Gifts for Fadouh
List of Gifts
The son of a mer shaman is offered in thanks to the land dwelling emperor for calling off all poaching in their waters. Jimin carries two pearl tears born from the pain of his sacrifice. He is willing to do this for his people.
The emperor doesn't want him, but a rejection would insult the entire race of merfolk.
The blanket-like cloth around his shoulders drags behind him, rolling and shifting like waves of wine in a swaying barrel, leaving a slight trail of water after. His silver-gold hair is shorn close against his neck, the upper half falling just to his jewelry-free ears.
He holds his head high and his back straight as he takes each step.
Chained between five guards.
Jimin and Yoongi never got along in university, when they were classmates for a semester. Once their course ended, they never contacted each other again. Until now.
Years later, Jimin is a professional ballet dancer living on his own in the upper floor of a two-part apartment building. Min Yoongi moves in downstairs.
Yoongi belatedly realized he hadn’t responded when Jimin started to pull away, wiping at his face.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—I know you hate me,” tumbled out of Jimin’s mouth, as his face crumpled up and more tears leaked out.
Yoongi’s eyes widened. “No—wait, what? I don’t hate you,” he frowned, resisting his urge to put his hands back on the omega’s shoulders.
“Yes, you do,” Jimin insisted, lips pouting out as he looked up at Yoongi—how he seemed so much smaller in that very moment was beyond Yoongi’s comprehension, but it just made him want to comfort him even more. “Y-you don’t want anything to do with me. You never did. You were always so mean to me,” he choked around a sob.