold the choker out to him.
“That works!” He exclaims. “Would you mind?” He nods his head toward the piece before turning his back to you, indicating for you to fasten it around his neck for him.
“Oh, sure thing.” You hold the scarf in front of him before wrapping it around his neck and fastening the clasp behind him. “Okay, turn.” You command. He spins to face you, and you adjust the choker until it sits just right on his neck. “There, perfect.”
You step back and Jimin examines the newest addition to his ensemble. “It’s great Y/N, thank you.” He smiles at you, but it’s that cheesy smile where his eyes crinkle up to the point where you don’t think he can see and you giggle slightly.
“Of course it’s my job.” You remind him turning to pick up the clothes that had magically appeared on the floor in the time you were gone.
“Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t.”
“What do you mean?” You ask, pausing your task.
“Sometimes, I wish you helped me because you wanted to.”
You chuckle lightly. “I do like helping you, you know.”
“Yeah, but you mostly do it because you have to.”
“Well I do enjoy getting paid.” You point out.
“I know.” He lets out the smallest of sighs and for a moment, you can’t help but feel sorry for him. You can’t even imagine what it must be like, not knowing if people like you for you, or if they only like you for your title.
“Well, as your friend, even if I wasn’t paid, I’d probably come up here and dress your ass anyway. Can’t have you walking around in sweatpants and a t shirt.”
This makes Jimin smile. “Thank you Y/N. You’re the best.”
“You’re welcome. Now get going! Can’t have you be late to the court! Your dad will kill you, and then I’ll have to clean it up!”
“Aish, you’re right, okay. I’ll see you tonight though, at the party?”
“Oh, I wasn’t planning on going actually.” You confess. “I was just going to do your makeup and then leave.”
“What? Why not?” Jimin rushes to your side.
“Well, I don’t have to go for work, and I wasn’t invited as a guest, so I was going to take the night off.”
“You could be my guest!”
“Jimin I don’t even have anything to wear.”
“What if I got you a dress?”
“What? No, I-”
“I still owe you for your birthday last year!”
“That’s too much.”
“What if it’s free?”
“Hm?”
“If I get the dress for free, will you come with me?”
“Chim-”
“Please? I’ll feel so much better if you’re there. Come with me.”
The desperation in his eyes is almost tangible, and you can’t help but give in. “Fine, but only if it’s free.”
“Yes! Thank you, thank you!” Jimin exclaims, suddenly wrapping you in his arms.
“Yeah, yeah, now get going or you will be late!” You scold, breaking his embrace and ushering him out of his room.
“Alright alright, I’m going, sheesh! I’ll see you tonight at six!” He flashes one more smile before leaving and shutting the door behind him.
As soon as he’s gone, you walk over and flop down onto Jimin’s mattress, wondering exactly what you just did. Did you really just agree to go on a date with Jimin? Could you even call it a date? What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
You shake your head as you stand back up, pulling the sheets off of Jimin’s bed and throwing them into a pile next to the laundry basket. You pick up the rest of his clothes scattered about, tossing them in the basket before bringing everything out into the hallway, and heaving them all down the laundry shoot.
You go back to his room, returning the now empty basket to its place before grabbing fresh sheets out of the cabinet in his closet and remaking his bed. When you finish, you go about and straighten everything else in his room, and when you’re satisfied with your work, you grab your bag and head back to the kitchen for lunch to seek out the Kim brothers.
When you walk into the kitchen, you find it in full swing, everyone busy preparing for lunch, except for Namjoon that is, he’s sitting at the table in the back corner eating a banana, watching his older brother bark orders. You make beeline for the younger Kim and throw your bag in his lap.
“Ah, what the fuck?” He cries as your stuff crushes his balls.
“Help me.” You beg, taking the chair next to him and laying your head on the table.
“What’d you do now?” He groans, putting your bag on the floor.
“I told Jimin I’d go to the party with him.” You mumble into your arms.
“Didn’t catch that.” He states. “Come on, sit up.”
You whine before sitting up and slouching in your seat. “I told Jimin I’d go to the party with him tonight.”
“What?” Namjoon’s eyes nearly burst out of his head. “He asked you?!”
“Sort of?”
“Tell me what happened!” He encourages. You quickly relay the events of the conversation to Namjoon and he listens intently.
“And then he said he’d feel better if I went with him, so I said yes.”
“Holy shit, Y/N. This is totally a date!”
“No it isn’t. I’m just going with him, I’m not going with him. I’ll just stand on the sidelines to make sure he’s okay I guess.”
Namjoon scoffs. “And if he asks you to dance?”
Shit. You hadn’t thought of that. “Joon, I have no idea how to dance.”
Just then, Seokjin walks over. “And don’t we all know it!” He laughs as he places your lunches in front of the both of you. “But who cares?”
“Hyung, she’s going to the party tonight. With Jimin.”
Seokjin reacts much in the same way his brother did, his eyes going wide. “Well then I suggest you learn how to dance. And fast.”
“Yeah, thanks.” You throw your head back in defeat. “I’m so screwed.”
“No, no.” Namjoon argues. “I’m not letting my best friend give up on the man of her dreams. We just need to find someone who can teach you.”
“You could always try Hoseok?” Seokjin suggests.
“Hoseok?” You question. “Like, Jimin’s cousin, the Duke, Hoseok?”
“He’s really good at dancing.” Namjoon confirms. “I’m pretty sure he taught Jimin.”
“Yeah, but why would he teach me?”
“Because he owes me one.” Seokjin smirks.
You and Namjoon exchange a glance. “For what?” You ask.
“Don’t worry about it.” He waves the question away. “Hurry up and eat, we’ll go find him after lunch.”
You nod and dig into your food, closely followed by Namjoon. Seokjin goes and retrieves his own lunch before sitting down to join you. You all eat rather quickly, shoveling down the noodles Seokjin prepared. When you’re finished, you all put your empty bowls in the sink, and Seokjin gives a few orders before taking off his apron and ushering you all out into the hallway.
“He just ate, so he should be in his room right now.” Seokjin states, leading you up to the second floor and then down a long hallway to a large white door. Seokjin knocks, a bit obnoxiously, until you hear someone yell ‘come in’ from the other side. Seokjin pushes the door open and gestures for you to follow him in.
“Hobi!” Seokjin calls as soon as he steps over the threshold, startling a boy with subtle orange hair.
“Jin hyung!” The boy yells back, standing to greet Seokjin. “What are you doing here? It’s been forever!”
“Ah, I know, but it gets busy down in that kitchen!”
“I’m sure it does!” Hoseok chuckles. “But that just means you’re making good food!”
Jin joins in the light hearted laughter. “Thank you, I try.”
“Ah, Namjoon-ah, knocked any more vases over lately?” Hoseok jokes, probably referring to the time Namjoon crashed into a vase in the main hall, causing it to fall to the floor and shatter into a million teeny tiny pieces.
“Not recently, no.” Namjoon hangs his head, face flushing at the memory. It wasn’t one of his best moments.
“Don’t feel bad kid, all was forgiven, remember?”
“I know.”
“Anyway, what can I do for you guys?” Hoseok inquires, sitting at his desk.
“Remember that favor you owe me?” Seokjin questions.
“Of course! Are you cashing it in now?”
Seokjin nods, looking around for a bit before he locates you still lingering in the doorway. He walks over, grabs your arm and drags you into the room to stand in front of Hoseok who eyes you carefully. “She needs to learn how to dance.” Seokjin states.
“Oh?” Hoseok tilts his head, his interest clearly piqued. “You’re Jimin’s friend, right?”
“I’m just his maid-”
“Exactly!” Namjoon says over you. “And she has a date!”
“With Jimin.” Seokjin adds. “Tonight. They’re going to the party together.”
“Is that so?” Hoseok breaks into a wide smile. “It’s about time that boy found someone.”
“It’s not like that, we-”
“Isn’t it though?” Seokjin states. No one listens to you, they just go on about how cute you and Jimin will be together and how you deserve this and-
“We’re just friends!” You burst, startling the three boys surrounding you. They all blink at you, shocked.
“If you say so.” Namjoon shrugs. “So can you teach her?” He asks Hoseok.
“By tonight? Yeah, it shouldn’t be a problem to teach her a few things. Hopefully she’s better than you two.”
“Yah, is that anyway to talk to your elder?” Seokjin whines.
“Eh. I’ll take my chances.” Hoseok shrugs before turning to you. “Are you ready?”
“I suppose.”
“Good.” Hoseok walks over to his dresser and pulls out a change of clothes for himself before turning to eye you and pulling something else out. “Here,” He tosses you the mystery fabric. A pair of leggings? “My ex girlfriend left those here, you can use them. It’ll be more comfortable than your work pants.”
You nod and Hoseok quickly begins stripping. Your eyes go wide in shock but you decide to just deal with it. You’ve already seen one royal almost naked today. You shoot a glare at Namjoon and Seokjin, silently telling them to turn around, you’re not sure why, they’ve both seen you in your underwear dozens of times, but you suppose you want the duke to think you have some decency. They roll their eyes, but agree, turning to face the wall as you slip out of your pants and into the leggings Hoseok lent to you.
When you’re both dressed, Hoseok walks over, grabs your arm, and drags you out the door. You have no choice but to follow behind as Hoseok leads you out of his room and across the hall to a set of large light brown doors. He opens the doors and leads you into what looks like a dance studio. You walk into the large room and look around at the wall to wall mirrors in fascination.
“What’s that look for?” Hoseok asks as he takes in your awestruck expression.
“I’ve never been on this floor before I don’t think. I had no idea this was up here.” You admit.
Hoseok laughs. “It was a birthday present from the Parks.”
“You must really like to dance then, huh?” You ask, turning to face him.
“You could say that.” He smirks. “Now are you ready?”
“I guess so.”
“Alright, Jin, Joon, you guys can go then.” Hoseok says to the other two boys who were still following you.
“Aw, we can’t stay and watch?” Namjoon whines.
“No, I need her complete focus here. No distractions.” Hoseok states. “Out out.” He walks over and shoo’s the two boys out the door.
“Bye Y/N!” Namjoon calls.
“Good luck!” Jin yells as the door shuts behind them.
“Alright, let’s get started.” Hoseok claps his hands together and walks over to the stereo, turning on some soft music. “So. How much dancing have you done?” He inquires.
“Um, I’ve been to some clubs with Namjoon, but that’s about it.”
“So, no ballroom dancing then?”
You snort. “I haven’t exactly had time to learn how.”
“Okay well, at the King’s parties, ballroom dancing is a must. He’s not a fan of contemporary or club dancing. And Jimin absolutely loves the ballroom style, so if you can learn a few dances, he’ll be really impressed.”
“I’m not trying to impress him.” You mumble, looking down at the floor.
“No?”
“He just asked me to come with him to make him feel more comfortable, you know, as friends.”
“Sweetheart, it’s his father’s birthday, in his own house. Why wouldn’t he feel comfortable?”
“Well, I-”
“It’s a date.”
You sigh. “Whatever. Can we just get started?”
“Sure thing. So, the only dance you really need to learn is the waltz. Most of the songs they play are are going to be in three-four time, like this one.” Hoseok pulls a small remote out of his pocket and changes the music with the push of a button. “Waltz’s are Jimin’s favorite, so he’s probably going to ask you to dance to at least one of them.” Hoseok walks over to you. “So, first things first. You’re going to be going backwards.”
“Backwards?”
“Yes. In dancing, the man leads, so you’re going to be backwards. But we’ll try it by yourself first.”
“Alright.”
“Okay, so, waltz’s are in counts of three, so for count one, slide your right foot back, and when you land on that foot, your left foot comes up on your heel.”
“Okay.” You slide your right foot back and rest your weight on it.
“Okay, good. On count two, your left foot slides out to the side.” He demonstrates, and you imitate him. “And on the third count your feet come back together, and you lift your left foot up because it’s going to be your next step.”
You bring your feet back together. “Like this?”
“Yep! Okay, now just repeat the steps with the opposite feet.”
“So…” You hesitate.
“So, left foot back, right foot out to the side, then together.”
“Right.” You nod and then follow his instructions.
“Good, that was good. Now just do it again. Starting with your right foot.” Hoseok has you repeat the process over and over, all across the studio floor; up and down, back and forth, for what feels like forever, until he finally stops you. “Alright! Now, let’s try it together.”
“Okay.” Hoseok strides over and stands directly in front of you.
“Now, put your left hand on my shoulder, and place your right hand in my left.” You step forward and do as he says and then he places his right hand on the small of your back, pulling you extremely close and making you blush at the sudden proximity. “Ready?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Right foot first.” Hoseok waits for the new song to start and then nods to you.”One, two, three!” On the next count of one, Hoseok steps forward, guiding you through the dance as you step back. You stumble a bit, but Hoseok is right there to keep you going. “Keep up, come on, you can do it.” He encourages, spinning you around on the dancefloor.
After you ‘perfect’ your waltz, Hoseok attempts to teach you how to salsa, but to no avail. When you stumble for the third time, you trip and fall flat on your ass, accidentally pulling Hoseok down with you. Hoseok immediately bursts out into laughter. “Alright, I think we’re done here.”
“Yeah I don’t think I was meant to salsa.”
“Well up until that point, you were actually doing really well. I think I just spun you too much.” He states, standing up. “But anyway, don’t you have to go get ready?”
“Hm?” You look up at the clock on the wall and see that it’s already almost six o’clock. Have you really been dancing for five hours? “Shit, Jimin’s going to kill me if I’m late.” You freeze when you realize you just swore in front of the duke. “I mean-”
Hoseok holds his hands up when he sees the panic in your eyes. “Don’t worry about it. Just be on your way.”
“Thank you.” You pick up your bag and wave goodbye, exiting the studio before running down the hall and up the stairs to the third floor. You wipe off the little bit of sweat you accumulated while dancing before knocking on Jimin’s door. “Your Highness?” You call.
“Come in!” Jimin exclaims, rushing to meet you as soon as you open the door and wrapping you in a tight embrace. That’s two hugs today alone, more skinship than you’ve had with him since you were little. When he releases you, he grabs your arm and pulls you toward his closet. “Come see, I have your dress!”
“O-okay.” You follow behind as he drags you with him into the closet. He pulls you up to a large garment bag hanging in front of his pants collection.
“Are you ready?” He asks, quivering with excitement.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Jimin flashes you a bright smile before unzipping the garment bag and pulling out the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen. It’s simple, yet elegant. It’s a black, one shoulder dress with a large, full tulle ball gown skirt, and lace detailing throughout the bodice.
“Jimin…” You gasp. “It’s… It’s too much.”
“No it isn’t.” He assures you. “It’s perfect.”
“Jimin I-”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful, but I can’t wear this! People might actually mistake me for a princess.” You snort.
“That’s the point.” He reminds you. “I can’t just have you walk in there wearing,” Jimin glances down at you. “Leggings? Since when do you wear leggings?”
“Oh I um, spilled something on my work pants and didn’t have time to change, so one of the other girls lent me these.” You lie so you don’t have to explain that you were actually practicing dancing to try and impress him.
“You don’t have to lie to me Y/N.” He states, and you look up at him shocked. How could he know so quickly? “I’m sure it was Namjoon that probably spilled it.”
“Oh, yeah.” You agree quickly, thankful for your best friends clumsy nature.
“Anyway, let’s go do our makeup first!” He pulls you back out to his room and sits you down on the bench at the vanity before sitting next to you. Your heart begins to pound again. He’s so close that his thigh is pressed up against yours. “I am your canvas!” He states, turning a bit to face you.
You giggle a bit at his enthusiasm. “Okay, okay, sit still.” You grab his make up bag off the counter and start digging through it, pulling out everything you’ll need to try and give him a face more flawless than the one he already has. His face doesn’t need much; primer, concealer, blush, and a light highlight to give him some more definition. Then you go to work on his eyes, lining them, and then smoking them out just enough.
“There. Perfect!” You boop him on the nose.
Jimin turns and looks at himself in the mirror, smiling as he admires his reflection. “How do you always manage to make me look so good?”
“Ah, I don’t think that’s me, I think it’s a natural thing.” You point out
“Are you saying I’m handsome?” He smirks at you.
“W-what? I’m not- no. I mean, yes, but-”
Jimin starts laughing. “Look at how flustered you are! You’re so cute Y/N-ah.” He pinches your cheek. “Now, it’s your turn!”
“I can do my own makeup, you should, uh, you should go get dressed.”
“Are you sure?”
“I do your makeup, I can do mine too.” You laugh.
“Okay, feel free to use my stuff though!”
“Thank you.” You bow your head and Jimin walks off into his closet to change. You sit at the vanity and begin doing your own makeup. You keep it simple but elegant, with winged liner, and a slightly dark, nude lip. When you finish, you stand and walk into the closet to see Jimin standing there shirtless, fastening his pants. “Oh god, I’m sorry.” You state, turning away.
“Hm?” Jimin turns to see you awkwardly standing in the doorway. “Oh, it’s okay.” He hums, grabbing his shirt and walking up to you. “You can change in here, just come out when you’re done!” He pushes you into the closet and shuts the door, leaving you standing face to face with this monster of a dress you’re supposed to get yourself into.
You happen to look to the side of the dress as you take it off the hanger to see a pair of black heels with a red outsole and a note attached to them.
Can’t go without shoes!
~Jimin
You grab the heels and take note of their designer name. Louboutin. You know for a fact these weren’t free. You strip out of your clothes, slip the much too expensive shoes onto your feet, and take the dress off the hanger, unzipping it before stepping into the delicate fabric. When you get your arm into the one sleeve you realize that you can’t reach behind you to zip it shut. Crap.
“Chim?” You call out.
You hear a knock on the door before it opens. “Y/N, are you okay?”
You turn to look at him over your shoulder. “Can you zip me?”
“Oh sure.” He walks over to you, now fully dressed, and you feel his hands on the small of your back, brushing your bare skin as he grabs the zipper and slides it up your back, making you shudder. “There you go!” You walk over and look at yourself in the mirror, a bit shocked at the sight of yourself. Jimin walks up behind you and gasps. “Wow, Y/N. You really do look like a princess.” He whispers.
Not only do you look like a princess, you look like Jimin’s princess. Your outfits match, and with him standing behind and just to the side of you, it looks like a painted portrait of King and Queen. Your breath leaves you a bit as you stand there gawking at yourself.
“Did you like the shoes?” Jimin asks, snapping you out of your trance.
“The shoes, Chim…” You turn to face him, your dress swishing as you do. “The shoes are-”
“The birthday present I forgot to give you.” He interrupts.
“They’re too expensive!”
Jimin chuckles. “Do you know how much they cost?”
“No, but-”
“Then don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, what about the dress, there’s no way this was-”
“Free.” He states.
“How?” You ask. “I mean, look at it.” You twirl, stopping to look at yourself in the mirror again.
“It was my mother’s.” He whispers.
“What? Oh god, Jimin, no I can’t wear this.”
“Yes you can.”
“It’s literally made for a queen, I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.” Jimin states. “She would want you to wear it. I think she’d really like you.”
“Jimin…” You bite your lip, unsure if you should go through with this or not.
“Are you ready? We’re going to be late.”
“You’re the prince, aren’t you supposed to be late to parties?” You joke, making Jimin smile.
“It’s called being fashionably late, but not today. Not on dad’s birthday.” You catch a glimpse of sadness flash through his expression before he smiles at you again. “Shall we?” He asks, extending his hand.
“We shall.” You nod, taking his outstretched hand and letting him lead you out of the closet, and out of his room into the hallway where he pulls you toward the main staircase. You’ve never taken the main staircase before, you always take the service staircase. You have to. You don’t realize it, but you’ve stopped walking. Jimin stares at you, a bit concerned.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
“Hm? Oh, um, yeah. I’m okay. I’ve just never taken these stairs before.”
“They’re just stairs.” He reminds you.
“Right. Sorry, let’s go.”
As Jimin leads you down one flight of stairs, you can already hear the hum of the party. He leads you around the corner to the upper door of the grandhall. When you reach the door the hum gets louder, how is everyone here already? You can’t wait to see how the grand hall has been decorated. Hopefully Namjoon won’t knock anything over while he’s serving tonight. When you reach the doors to the grand hall Jimin stops and turns to you.
“Do I look okay?”
“Jimin you look great.” You assure him. He smiles at you again before turning frontward and nodding to the doorman. The doors open wide and music fills your ears, along with the chattering of all the guests. You both walk forward and the doorman announces your entry.
“Please welcome, Jimin, the Crowned Prince of Busan, and-” The announcer, long time friend Jiwoo, pauses when he sees you, as if unable to believe it’s actually you. “And his honored guest, Y/N?” It comes out as more of a question than an announcement. You give him a small wave as you walk past. Jimin leads you up to the banister and you look out over the hall to see what must be a thousand people looking up at you.
Your breath leaves you and you’re afraid your legs might give out underneath you until you feel Jimin’s grip tighten on your hand, steadying you.
“Wave.” He whispers. “And smile.” It takes you a second, but you manage to do as he says, relaxing a bit when you hear him giggling beside you. After a moment, he tugs you away and you stop waving, following behind him as he leads you over to where his dad sits.
“Father.” Jimin bows respectfully.
“Jimin, so glad you finally decided to join us.” The king says, not even looking up.
“Happy birthday!” Jimin smiles brightly before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small package. “I got this for you.” The king holds out his hand and Jimin gently places the present in it. The king tears off the paper and opens the box to reveal a brand new Patek Phillipe watch. “I heard Chaemi talking about how you needed a new watch.” Chaemi was the King’s maid.
“Thanks.” The king closes the box back up and hands it to the guard standing behind him. “Now go enjoy yourself.” You sigh a bit in relief, feeling a bit awkward watching this exchange.
“Wait, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Oh no. Jimin grabs your arm and pulls you forward, placing his other hand on the small of your back. The king looks up and you immediately shrink under his gaze. “Father, this is Y/N, one of my closest friends.”
“Your Majesty.” You curtsey politely.
“Is she a princess?” The king asks Jimin.
“Well, no, but-”
“Then I don’t know why you’re introducing her, she’ll be gone soon.” Ouch. That kind of stings, and you can’t help but flinch a bit.
“But father-”
“Can’t you bother someone else on my birthday?” The king raises his hand to wave you both away.
Jimin huffs in protest, about to say something else, but you pull him back. “Jimin it’s okay, let’s just go.”
“At least the girl has some sense.” The king mutters, just loud enough for you to hear, but thankfully, Jimin doesn’t as he walks away and leads you over to the stairs and down to the main floor of the hall where the actual party is in full swing. People all around you are smiling, laughing, eating, drinking, everyone’s in such a great mood, except for the king you suppose.
Jimin pulls you to the side over by the drink tables and grabs two glasses of champagne and hands one to you before downing his own and turning to you. “I’m sorry about him.” He states, replacing his empty glass.
“Don’t worry about it.” You wave him off, taking a small sip of your drink.
“But I really wanted him to meet you.”
“He has met me. I work for him, remember?”
“But not like this.” He gestures to your outfit.
“Jimin, I’m only going to be like this for tonight.” You remind him. Jimin looks at you as if to protest, but then just simply nods before downing his second glass.
You stand there a bit awkwardly as high class people come up to say hello to Jimin, completely ignoring you in every sense of the word. However, Jimin, ever the gentleman, makes sure to introduce you to every person that comes up to him, and you being raised well, bow politely and watch as the rich glower at you with disdain for your existence.
When Jimin’s ‘friend’, a princess you’d had to take care of while she was staying here, who was intent on marrying Jimin, approaches, you quickly turn and pretend to be fascinated with the champagne left in your glass.
“Jimin, your highness!” She cries, a bit over the top. “How are you?” She offers him her hand, which he takes, placing a delicate kiss on the top.
“Princess Minhee, what a surprise. I’m doing well, how are you?”
“Oh just awful darling! My designer got the color of my dress all wrong!” She crosses her arms in a pout.
“Ah, I’m sorry about that.” Jimin grabs you and pulls you back to him before you can wander out of arm’s reach. “You remember my friend Y/N, right?”
“Your highness.” You mutter, curtseying. Minhee studies you for a moment as if trying to place your face, when her eyes suddenly go wide with realization.
“Y/N? Aren’t you that maid?” She questions, obviously disgusted.
“Tonight she’s a princess too!” Jimin exclaims, pulling you closer and watching your expression intently.
“Aw playing dress up? How cute.” Minhee spits. “That’s a little low, even for you, Jimin.”
“What are you talking about?” His head snaps back to Minhee.
“I mean, taking a servant girl to the dance because you feel bad for her? That’s enough charity for a year.” She laughs sourly and the crowd of minions behind her follow suit. You suddenly feel incredibly small and it’s a bit hard to breathe. You need to leave, now. You look around to see where you are. Perfect, there’s a servant exit just behind you.
As Jimin steps forward to confront Minhee, you slip behind him and disappear through the door, hearing Minhee call out behind you. “Aw, look she’s running away! See Jimin? She just can’t handle the-” The door shuts on her words as you begin sniffling quietly to yourself. You don’t want to ruin your makeup, but words can really hurt, even if they’re from the mouth of a spoiled brat.
You pick yourself up and begin walking down the hallway toward the kitchen, wanting to get away from everything, when you hear the door open behind you. You turn to see if maybe Namjoon caught sight of the whole ordeal and came to comfort you, but that’s not who wraps their arms around you. It’s Jimin.
“Jimin, what are you doing here?” You ask, pushing him away and lowering your face to hide your smudged makeup.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Jimin repents. “Minhee is just… She’s such an awful person.”
You shake your head, wiping away your tears. “It’s fine.”
“No it isn’t! I can’t believe she said that to you.”
“Well she did so…” You shrug.
“So I kicked her out because of it.”
“You what?” Your head shoots up to stare at Jimin in confusion.
“I made her leave Y/N. I had security escort her out.”
“Chim, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes I did.” He reaches up and wipes a tear from your cheek. “If she thinks she can talk to my date like that, she’s way out of line.” Your ears twitch when he says date, but you don’t let it affect you, it’s most likely just a slip of the tongue.
“T-thank you.” You mumble.
“Of course Y/N-ah.” He pulls you into another embrace, and this time, you let him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he buries his face in your hair. “I would never let anyone hurt you.” He whispers.
“Thanks.” You mutter, looking up at him. “Now, let’s go have some fun.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Jimin beams at you warmly.
“But first things first, is my makeup okay?” You inquire. Jimin pulls back and cups your face in both hands, tilting your head this way and that to get a good look at you.
“Perfect.”
“Really?” You ask, skeptical.
“Thank god for waterproof eyeliner.” Jimin giggles, taking your hand and leading you back out into the grand hall. “So, do you know how to waltz?” He asks, tugging you out onto the dancefloor just as the current song ends.
“I guess we’ll see?” You answer hopefully.
“I guess we will.”
A swell of violins fills the air as the new song begins. You place your free hand on Jimin’s shoulder and raise the one already clasped in his. Jimin’s free hand wraps around your waist and settles on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. Just behind Jimin, you spot Hoseok who sends you a sly wink over his date’s shoulder. You nod slightly in return before turning your focus back to Jimin. God, he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face.
As the music picks up, Jimin steps forward, and you step back. For some reason, this is so much easier with Jimin than it was with Hoseok. You’re not entirely sure why, maybe it’s because now you’ve done it before, but as Jimin effortlessly twirls you around the dance floor, you fall in sync with him. It’s as though the two of you are connected, every move he makes is countered by your own, and when the dance is over, you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. It’s over? Already? But you were actually having fun.
“Wow.” Jimin gasps when the music ends. “You can actually waltz!”
“I guess I can.” You’re as surprised as him. You didn’t fall once.
“Want to go again?” He asks hopefully.
“Sounds great.” You smile up at him, and his eyes crinkle up from his own grin.
You and Jimin dance through the next few hours, it isn’t until Jimin stumbles that you suggest sitting down for a bit. You wander over to a table as Jimin goes to fetch you both a drink. As you sit, you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face, that is, until you feel a presence behind you. You turn around to see one of Minhee’s minions glowering down at you.
“Hi Y/N.” She sits down in the chair next to you.
“Hello.” You nod your head in greeting.
The girl leans in closer, gripping your arm hard enough to bruise. “You little slut. You think you can keep Jimin all to yourself? Well, news flash, you’re just a dumb maid, not a princess. You’re only here as a charity case. Minhee is going to be Queen soon enough, so I suggest you stay the fuck away from her future husband you bitch.”
Just as she finishes speaking, Jimin arrives at your side. “Jaeeun, can I help you with something?” He asks, slightly hostile.
“Oh no, Y/N and I were just catching up! I haven’t seen her since our stay here!” She releases your arm before standing up. “She’s all yours!” Jaeeun shouts, disappearing into the crowd.
Jimin places both glasses on the table and takes his seat next to you, searching your expression for any sign of distress. “Y/N, are you okay? What did she say to you?”
“Nothing.” You state, your expression blank. “She didn’t say anything.”
He continues staring, clearly not convinced, and he shouldn’t be. “Y/N-”
“I have to go.” You abruptly stand up.
“Y/N, what did she say to you?”
“It has nothing to do with her.” You lie. “I just saw that it’s already ten o’clock. Namjoon and I are going to that bar again tonight, and I… I still have to change.” You turn and search for the closest servant’s door. The one you went through earlier. You make a beeline for it, leaving Jimin to trail behind you, shouting in protest.
“Y/N what are you doing? Come back here.”
“I’m sorry Jimin.” You call back. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You duck behind the door and immediately turn to your left, running down the stairway to the basement of the palace where the in-house staff sleeps, knowing Jimin won’t know which way you went, you hope he’ll just give up.
You slow your pace when you enter the long hallway where your home sits. You trudge down the hall, upset at Minhee, at Jaeeun, but mostly at yourself, for allowing yourself to become swept away by the fantasy that Jimin might actually like you, that this was actually a date, that he didn’t feel exactly like all the other rich people in the room, looking down on you with pity and condescension just because you weren’t born into wealth. Jimin probably didn’t even kick Minhee out. He’s probably talking to her right now, both of them laughing at how foolish you are.
You’re thankful your mom’s working at the party. You’d hate for her to see you like this. You input the keycode to your house and enter quietly, flicking on the lights and making your way to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you and text Namjoon, hoping that he’s almost done his shift and you can get out of the palace as soon as possible.
You kick off the ridiculously expensive shoes you didn’t realize were killing your feet until now. You then struggle to get yourself out of the absurdly poofy cupcake looking dress that you now despise, despite its beauty. It brought you nothing but bad luck and heartbreak; you’ll have to bring them back to Jimin tomorrow, thankfully, it’s your day off, so you won’t be forced to stay. You make your way to the bathroom to wipe off the excessive makeup now streaming down your face when there’s a knock on your door. That had better not be Jimin.
You walk over to the door and look through the peephole to see Namjoon standing there waiting. You hastily open the door and he immediately rushes in, wrapping you in his arms.
“Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?” He pulls back, cupping your face in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”
“He didn’t do anything. It was… It was amazing.”
“Then what’s wrong?” He drops his hands, confused.
“It was that brat Minhee and her band of barbies!” You whine.
“God, what’d she say to you this time?” He asks, following you as you make your way back to the bathroom.
“She called me a charity case!” You state, starting to wash your face. “And then Jimin supposedly kicked her out and-”
“He did kick her out.”
“What?”
“He had her removed by security, we all saw it. His dad was furious, but Jimin was insistent.” Namjoon explains.
“O-oh, well, one of her followers managed to stay behind, and she came over and threatened me!” You pause to rinse the soap off and pat your face dry with a washcloth. “She said ‘stay away from Minhee’s future husband you bitch’. Can you believe that?” You throw the washcloth down into the sink, suddenly furious.
“Wow, she’s just the worst person, I swear. None of the other princesses were as bad as her.”
“No! They weren’t!” You leave the bathroom and Namjoon remains close behind as you stomp back into your bedroom, rooting through your dresser for a change of clothes. “She just makes me so… So… Ugh!” You find a simple t shirt dress and slam your dresser shut before slipping it on. “Fuck that spoiled brat!” You exclaim, grabbing your purse off your bed and marching back out of your room, leading Namjoon out into the hallway, making sure your door clicks shut, before you both make your way out of the back of the palace, the fastest way to the bar.
You tell Namjoon the rest of the story on the way to the bar; about how Hoseok made you dance for hours, how Jimin kept calling you a princess, about meeting the king, about how Jimin came to make sure you were okay, and about how you danced for hours with Jimin’s hand firmly clasped in your own; how it felt like a fairytale. Namjoon’s insistent the entire time that Jimin was into you, and just as you walk up to the bar, you admit to him that Jimin called you his date.
Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “He did?”
“Y-yeah.”
“What did he say exactly?”
“He said ‘If she thinks she can talk to my date like that, she’s crazy’ or something like that.”
“Y/N he’s so into you it’s almost painful to watch. I wish you could’ve seen the way you two looked while you were dancing. Your focus was everywhere, but he was focused on you. Only you.”
“Really?” You ask as Namjoon holds the door to the bar open for you.
“Yes.” He states, ushering you in and leading you over to the bar before ordering you both a drink. “He couldn’t take his eyes off you all night.”
Hope flutters in your chest for a moment as your drink arrives, before you push it away, taking a sip from your glass. “It was probably just the dress.” You shrug.
Namjoon slams his glass down on the bar. “Y/N, when are you going to get out of your head and see that he likes you?” He asks, exasperated.
“Are we talking about Y/N and Jimin?” Says a voice behind you. You turn to see Seokjin striding up to the bar.
“Hyung, will you please tell her that Jimin is obviously head over heels?”
“He’s right Y/N-ah.” Seokjin agrees. “Anyone that was at that party tonight could see it.”
“Will you both shut up?” You roll your eyes and chug the rest of your drink before ordering another one.
“Y/N-”
“I’m serious!” You interrupt Namjoon before he can start one of his philosophical ramblings. “I don’t want to hear anymore. In fact,” You turn to face them both. “Don’t talk to me until we leave.”
“What?” Seokjin looks at you dumbfounded.
“I don’t want to hear another word out of either of you. You’re going to ruin my buzz.” You take a swig of your new drink before poking Seokjin in the chest. “Make sure Joon doesn’t drink too much.” You command. “And Joon, make sure he doesn’t flirt with anyones girlfriend this time.”
“But Y/N-ah-”
“Come find me when you’re ready to leave, in the meantime I’ll be… Anywhere else…” You get up off your bar stool and make your way into the crowd of people in front of the stage, quickly disappearing from the view of your supervisors and managing to snag a seat in the corner next to the stage.
You watch as drunk people climb up onto the stage to sing song after song with their friends, some doing well, some doing not so well. After about an hour, and two more drinks, someone comes over and asks to sit next to you, you agree, it’s not like you’re saving the seat for anyone. When he sits down you look over at him, taking in his strange appearance. He’s wearing all black; a baseball cap, a facemask, a hooded sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and boots. He’s also wearing sunglasses, inside, at night. You can’t help but laugh.
“Getting ready to rob a bank?” You ask.
“I’m sorry?” His voice seems deep, but he doesn’t have the typical satoori you find in Busan, so you slow down your words, thinking maybe he couldn’t understand your accent.
“Are you about to rob a bank or something?”
“What? No, why?”
“It’s pretty obvious you’re trying to hide yourself.” You point out. “All black, face covered; it’s very mysterious.”
He laughs, there’s something familiar and yet foreign about the sound. “Ah, I’m not really supposed to be here.” He admits.
“Why are you a minor or something?”
“No, just, uh… Let’s say I’m outside my comfort zone.”
“Okay, then why are you here?” You sip your drink slowly.
He shrugs. “I just wanted to check it out. I have this friend that said it was a pretty cool place. How about you?”
“Drowning my problems in alcohol, isn’t it obvious?”
“Problems?” He leans back in his chair.
“Yeah.”
“Care to lay your woes on a friendly stranger? Maybe I can help.”
“Why not.”
“So what seems to be the problem?” He leans forward again and rests his elbows on the table, placing his head in his hands.
“I’m having guy troubles.”
“Guy troubles? Aish, that’s the worst. What’s this guy doing to you?”
You take a deep breath. “He’s not doing anything, that’s the problem.”
“Oh?”
“So, we’ve known each other forever, and now, I kind of work for him. I accepted a long time ago that I had fallen in love with him, and that he would never love me back, but tonight, we had this sort of date I guess you could call it.”
“A date is good.”
“But I still feel like he doesn’t like me like that. And my friends, well, they don’t help. They’re insistent that he likes me back, but I just can’t see it. And then this brat comes along and ruins everything. She acts like such a… A princess.” You spit.
“How’d she ruin it?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.
“One of her friends came up and told me he only took me out because he feels sorry for me, and then basically told me to go fuck myself and stay away from him.”
“And does he like this spoiled princess?”
“No! Not even a little bit! He told me tonight that he thinks she’s an awful person!” You sigh, slumping back in your seat.
“And when she said these things, what did he do?”
“He… He chased after me to make sure I was okay.”
“Well to me, it sounds like he’s into you. He might just be sending mixed signals because he’s afraid to lose you, but I think you should tell him how you feel.”
“At this point, I’d rather just forget about him all together. She was right, he just feels bad for me.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“Why not?”
Just then the announcer breaks your conversation. “Please welcome to the stage, a newcomer to the area, put your hands together for Christian Park.”
The stranger looks at you and pulls down his mask enough for you to see his plush lips formed into a smile. “That’s my cue.”
“Good luck.” You raise your glass to him as he stands, thinking you’ve see that smile somewhere before, but you’re too tanked to place it.
You sit back and watch as he makes his way to the stage, admiring the way his jeans cling to his muscular thighs, flexing as he walks up the stairs. As he grabs the microphone off the stand, the intro to Flame of Love by Taemin starts playing and you roll your eyes. This should be interesting.
But then he starts singing, and you swear your heart stops. His voice is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, you feel drawn to it, fulfilled by it. You can’t take your eyes away from this stranger as he belts out the song, staring directly at you as he does. His voice is so melodic, he hits all the notes perfectly, sending a strange flood of arousal through your body..
You’re entranced as the sweet sounds slip past the plump lips of this man you’ve never met before, but suddenly it’s as if you’ve known him your whole life. As the song fades out, the bar is filled with applause. The stranger bows politely before leaving the stage and walking directly back to you.
“What did you think?” He asks you, his mask already pulled back up over his lips, disappointing you a bit.
“You’re incredible.” You mumble, still slightly affected by his performance.
“Really?”
“I’d argue better than Taemin himself.”
“Wow, thank you. I’ve never performed in front of anyone before, so I was a bit nervous.”
“It was really good.” You assure him, blushing slightly for some reason.
“Thanks.” His face shifts and you realize he must be smiling under his mask. “So, can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure.” You nod, realizing that your glass is empty. You hand him the glass and he walks over to the bar, ordering you both a new drink and returning to the table. He scoots his chair around so that he’s sitting next to you instead of across from you, and then hands you your drink. You take it and thank him, taking a small sip and setting it down on the table. “So now that you know all about me, tell me about yourself.”
“Ah, I’m not very interesting.” He states, leaning closer and resting his hand on your thigh. “I’m more interested in learning about you.”
You can’t help the sharp intake of breath when his hand lands on your bare skin. “W-what do you want to know?”
“You said you wanted to forget this mixed signal guy, right?” He pulls down his mask and leans in closer, his breath fanning your ear. “How exactly were you planning on doing that?”
“Um, well, a lot of drinking.”
“You’ve already done that.” He places a soft kiss right below your ear.
“And then m-maybe something else? I-I don’t know.”
“What something else exactly?”
“I… I was thinking about getting some air.” You whisper, causing him to pull back. “Do you want to come with me?” You ask, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Sure.” He smiles at you, standing up and offering you his hand. You take it and let him lead you out of the crowded bar and around the corner into the alleyway where he immediately pushes you up against the wall.
His hands wander down to your ass, pulling your hips against him as you prepare yourself to feel those plump lips against your own, but instead, his lips latch to your neck; a bit disappointing, but it feels good nonetheless.
It isn’t long before he spreads your legs with one of his own, letting your core rest against his thigh. When he bites down on your collarbone, you let out a soft moan as your hips twitch forward against the muscles of his thigh, bringing you a small fraction of pleasure. He groans at the sound, biting down harder and pulling your hips so that you grind down against his thigh.
“F-fuck…” You gasp.
“Does that feel good?” He growls, tugging your earlobe between his teeth.
“Yes… H-harder.” You beg. The stranger pushes his thigh up into your core harder, dragging your hips fiercely against his leg. You pull his face toward you to kiss him, but at the last second he turns his head, causing you to land a peck on his cheek. The stranger’s breathing grows heavy, like this is having an equally pleasurable effect on him.
You can’t even remember the last time you had sex. Maybe a year or so ago? You’ve been too busy, and doing this now, especially with this mysterious man, your high sneaks up on you faster than you can even imagine.
“Fuck… I… I’m gonna…”
“Go ahead baby.” He growls, his lips going back to your neck.
“Ah, f-fuck!” You cry, burying your face in the strangers neck as you cum, your legs shaking a bit as you stand on your tiptoes, gripping his sweatshirt tightly. You pant as you come down from your high, slowly coming back to your senses when you hear a panicked ‘Y/N!’ Come from the entrance to the alleyway.
The stranger pulls himself away from you, dropping you back to stand on your own two feet and leaving you stumbling a bit when you do. He pulls his mask over his face as he backs up, while Namjoon and Seokjin come barreling towards you.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Seokjin asks, wrapping an arm around you to hold you steady.
“Yah!” Namjoon turns the stranger. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”
“Hey man, calm down.” The stranger raises his hands in defense.
“What did you do to her?” Namjoon barks.
“Joon stop.” You try to pull him back, but Seokjin blocks your reach.
“I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.” The stranger states.
Namjoon grows furious at this. “I suggest you get out of here.” He growls. “Before I knock your lights out.” The stranger quickly ducks back and leaves the alley, leaving you alone with the two Kims.
“Yah! Namjoon!” You yell, smacking him in the chest as soon as Seokjin releases you. “Why do you have to ruin everything?”
“You actually wanted to hang out with that creep?” He asks, confused.
“He was helping me!” You exclaim, pushing Namjoon away.
“Helping you do what? Take your pants off?” Seokjin scolds.
“He was-” You trail off, unsure what to say. “He was helping me forget.” You admit, dropping your gaze to the ground.
“Aw Y/N-ah,” Namjoon coos. “You shouldn’t forget. I’m sure Jimin will-”
“Stop!” You cry. “I don’t want to hear anymore about him!”
“But Y/N-”
“No ‘but Y/N’s’! Now I’m going inside to have another drink, and you two will leave me alone if you ever want me to speak to you again!” And with that you storm off back into the bar, ordering another drink and quickly downing it. Then you hear the sound of that all too familiar stranger coming back up to you at the bar.
“Let’s get you home, yeah?” He whispers in your ear.
“Yeah.” You nod, wobbling as you stand up.
And that’s the last thing you remember.
You wake up in a bed that’s unbelievably soft. It doesn’t have the same familiarity as your own bed, but you’ve definitely been in it before. You’re laying on your stomach, face buried in a fluffy pillow. Wait a second. You know these sheets. You sit up abruptly on your elbows and stare at the ornate headboard.
Shit.
You flip over and sit up completely, looking around the room in complete disbelief. How exactly did you end up in Jimin’s room, in Jimin’s bed, asleep with, you look beside you. Wait, no Jimin? What the fuck is going on here?
You look down at yourself. Well, at least you’re still dressed. Just as you’re about to hop up to try and make sense of everything, the door to Jimin’s room opens and in walks the missing prince, a tray in his hands.
When he sees you sitting up he smiles. “Good morning Y/N-ah!”
“J-Jimin I…” You fumble for words. “I’m so sorry!” You rush to get out of his bed, flinging the sheets off of you and falling as you scramble to your feet. “I don’t even know how.. I-I just… I’m so sorry. I’ll be out of your hair in just a second.” You look around to locate your shoes, hurrying to grab them once you see them.
“Y/N, wait.” Jimin states, placing the tray on the table.
“I’m so sorry.” You keep repeating the words, over and over like a mantra as you grab your discarded shoes. That is, until Jimin walks over and grabs your arms to stop you.
“Y/N, stop. It’s okay.” He pushes you back until your knees hit the bed and you fall backwards onto it.
“But… But I-”
“Shh, hey calm down. It’s okay. I brought you here.” Jimin sits on the bed next to you.
“W-what? What are you talking about?”
“Look, after Seokjin and Namjoon left, I couldn’t just leave you at the bar by yourself. You were completely drunk, and although I hate to admit it, I don’t know where you live, so I just brought you up here to sleep it off.”
“You… I… What?” Was he the mysterious stranger? He couldn’t be. Right? Because that would mean you… “What do you mean after they left?”
“After they went home from the bar. I couldn’t just let you wander around in that state. I needed to make sure you were safe. And I don’t want you to forget me.” He whispers the last part.
“What? Forget you? Why would I…” You trail off, confused as your mind tries to wrap itself around everything he says when Jimin suddenly leans in a places his lips on your pulse point, resulting in a shockingly familiar feeling. “Wait. Y-you? It was you?” You gasp, pushing Jimin away from you. “You! Jimin, what the fuck?”
Jimin laughs. “You told me to go in disguise.”
“Yeah, go in disguise to hang out not-” You stop, not wanting to say out loud exactly what Jimin did to you last night.
“Who else was I supposed to talk to?”
“Literally anyone else!”
“But I wanted to talk to you. And I’m really glad I did. You told me everything I wanted to know.”
“Yeah, because I thought I was talking to some random guy I’d never see again!”
“But knowing it was me doesn’t change how you feel, right?” His hand reaches up to caress your cheek, but you nudge him off once more. “Y/N, stop pushing me away.”
“Chim, please, you’ve already done enough for me…” You mumble.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
“Because you have. You forgive me when I’m late, or when I mess up; you buy me stuff all the time, stuff I don’t deserve like shoes and dresses and purses and food; you take me to parties and parade me around like a princess, and dance with me all night, and protect me from actual princesses; and now apparently you finish me off in alleyways and let me sleep in your bed. Don’t you get tired of pretending?”
“What part of this is pretend to you?”
“All of it. I know you only do those things because I’m easy charity.”
“Do you really think that lowly of me?” Jimin asks, slightly hurt.
“What? No, it’s not-”
“Do you know why I really do all those things?” Jimin interrupts you, scooting closer. You shake your head, startled into silence by his sudden proximity. “You’re not charity to me Y/N, you never have been.” He states, placing his hand on your thigh, an electric shock shoots through your body, just like it did last night. “I do them because I love you.”
“What? B-but I’m just-”
“Who cares? Who cares if you’re a maid. The only person who cares about that is you. I don’t care what you are, a princess, a maid, hell, you could be homeless and I’d still be madly in love with you.”
“I-”
“Y/N, you told me last night that you loved me, do you know how hard it was not to reveal myself right then and there and yell it back to you? I’ve been crazy about you since we were little. And seeing you like that last night… God I love you so much.”
“Jimin-”
“You know why I treat you like a princess? Because I want you to be a princess. My princess.”
After a moment’s pause, you try again. “Can I speak please?”
“Of course, I’m sorry.” Jimin sits back, removing his hands from you entirely and waiting patiently and restlessly for you to respond.
You roll your eyes. “I was going to say I love you too.”
“Really?” His eyes go wide.
“I do have one question though.”
“Anything.” Jimin nods.
“Why didn’t you kiss me last night? In the alley.”
Jimin smiles looking down at his lap. “Because I wanted you to kiss me as me, not as a stranger.” When he looks back up at you, his cheeks are tinged pink.
This time it’s you who reaches a hand up, letting it linger on his cheek before wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “I’m tired of trying to forget you.”
“Good.” He mumbles, his lips brushing yours. “I don’t want to be pushed away anymore.”
“Never again.” You agree.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” And then his lips are on yours. They’re everything you imagined and then some. Soft and loving, yet at the same time, passionate and full of need. He grabs your waist with one hand, his other resting on your thigh again as his tongue flicks against your mouth, making you hastily part your lips for him.
The kiss becomes more aggressive as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans softly before pushing you down onto the bed, one of his knees between your thighs, the other resting against your hip as he slips one of his arms underneath you, wrapping around your waist as the other supports your neck, pulling you closer to him.
Your hands reach up and begin working on his dress shirt, popping the buttons open one by one until the fabric falls open and you can slide your hands up his chest, marveling at the way his muscles respond to your fingertips, jumping and contracting with every touch. When you both come up for air, you sneak a glance and are awestruck by just how beautiful he is.
“God, it’s like someone made you on a machine.” You gasp, running your hands across his abdomen.
Jimin chuckles lightly. “It’s not that great. You should see Jeongguk. Now he’s got some-”
You silence him with a kiss. “I don’t want to see Jeongguk. Chim, you’re so beautiful I don’t even have the words.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” He whispers, gazing down at you, his pupils blown wide with desire. You try to pull him back to you, but Jimin hesitates. “H-hang on.” He states, getting off of you.
“What are you doing?” You sit up on your elbows as he walks toward the door, panicking slightly until you see him flick the lock shut.
He strides back over to you, shrugging off his shirt along the way. “I don’t want anything to ruin this.” He says, climbing back between your legs. “Now, are you sure you want to do this? We can wait if you’d rather-”
“Jimin, after last night? If you don’t fuck me, maybe I will go find Jeongguk.”
Jimin leans down and drags his teeth against your neck. “Don’t even think about it.” He growls before sitting back and grabbing the hem of your dress. “May I?”
“Y-you may.” You nod, suddenly nervous. You’ve seen Jimin shirtless hundreds of times, you used to prepare his baths for christ’s sake, but the realization hits you that Jimin has never seen you without clothes, he hadn’t even seen you in leggings until yesterday.
You hold your breath as he slides the fabric up over your hips, revealing your underwear, your stomach, your bra, and then it’s on the floor next to the bed as Jimin drinks in the sight of you. You squirm a bit, your face flushing red under his intense stare, silently thanking yourself for choosing your best lingerie to wear under your gown last night.
“Wow.” He breathes, finally breaking the silence. His hands land on your waist, gently tracing the curves of your hips as his thumbs rub over your hip bones. “You’re more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined.”
If possible, you blush harder at his words, your entire body now sporting a pinkish hue. “Shut up.” You mutter, pushing his shoulder, embarrassed. This makes his smile as he leans down to kiss you again, his arms slipping under your back to fumble with the clasp of your bra. You lift yourself up on your elbows to make the task easier, and with the added help, he has the material off in mere seconds, tossing it aside and pushing you back down as his hands find purchase on your now exposed breasts.
He squeezes them tightly, making you gasp into the kiss. He pulls back again, looking down at you as he massages the tender flesh of your chest. He rolls your nipples between his fingers and is awestruck at the tiny mewls of pleasure that escape your lips, your body torn between retreating and wanting more.
“God you’re so beautiful.” He groans, releasing your chest and wrapping his arms back around you as he leans down to suck and bite on the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin’s hands wander as his mouth tends to your neck, silently studying the way your body reacts to his touch; he slides a hand down your thigh and you lift your leg, allowing him to hook the limb around his waist and press his body closer against yours, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the thin lace of your panties, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against the zipper and giving you the smallest amount of friction you so desperately crave.
You appreciate that Jimin’s taking his time, but you need more. While he’s otherwise occupied sucking dark marks into your skin, you reach down and undo his belt, popping the button of his jeans before opening the zipper, your hands brushing against his bulge in the process and causing him to moan lowly in your ear.
Getting your message, he sits up on his knees and sheds his pants, revealing his tented skin tight boxers, complete with a dark wet patch on his crotch from his excitement. You sit up as well, hesitantly reaching out a hand to graze the skin of his thigh, watching his muscles flex in response. It’s then that you look up at him, seeing the dark glint in his eyes as he watches your every move.
You reach for his hardness, cupping him over his boxers and squeezing gently, eliciting a soft whine from the back of his throat, then you hook your fingers in the waistband of the fabric and tug them down, watching his cock spring free, bouncing as he maneuvers his boxers off completely.
When he sits back upright, you tentatively grip his length, tightening your hold when he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. You scoot closer, stroking him slowly as he falls back onto the bed, letting you crawl between his legs, but before you can do anything else, he sits up again, pulling you in for another hot kiss. He then reaches down and grabs the band of your panties, rolling them down over your hips and tossing them aside. He lays down once more and pats his chest, looking up at you.
Does he really want you to do that? “Jimin, I-I-”
“Come on babe, you can’t expect me to not want to go down on you. That wouldn’t be any fun. Now come over here and let me see how pretty you are.” He orders, grabbing your thigh and pulling you closer.
“O-okay, give me a second.” You carefully climb up next to his head, but you hesitate, and he notices, quickly sitting up to comfort you.
“It’s okay baby. Here,” He pushes you back a little on the bed before spreading your knees apart, giving himself space. He kisses you once more before laying down in front of you and scooting his head between your thighs. You hear him gasp and you tense, instantly feeling a hand on your lower back to soothe you. “Fuck baby, you’re literally dripping on me right now.”
You shudder from the lewdness of his words, you’ve never heard Jimin swear before, and the way his voice rasps when he does only serves to turn you on more. The hand on your lower back pushes you down slightly, and you get the message, leaning over and placing your elbows on either side of Jimin’s hips, completely exposing your center to him.
“So pretty.” He hums. “God, just look at how wet you are.” You feel the hand on your lower back disappear as both of his arms slide under you and up around your thighs, holding you in place as he buries his face in your folds.
“Oh, fuck!” You moan out as soon as his tongue makes contact with your sopping core, pressing your hips back into him in a selfish desire for more.
“You taste so good.” He moans, his cock twitching beneath you, and you suddenly remember what you’re supposed to be doing.
You grip his cock tightly in your hand and then flick your tongue out, running it over the tip and collecting the bitter precum that’s gathered there. You swirl your tongue around the tip before taking the head of his cock into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking on it vigorously, letting your lips rest just below the ridge. Jimin moans into your center, sending a shiver up your spine as his own tongue dips inside your entrance. His tongue takes its time, mapping out every nook and cranny that makes your thighs quiver around his head.
You on the other hand, begin to bob your head up and down on his shaft, tracing your tongue along the veins of his cock as you suck mercilessly, causing Jimin’s hips to buck up off the bed. It’s when his cock is in your throat that he decides to slip two fingers into your core, causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion, and consequently, choke. You pull off him, coughing slightly as you try to breathe.
His mouths separates from your body as he sits up a bit. “Are you okay?” He asks, rubbing your back soothingly again.
“I-I’m good.” You assure him as your breath returns.
“Good.” He states, and then you’re on your back. In the span of three seconds, Jimin manages to slip out from between your legs and push you down onto the bed, quickly crawling on top of you. His lips find yours again, the taste of you lingering on his tongue and mingling with his own taste on yours, his cock pressing against your folds as he slowly grinds his hips against you, but it isn’t enough.
“J-Jimin,” You gasp, breaking the kiss. “Please…”
He kisses you one more time. “Anything for you princess.”
Watching your face the whole time, he reaches down with one hand, and coats his length in your juices before pressing against your entrance and finally slipping inside you. His girth stretches you, a lot, but the stretch is so pleasure you can’t formulate words. Your mouth drops open and you pant, letting out a small “Ah~” with each exhale as he continues pushing into you, until he’s completely surrounded by your pulsing walls. You throw your head back in satisfaction, obsessed with how utterly full you feel.
“God your face right now…” Jimin whines. “You’re unbelievably tight.” You look up to see Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze boring into you, you can only imagine your expression matches his own. “Are you ready baby?” He asks, one of his hands reaching up to brush your hair back from your forehead.
“Yes, please…” You whimper, wiggling your hips against him.
Jimin nods, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling his hips back and then slowly pushing back in, making sure you feel every single inch of him as he enters you. You groan at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you for another passionate kiss as he continues his torturous pace.
“God you feel amazing.” He groans, trailing his kisses to your jaw.
“Chim, p-please, go faster.” You beg, your hands tugging on his hair.
“Yeah? You want more baby?” Jimin pants, grinding his hips against yours.
“Yes, please.” You plead, wrapping your legs around his waist, allowing him to somehow get even deeper inside you.
“Fuck.” Jimin grunts lowly, slamming himself into you.
“Oh my god!” You cry out, your hands falling back and gripping onto the pillows above your head. Jimin braces his weight on his hands, resting them on either side of your torso before hastily plunging back into you, over and over, rapidly and recklessly, your entire body thrown back on the mattress with each thrust of Jimin’s powerful hips.
Jimin’s eyes flicker between your face and your bouncing breasts, not able to tear his gaze away from either sight for very long, whereas your eyes, when their not shut from the pleasure, remain focused on Jimin’s face. You memorize every detail, just in case this is actually a dream; the way his brow creases, the way his bangs stick to his forehead, the way sweat drips down his chest, glistening in the early morning light; the way his lips look, red and swollen from your kisses; the way his muscles flex with each smack of his cock into your core; the sight of him alone is enough to bring you to the brink of your orgasm.
You wrap your arms around Jimin’s waist, reaching your hands up and digging your nails into his shoulders, bringing him as close as you physically can, not wanting to let him go. Jimin can tell you’re getting close, the tightening of your walls around him clueing him in, and the way his hips stutter lets you know that he’s just as close as you.
“Jimin…” You whimper in warning.
“Me too baby, me too.” He gasps. “Cum for me princess, please, I need you to cum for me.”
“Fuck, Jimin I-” Your words are broken off when Jimin starts slamming into you particularly hard, using one more burst of energy to bring you both over the edge. “Ji… Jimin!” Your entire body convulses as your orgasm removes all the breath from your lungs. You pull Jimin flush against you as your thighs shake around him, your vision temporarily going white.
Jimin’s moans become high pitched as your core squeezes his cock for all he’s worth. “Ah, fuck, Y/N!” He groans, thrusting into you one last time before following you into bliss. You feel the heat of his hot cum painting your insides white, making you feel even more full than you do with just his cock.
Jimin’s body collapses on top of you, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your jaw and neck as you both come back to your senses. “Stay right here.” Jimin mumbles, slipping out of you with a soft gasp before walking to his bathroom. You lie on Jimin’s bed, basking in the glow of your orgasm, a million thoughts running through your mind, but as soon as Jimin returns to the bedside, they all disappear. “Spread your legs for me princess.”
You sit up on your elbows, spreading your thighs. Jimin climbs between them and very gently cleans his mess with a cloth before throwing the cloth to the ground and lying down at your side, wrapping you tightly in his arms.
“You know, I’m going to be the one that has to pick that up later.”
Jimin scoffs. “Do you really think I’m ever going to let you do chores again?”
“How else am I going to make money?”
“Y/N-ah, you don’t need to make money anymore. When I said I want you to be my princess, I meant it.”
“Wait, so, are you saying-”
“Not right this moment, but eventually yes, I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N, I love you so much. I want you be my future queen.”
“What if… What if no one likes me?”
“It doesn’t matter. Because I like you.”
“What about your dad?”
“He only cares if you’re a princess.”
“Exactly, and-”
“And once you marry me, you will be.”
“I don’t think that’s what he means.”
“I won’t let anyone or anything get between us, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He leans down and kisses you softly. “I hope you didn’t have anything planned today.”
“Today’s my day off.” You remind him. “I was supposed to have lunch with Namjoon.”
“Cancel it.” Jimin commands, reaching up to cup your cheek.
“Why?”
“Do you really think I’m letting you leave this bed today?”
You giggle. “And what if I don’t want to cancel?”
Jimin crawls back between your legs, trailing his tongue over your collarbone. “Then I hope Namjoon’s okay with watching me fuck you while he eats.” Jimin growls.
You push Jimin off and down onto his back, quickly straddling his lap. “And what makes you think you’re in charge?”
Jimin stares up at you in amazement, his hands landing on your waist as he breaks into a smile. “Uh, Prince?” He squeezes your hips.
“Titles mean nothing in these sheets baby.” You rub your hand over his chest before dragging your nails down over his abs, causing him to gasp.
“Fuck, then do what you want with me. I’m all yours.”
“Good.” You state, leaning down and pressing your chest against his before kissing him sweetly. “I love you Chim.”
“I love you too Y/N, so much.”
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