“Is that what they say about me? I'm stuff of nightmares?”
“You own a city and you painted it with your colors,” Jimin says, his voice is quiet and his scent subdued. “Why wouldn't people have nightmares about you? You are scary.”
“Are you scared of me?”
Yoongi owns a city that he painted red until a man that doesn't seem to truly exist steals something from him. And all the strings lead to Jimin, a succubus who works in one of his brothels.
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18 Nov 2018
“Diversity,” Namjoon had said when he had explained the concept to them. “Learning to love yourself, no matter what.”
“We already did that,” Yoongi had pointed out. “Literally the same title.”
But Namjoon, when he looked at him, had seemed strangely bright and somber at the same time.
“Not like this,” he had said.
Or, Jimin and Yoongi have to kiss for an MV. And deal with the fallout.
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17 Oct 2018
Jimin went out for a night-time walk a few times a week, maybe just to see the man smoking outside. His life was suddenly not so boring, his routine not so strict, and the friendship with his room-mate not so great.
Namjoon just nods slowly. “I know you know,” he informs Seokjin like it’s matter-of-fact. “I’m just telling you because I want to. That cats don’t have a neocortex like humans do, and don’t get depressed doing the same things over and over.”
“Well, thanks for that. I’ll head on home and continue with my boring, depressing life that’s none of your business.”
Seokjin is a witch doctor and Namjoon clowns him for it (but he sorta falls in love with him anyway).
With his sixteenth birthday having passed weeks prior, it is time for Jimin to finally be married to the northern prince of Joseon. He has never met the alpha before, even though they’ve been betrothed since the day he was born, but Jimin is the prince of the south, and so he must do his duty and see through the unification of the two great kingdoms by their marriage.
It does not mean he has to like it. Not one bit. Not even if his mate is kind and sweet, and treats him with nothing but respect. No. Absolutely not.
… Well, maybe.