Say My Name

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/11733060.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Original Female
Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Bottom Park Jimin, Top
Jeon Jungkook, Prince Jeon Jungkook
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2017-08-07 Words: 6,551 Chapters: 1/1
 Say My Name
by orphan_account

Summary

“Jimin?” Jungkook asked quietly. Jimin’s eyes blinked open sleepily.

“Yes your majesty?” Jimin responded in his raspy, tired voice. He looked cute, all puffy and
swollen from the sleep.

“I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Notes

hello again my lovely readers!! so this fic is a request i got and i actually deleted the inbox
and i couldn't remember the details of what they wanted so i just went with whatever
girjfdnkm. so this is a prince/servant au!! also my second smut ever!!! i wasn't planning on
writing any but it happened sooo....i hope you like it.

also jimin is like technically a servant but he's also like part of the rich class.....i'm not into
like slave/master stuff, that fucks me up so you guys get this. he's more like a well-paid live-
in butler than a servant. so yeah. enjoy!!

See the end of the work for more notes

Jungkook watched Jimin sleep in the armchair next to his bed. He looked so peaceful and at
ease, even in such an uncomfortable position. Jungkook was anything but comfortable laying
in his overly extravagant bed, down pillows under his head.

His older brother Taehyung was getting married. He should be happy for him. A princess
from the next country over would be moving in with them shortly. She was pretty and nice,
and Taehyung seemed to like her a lot.

The ordeal made him think of his own life. He’s sure he would be arranged to be married
within the next couple years as well. As the youngest he would have to move to a different
country without a prince so he could take over there. He should feel honoured and excited
about it.

But he wasn’t. He was scared. He didn’t want to move away. He didn’t want to marry a girl
he didn’t even love. And if he left, would he be able to take Jimin with him?

Jimin stayed with him tonight in his room because Jungkook had been stressed about the
upcoming wedding. Jimin’s presence made him feel calm even while he slept.

“Jimin?” Jungkook asked quietly. Jimin’s eyes blinked open sleepily.

“Yes your majesty?” Jimin responded in his raspy, tired voice. He looked cute, all puffy and
swollen from the sleep.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” Jungkook said. He felt bad for waking him for such a
mundane reason but he knew Jimin wouldn’t mind.

“Oh. Well here! Do you want me to grab you something sir?” Jimin asked, standing up from
the chair. He had a big, pretty smile on his face, like he always did.

“No. I don’t want you to go. Will you come into bed with me?” Jungkook asked, already
knowing the answer.

“You know I can’t,” he said, sitting back down. He knew Jimin couldn’t. It was one of the
only things Jimin would refuse of him. He sighed and pulled the covers higher up on himself.

“I know.”

Jimin was assigned to Jungkook when he was fourteen. At that time Jungkook had been bitter
and angry that someone barely older than him would be taking care of him. Despite
Jungkook’s rudeness Jimin always did his best to take care of him well.

Jungkook couldn’t remember when Jimin finally won him over. It must have been a slow
process, something that happened without him noticing.
He watched Jimin bring in his tea to Jungkook’s study and he almost spilled the tray.
Jungkook chuckled at Jimin’s clumsiness. He was always tripping and making messes but
instead of getting angry now, Jungkook just laughed and helped him clean up despite Jimin’s
protests that a prince shouldn’t be doing such tasks.

He didn’t spill this time as he got the tray to Jungkook’s desk successfully.

“Thank you Jimin,” he said, taking a sip. Jimin sat down next to him, keeping his distance
like he always did. Jungkook wished he wouldn’t.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job isn’t it?” Jimin said. Jungkook sighed and looked
back to his book. Jimin always said that. It’s my job. Jungkook didn’t want to hear that. He
wanted to believe that what they had was special. That it was something more than just
prince and servant.

He didn’t know what he wanted to hear, but he hoped one day he would hear it.

“What are you reading your majesty?” Jimin asked.

“Just some romantic fairytale,” he answered.

“You like romance, don’t you?” Jimin said. His smile was so blinding, but Jungkook couldn’t
find it in him to look away.

“I do. I like the idea of falling in love, but I don’t think I’ll get it unfortunately,” Jungkook
said. He knew that one day he’d be married off, and it wouldn’t matter if he was in love or
not.

“Why don’t you tell your parents you don’t want an arranged marriage?” Jimin suggested. He
loved that Jimin felt comfortable asking questions that would normally be out of line for a
servant. It made their relationship feel more special.

“It won’t work. They were arranged themselves, and Tae was arranged too. I’m the only one
left. It’s what they believe in,” Jungkook said.

“I see. Well it won’t hurt to ask will it?” Jimin said. Jungkook groaned. He didn’t want to
think about how that conversation would go.

“I guess,” he said, going back to his book. Jimin picked another one up off of the desk and
started reading it. Jungkook found himself losing interest in the book and looking back at
Jimin.

Jimin’s face made Jungkook feel warm. Every part of it was familiar and soft.

“Jimin?”

“Yes, your majesty?”

“If I got arranged and had to leave, would you come with me?” Jungkook asked. Jimin
looked up from his book.
“Would you want me to?” he asked. What kind of question was that?

“Of course.”

“Then I would.” Jimin was smiling again. Jungkook felt relief wash over him.

If Jimin would come with him then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Soyeon comes today right?” Jungkook asked Taehyung during their afternoon walk that they
always took together through the garden. Taehyung smiled.

“She does! My lovely wife should arrive around dinnertime,” Taehyung said. He seemed like
he was glowing. There wasn’t even a hint of worry on his older brother’s face.

“Aren’t you nervous about the whole thing? You barely know her,” Jungkook asked.

“Not really. She’s a good girl. I think we’ll get along well,” he answered, looking confident.
Jungkook couldn’t buy it. How could someone be happy with marrying someone who they
barely knew? Someone they didn’t love?

“Jungkookie, I know what you’re thinking. You’re always reading those romance novels and
hanging around Jimin. Love is beautiful and I think it would be fun to find it like you did, but
I think I could love Soyeon if I just give her a chance. I think I will love her,” Taehyung said.
His words were beautiful. Jungkook hoped he was right.

“Wait what? I’m not in love,” Jungkook said, belatedly processing Taehyung’s sentence.
Taehyung looked at him with wide eyes, as if he didn’t believe him.

“You’re not? It’s one-sided then?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook was so confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jimin,” Taehyung said. Jungkook froze. Jimin? In love? What on earth was happening?

“I’m not in love with Jimin and he’s not in love with me,” he said. Taehyung’s eyebrows
knitted together.

“Well I don’t know if you’re in love with him but he’s definitely in love with you. The
lengths he goes to for you aren’t anything like what the other workers here do. I think he’s in
love with you,” Taehyung said.

Jungkook’s head was spinning. He knew he was Jimin’s everything. It’s something he’s
known for years. The word love never crossed his mind, but was it really so unrealistic?

Jungkook had ruled out love for himself a long time ago, expecting never to be given a
chance to find it. But it only took a few seconds for Jungkook to think that maybe he was
wrong.
Maybe love had found him without him realizing.

“Jimin, what do you want for dinner?” Jungkook asked. He already knew what Jimin would
say. But, as always, he asked anyway.

“Whatever you want, your majesty,” he answered with his usual bright smile. Jungkook
laughed at his predictability.

“You know, you’re going to have to pick one day,” Jungkook said.

“That wouldn’t be appropriate. I work for you,” Jimin said. There it was again. Jungkook
hated when Jimin talked about it being work. Especially after his last conversation with
Taehyung.

He had been noticing Jimin in a different way. When he laughed Jungkook’s heart fluttered.
When he smiled, Jungkook naturally smiled too. When he looked sad, Jungkook felt sad. He
didn’t know if love was the word to describe it, but it was something close.

He wondered how Jimin felt. Jungkook didn’t want to misinterpret anything Jimin was doing.
The only thing he noticed was that Jimin seemed like he was using his job to cover up what
his true intentions were. Whatever his feelings for Jungkook were, they were more than just
servant and prince.

“You said you would go away with me if I got arranged,” Jungkook said. The mood around
them changed, Jimin’s smile dropped.

“I did.”

“Why?” Jungkook asked. He watched Jimin gulp and avert his eyes.

“Because you said you wanted me to,” he answered.

“But why would you go that far?”

“It’s my job, your majesty,” he said. Jungkook felt like a lump was growing in his throat. He
knew that wasn’t the only reason. Jimin’s eyes told him something different. The way he
focused on anything other than Jungkook said he was lying.

It hurt. Jungkook didn’t think Jimin would ever lie to him.

Jungkook walked up to Jimin and he immediately tried to increase their distance. Jungkook
grabbed his wrist, keeping him in place as Jungkook moved only a couple inches away from
him.

Up close like this, Jimin looked so pretty. He was so soft and beautiful. Jungkook wanted to
touch him so badly, but he knew Jimin didn’t want him to.

“Your majesty, stop. This is too close, if someone sees-“

“Why are you lying to me?” Jungkook interrupted him. Jimin looked up to him, his eyes
wide. His mouth fell open but no sound left it. He looked like he couldn’t find the proper
words to say.

“Someone could see,” Jimin said quiet enough for it to be a whisper. His eyes were pleading
now. Jungkook’s will deteriorated.

Jungkook let Jimin go and he immediately took two steps back.

“Let’s go eat dinner,” Jimin said, walking toward the dining hall.

Jungkook followed him.

“Here’s your water, your majesty,” Jimin said, placing the glass on Jungkook’s bedside table.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jimin, but it seemed like Jimin was looking anywhere but at
Jungkook.

For the last couple days, since Jungkook accused him of lying, Jimin had been acting strange.
It was reasonable, but Jungkook hated it. He missed Jimin’s warm smiles and the
comfortability they had before. He fucked up.

“Thanks Jimin,” Jungkook said. Jimin nodded before heading for the door.

“I should go to bed. The wedding is tomorrow, it’ll be a big day,” Jimin said, hand already on
the doorknob.

“Jimin wait,” Jungkook said, sitting up from where he was laying on his bed. Jimin froze, but
he didn’t turn around. “Will you look at me?”

Jimin did as he said. He looked almost scared. It wasn’t a look he wanted Jimin to have
because of him.

“I’m sorry okay. I know what I did was out of line. I can’t stand to see you avoiding me like
this,” Jungkook said. Jimin smiled, but it didn’t feel as warm as Jungkook wanted it to be. It
wasn’t as pretty as he was used to.

“It’s okay your majesty. I wouldn’t ever hold a grudge against you,” he said. Jungkook
beckoned him over with his hand and Jimin obeyed, standing only about a foot away from
Jungkook.

“Jimin?”

“Yes?”

“Will you call me by my name?” Jungkook thought Jimin was about to pass out because of
the request. His eyes widened and his cheeks turned red.

“I can’t do that. It would be so out of line. What would your parents say? What-“
“Just when we’re alone. Even just right now. I just want to hear you say it,” Jungkook said,
cutting off Jimin’s panicked rambling. Jimin took a deep breath.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Please?”

Jimin paused. Jungkook’s sure that if he put his head against his chest he would be able to
feel his heart beat. He could see tears welling up in Jimin’s eyes.

Jimin looked so pretty. Jungkook wanted to kiss him.

“Jungkook.”

“So after the ceremony there will be a big feast and a ball. You shouldn’t be expected to give
a speech or anything so you can just have fun. Make sure to congratulate your brother,” Jimin
said, finishing the rundown of his schedule for the day.

But Jungkook couldn’t really focus. Jimin was dressed up so nicely in his traditional attire.
He looked so gorgeous. Jungkook was sure the bride would be upstaged.

“Are you even listening to me?” Jimin asked. Jungkook smirked at him before very
obviously looking him up and down.

“You look amazing today,” Jungkook said. Jimin turned beet red and looked away from him,
walking a few steps ahead.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he said. Jungkook detected a slight pout on his lips.

“You do though. You dressed up so nicely today. So pretty,” Jungkook said. Jimin snorted.

“You can’t say that stuff to a servant, your majesty,” he said. Jungkook walked up close to
him, nudging him with his elbow.

“Maybe I don’t want you to be my servant,” Jungkook said, quietly so no one else around
them could hear.

“Your majesty!” he shouted. People around them started to look and Jungkook laughed. Jimin
slapped his hand over his own mouth, face even redder than before. His embarrassment was
adorable. Jimin started walking away. “The ceremony is starting soon, let’s go.”

Jungkook had to sit away from Jimin at the ceremony. The royal family was to sit up in view
and the servants had to sit in the audience. But Jungkook didn’t waste the opportunity to
make eyes at an increasingly more embarrassed Jimin.
When the ceremony began, Jungkook found himself entranced by what was unfolding in
front of him. He expected the wedding to be awkward and forced. But Taehyung looked so
happy to be with the woman before him. Soyeon looked extremely gorgeous as well.

The weather seemed to know the wedding was happening. There was just the right amount of
a breeze and it was the perfect temperature. It was like the world had come together to
congratulate his brother on getting married.

He was taken back to the romance novels he reads where everything is so beautiful and
perfect around them, but the bride and groom can only look at each other.

When they kissed, the audience cheered and Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat.
Suddenly he wanted such a romantic scene for himself. He wanted the perfect weather and
the perfect outfit and the perfect audience.

But he knew he couldn’t do with anyone. He wanted it with someone perfect as well. And he
knew exactly who he wanted to be up there with him.

Jungkook turned to look at Jimin, who looked at him in the same time. Jungkook expected
Jimin to turn away, but he just smiled. And there was that perfection he wanted.

He needed to have him.

“I was looking for you,” Jungkook whispered in Jimin’s ear. Jimin gasped and pulled away
quickly, looking back at him with a pout.

The party had started but Jungkook lost Jimin in the crowd of the ballroom. He had gotten
stopped by a lot of the other guests, and he had bullshitted his way out of all the
conversations. He had a mission tonight.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that. You scared me,” Jimin said, clutching his chest.

“Will you dance with me tonight?” Jungkook asked. He couldn’t hold back his smile at
Jimin’s shocked expression.

“Of course not. Your parents would have a fit,” Jimin said in a hushed tone.

“Please? Not in front of everyone. Somewhere quiet,” Jungkook said. He knew he would
have to work for it. He and Jimin never even touched if they didn’t have to. Jimin was always
careful of that.

“No,” he said flatly. Jungkook almost laughed. Jimin had never been so stern with him.

“Come on. Let’s go to my room. You can still hear the music there. Please baby?” he pleaded,
tasting out the nickname on his tongue. He liked it.

“Your majesty…” Jimin said, warning in his tone, blush on his cheeks.
“Come,” Jungkook said, taking Jimin by the hand.

Jimin went with him pliantly, but removed his hand from Jungkook’s. He guessed he didn’t
want anyone seeing them. It was probably the smart decision.

Jungkook opened the door to his room, letting Jimin in first. The action made Jimin blush
again. Jungkook hoped that Jimin would let him do more things for him in the future.

He closed the door behind them and they listened to the sound of the music, muffled by the
walls. Jimin nervously fidgeted with his sleeves, looking around the room like he hadn’t been
there a thousand times.

“How do you want to dance?” Jungkook asked him, taking his hand again. Jimin’s fingers
were trembling.

“However you want,” Jimin said. Jungkook yanked him closer and wrapped his free arm
around Jimin’s waist. He yelped and he felt tense in Jungkook’s hold.

Eventually he loosened up and rested his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, and they started
swaying slowly together.

Jungkook felt overwhelmed. This was the most he and Jimin ever touched. He smelled so
good this close and he looked so cute too. Jungkook felt happier than ever.

“I’m not a girl,” Jimin said, breaking their silence. Jungkook chuckled.

“I know. I just wanted to lead,” he said. Jimin snorted. “You know I gave you the opportunity
to pick a position but you let me pick.”

“I know.”

“So why are you complaining?” Jungkook asked. Jimin pouted, gripping Jungkook’s shirt
tighter.

“I’m not complaining. I just wanted to make sure you knew,” he said, trying to mumble the
last part under his breath.

“What? You’ve been with me six years and you think I didn’t know you were a man?” he
teased. Jimin groaned and rested his forehead on Jungkook’s chest. He hoped he couldn’t
hear his heart beat speed up.

“I just…I don’t know why you’re treating me like this,” he said. Jungkook knew what he
meant. But he couldn’t say it out loud. Not yet.

“You’re important to me. There’s no one more important to me than you okay?” he said.
Jimin lifted his head from Jungkook’s chest, looking at him with confusion in his eyes.
Jungkook thought he had ruined their moment but Jimin was still dancing with him.

“Why?”
“Do you even have to ask that? You’re the person I spend most of my time with. I see you
more than I see anyone else. And you’re just wonderful,” Jungkook said, pulling Jimin a tiny
bit closer.

Jimin surprised him by closing the distance, resting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He let
go of Jungkook’s hand and wrapped both of his arms around Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook was frozen. This behaviour was so out of character, not that he was going to
complain. He broke himself out of his trance and hugged Jimin tightly. It was the first time
they had ever hugged, in six whole years.

Jungkook wanted it to last forever.

“You’re the most important person to me too,” Jimin said. Jungkook could feel his breath on
his neck and it made him shiver.

“Jimin?”

“Yes?”

“Say my name again.”

“Jungkook.”

“Hi,” Jungkook said, a lot more awkwardly than he wanted. Taehyung had made him have
lunch with Soyeon. He hadn’t ever even had a conversation with the girl, he wasn’t really
looking forward to this.

“Hi Jungkook. You look well today,” she said with a smile. He sat down across from her at
the tiny table in the garden. She suited the flowers that surrounded her.

“Thank you,” he said. He was well. His thoughts went back to dancing with Jimin, hearing
him say that Jungkook was the most important person to him. He was better than ever.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked. Jungkook almost choked. Was she psychic? How
did she know?

“Nothing.”

“You’re smiling,” she said, gesturing to his mouth. He tried to force it away but he could feel
the corners of his mouth rejecting him. “You don’t have to hide it.”

Jungkook didn’t know why, but for some reason he felt like he could trust Soyeon. She
seemed like the type that would think well of him despite anything.

That and he was in desperate need of advice.

“Soyeon…have you ever been in love?” he asked.

“Yes. A long time ago,” she answered. He was glad she was honest. For some reason he was
expecting her to say that she was in love with Taehyung, but he knew that wouldn’t be true. It
was too soon.

“It didn’t work out?” he asked. She shrugged.

“No, but I don’t have any regrets.”

Jungkook thought about what he would do if things didn’t work out with Jimin. He couldn’t
picture a life without him. He had been with him for so many years. He really didn’t know
what he would do if it didn’t work out.

“I love someone. And I don’t know what to do about it,” he confessed. She didn’t even look
taken aback. He wondered if she was really a woman or if she was some sort of spirit.

“I think you should confess,” she said.

“What if it’s not someone I’m supposed to love?”

“Do it anyway.”

Jungkook’s heart was racing. He didn’t really expect this kind of advice from Soyeon. He
could tell he was really gonna like having her around.

He decided. He was going to confess to Jimin. The next time he saw him.

“Come to my room with me,” Jungkook whispered in Jimin’s ear when he found him in the
library.

Jimin gave him a dirty look.

“Why?”

“Just come. I have to talk to you in private,” he said, already walking back to his room. Jimin
got up and followed, just like he knew he would.

Jungkook made sure to get the door for Jimin like the last time. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“So what did you need?” Jimin asked once the door was closed. Jungkook could hear his own
heartbeat loud and clear in his ears.

“Uh…you look cute today,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. It was true, but it wasn’t
what he meant to say at all. Jimin smiled, looking down at the floor.

“Thank you. Is that really what you wanted to talk to me about though?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook took a deep breath before moving closer to Jimin until they were only inches apart.
He reached up and hesitantly brushed his knuckles over Jimin’s soft cheek. Jimin didn’t pull
away. He just looked up and him, waiting.

“I…” Jungkook started, his voice already shaky.

“You…?”

Jungkook moved his hand up to Jimin’s hair, running his fingers through it. It was so soft and
pretty.

“I said you were important to me right?” he asked.

“Yes. I said you were important to me too,” Jimin said, reaching up and taking Jungkook’s
hand, lacing their fingers together.

“That’s not all you are to me. You’re not just an important friend,” Jungkook said. He kind of
wanted Jimin to just take the hint and understand what he meant by that but he just looked up
at Jungkook’s expectantly.

After a while of silence, Jimin started smiling. And Jungkook broke. His smile was his
weakness.

“I love you. I’m in love with you,” he said, squeezing Jimin’s hand tighter.

If things worked like they did in romance novels, Jimin would say he loved him too, then
they would make love all night and get married and live happily ever after.

But Jimin’s smile dropped.

“Your majesty, don’t be like this,” he said, taking a step back and letting go of his hand.

“I’m not being like anything. I love you Jimin,” he said. Jimin started shaking his head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying. Do you know what would happen if your parents found
out you said something like this?” he asked. Jungkook felt a lump forming in his throat and
his chest felt tight.

“I don’t care what would happen. I know they wouldn’t hurt you, you’re in the nobility. And I
know exactly what I’m saying. I’m in love with you and I want to be with you,” Jungkook
said. This wasn’t how he expected this to go.

“Your majesty, you are royalty. I’m not. It wouldn’t work. It doesn’t make any sense,” he
said. Jungkook thought he saw tears forming in his eyes. Then he tasted the saltiness of his
own.

“I’m sick of this. I’m sick of you keeping your distance because you think you’re not on my
level. You’re always talking about what should and should not happen. I don’t care about any
of that. I only care about you,” he said, trying to keep his voice from cracking.

“You know this can’t happen.”

The words felt worse than a stab wound. He kind of wished he would be stabbed right now so
he could take his focus off of the pain that was being dealt to him.

He only vaguely registered Jimin saying sorry before leaving the room. Leaving Jungkook by
himself.

His life wasn’t a love story, that was clear to him now.

He avoided Jimin after that, and Jimin seemed to be doing the same. It had been a couple
days since he’d seen him. He decided that he would rather spend time with his brother and
Soyeon in the garden instead of crying in his room.

They seemed to be enjoying each other’s company a lot. Jungkook was glad they found
happiness in each other. He was starting to see the appeal of arranged marriages. No love
means no pain.

“Where’s Jimin?” Taehyung asked, and he felt like all his wounds reopened. Apparently it
showed in his face. “Are you okay? Did you guys have a fight?”

“Kind of. I’d rather not talk about it,” he said. He made eye-contact with Soyeon, and he felt
like she read his mind in that instant.

“That’s odd. You guys haven’t fought since you were fourteen,” Taehyung said. It was true.
They never fought. But Jungkook had never confessed his love before.

“We had a disagreement on something kind of big. I think he’s avoiding me now,” Jungkook
said.

“Sweetie…do you mind if I talk to Jungkook alone?” Soyeon asked suddenly. Taehyung
looked confused but he nodded anyway and left the room. Soyeon slid over closer to
Jungkook, taking his hand in hers.

“Is it Jimin?” she asked, and Jungkook knew what she meant. He couldn’t help but start
sobbing. She took him in her arms, hugging him and rubbing his back.

She let him cry for a while in her arms until his breathing started evening out. She let him go
and started wiping the tears off of his face.

“Sweetie, what happened?” she asked.

“He rejected me. I didn’t think he would, but he did,” he said. She looked at him with
sympathy.

“Did he say why?” she asked, moving stray hairs off of Jungkook’s forehead.

“He said we couldn’t. It wouldn’t work since I’m royalty and he’s not,” he said.
“He doesn’t know that. Your parents aren’t always traditional. They could allow it,” she said.
He wasn’t so sure that was true.

“Doesn’t matter if he doesn’t love me.”

“Did he even say that though?” she asked.

Jungkook stopped to think. Jimin didn’t say that he didn’t love Jungkook. In fact he never
said what he wanted in the first place. It was just like him to avoid talking about his feelings,
but Jungkook had been so caught up in his own feelings that he didn’t even notice.

“No, he didn’t say that,” Jungkook answered. Soyeon smiled.

“Then just prove to him that it could work. It doesn’t have to be over, Jungkook,” she said.
He smiled for the first time since Jimin rejected him. He felt like he had the big sister he
never knew he needed.

“I’ll do that. Thank you.”

Jungkook called for one of the maids to get Jimin for him, to meet him in his room. He knew
Jimin wouldn’t refuse, but he’d try to make this as quick as possible. Jungkook wasn’t going
to let that happen.

He sat on his bed and heard a knock.

“Come in.”

Jimin entered hesitantly, not even closing the door behind him.

“Did you need something?” he asked.

“Close the door please,” he said. He could tell Jimin wanted to protest, but he did what
Jungkook said anyway.

Jungkook gestured for Jimin to come closer and he stood up, looking down at him. He looked
teary eyed and nervous.

“Did you need something?” Jimin repeated, much quieter this time, now that Jungkook was
only a few centimetres away from him.

“I love you,” he said. He heard Jimin’s breath hitch as he looked toward the floor.

“Stop it,” he whispered.

“But I love you. And I want to know if you love me too,” he said. He reached out and
touched Jimin’s chin with his hand, lifting it so he could see his face again.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, bottom lip trembling.

“It does to me. I need to know,” Jungkook said, stroking Jimin’s cheek with his thumb.
“Please.”

“I love you,” Jimin said, so quietly that Jungkook barely caught it.

He felt lighter. The weight of not knowing lifted off of his shoulders. The love of his life, the
most perfect man in the world, loved him back. It was incredible and exhilarating.

“You love me?” he asked. He needed to be one hundred percent certain.

“I love you so much. I’ve loved you for so long now,” Jimin said, tears finally leaving his
eyes.

Jungkook pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s shoulders. He held him
close as he cried into Jungkook’s chest.

“Don’t cry. It hurts so much to see you cry,” Jungkook said. Jimin pulled away from the hug,
wiping his eyes.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jungkook said.

“We still ca-“

“I talked to my parents about marrying outside of royalty. They’re considering it for now.
Soon Taehyung will be in power anyway, and you know he would allow it. If my parents say
no, we can just buy time. Jimin, this is all up to you,” Jungkook said, cutting off whatever
nonsense Jimin was about to spew.

Jimin stood there, looking completely shocked, fidgeting with a loose thread on the hem of
his shirt.

“I don’t…” he started. Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore.

He backed Jimin into the nearest wall, closing in on him until he could taste his breath. He
could almost feel him on his skin.

“Tell me what you want. I want to know what Jimin wants. I’m sick and tired of hearing
about how you do what I want because it’s your job, and it would be inappropriate for you do
anything that you wanted to do. I want to do what you want, Jimin. Tell me what you want,”
he said, his voice coming out like a growl.

Jimin stared at him, his eyes hooded, and his face flushed. Jungkook just wanted to eat him
up.

“Jungkook…” he whined. And that was the last straw. He loved how Jimin said his name.

He closed the distance between their lips clumsily. Their teeth clacked together and his lips
felt bruised but it was the best kiss he’d ever had in his life. Jimin sucked on his bottom lip
before biting on it, making Jungkook growl.

He wrapped an arm around Jimin’s waist and tossed him onto the bed, climbing over top of
him. Jimin pulled him down for another heated kiss and moaned loudly into it. Jungkook was
about to lose his mind.

“What do you want baby?” he said, breaking away from Jimin’s lips for just a moment. Jimin
closed the distance again, making Jungkook forget he even asked a question.

“You. You. Only you. I want you,” Jimin panted. He sounded like he was just as out of his
mind as Jungkook was. And Jungkook liked it that way.

Jungkook started grinding his hips down onto Jimin’s crotch, making him let out moans that
sounded more like sobs. He started thrusting up to match Jungkook’s pace and Jungkook
couldn’t help but moan too.

Jimin spread his legs wider, letting Jungkook move more easily. He grabbed Jungkook’s butt,
pulling him down harder. He seemed so desperate and Jungkook wanted to give him
everything he wanted.

“God you’re gorgeous. Say my name again baby,” Jungkook groaned into Jimin’s ear, biting
on the lobe.

“Jungkook,” Jimin breathed out before moaning loudly again. Hearing his name just made
Jungkook all the more turned on.

He sat upright and took off his own shirt and Jimin did the same. He had seen Jimin shirtless
countless times but never like this. He looked beautiful.

“What do you want?” he asked again. Jimin laid down on his back, looking fucked out
already.

“Finger me,” Jimin said. Jungkook couldn’t hold back the curse that fell out of his mouth.

He helped Jimin out of his pants and took a good look at him now that he was naked in front
of him like this.

“How did I get this lucky? Do you even know how hot you are?” Jungkook asked. Jimin
covered his face in embarrassment, making Jungkook chuckle.

He pulled Jimin’s hands away to his face and brought his fingers to his lips.

“Suck, baby. Nice and wet okay?” Jungkook said softly. Jimin did as he said and Jungkook
didn’t think that this would be so arousing but it really was. Jungkook caught a whine leaving
his own mouth, just watching Jimin suck on his fingers.

When he was done, Jungkook brought them down to Jimin’s hole, carefully pressing one in
as he kissed him again, biting hard on his bottom lip. Jimin’s brow furrowed at the intrusion
but Jungkook kissed him through it until he could fit another finger in.
Jimin was moaning again soon, face contorting in pleasure rather than pain.

“Mmm baby, you’re doing so well. So good for me,” Jungkook whispered in his ear, making
him whine.

He kissed and sucked on Jimin’s neck when he pressed the third finger in. Jimin inhaled
sharply and Jungkook froze.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah just give me a second to adjust,” he said, breathing heavily. Jungkook kissed all over
his face, making him giggle. It was so cute, Jungkook couldn’t believe Jimin could be so cute
and so sexy at the same time. “Okay move.”

Jungkook fingered him slowly, until he hit a spot that made Jimin cry out loudly. He poked at
that spot a few more times as Jimin writhed around underneath him, begging for more.
Jungkook had never been this hard in his life.

“What do you want?” Jungkook asked as he pulled his fingers out. Jimin breathed heavily as
he looked up at him, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

“I wanna ride you,” he said. Jungkook felt like he had the wind knocked right out of him.
This couldn’t be real.

“Fuck. Yeah, sure. Whatever you want,” Jungkook said as he removed his pants and laid
down on his back. He tried to act less excited than he really was but Jimin riding him was
something he only thought would happen in his dreams.

Jungkook thought Jimin was going to jump right into it, but Jimin dropped down to the
bottom half of Jungkook’s body and took his cock into his mouth. Jungkook’s head fell back
onto the bed as let out a loud, desperate moan.

Jungkook already felt close to the edge, but luckily, the blowjob was short lived. After his
cock was good and wet, Jimin positioned himself over it. He slowly lowered himself and
Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was so perfect. His skin was glowing with
sweat, flushed where Jungkook had his hands or his lips.

Jungkook massaged his thighs as Jimin bottomed out, taking a moment to adjust. They were
both breathing heavily, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“God you’re perfect,” Jungkook said.

“Shut up.”

“Wow you just told royalty to shut up. What am I going to do with you?” Jungkook said, both
of them giggling now.

“Fuck me I hope,” Jimin said. Jungkook thrust up into him, making Jimin gasp.
“What a naughty mouth,” Jungkook growled, thrusting up into him again. Jimin pushed down
on Jungkook’s chest before raising himself up and fucking himself back down on Jungkook’s
cock.

He repeated the actions slowly, driving Jungkook insane. It was too slow. He grabbed Jimin’s
hips, thrusting up as he slammed Jimin down, making them both moan. He continued but it
still didn’t feel like enough.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist and repositions the other man’s legs so
they were around his hips. He held Jimin tightly as he fucked him hard and fast, making
Jimin sob in his arms. He was so close to coming.

He slowed down again, not wanting this moment to end just yet.

“What…what if your parents don’t, ah, allow us to be together?” Jimin asked as Jungkook
slowly fucked him.

“I don’t care. I’ll be with you anyway,” Jungkook said, biting down hard on Jimin’s neck. It
would surely leave a mark.

“What if they marry you off?” he asked, swallowing back his moans.

“I won’t go. And if I have to, I’ll bring you with me. I don’t want anyone but you,” he said,
picking up the pace again.

He was fucking him so hard and fast, desperate to make Jimin come harder than he ever had
before.

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook…” he repeated over and over, spurring Jungkook on further.

Soon Jimin was coming all over him letting out a high-pitched whine that Jungkook would
have complained about if it wasn’t so hot. Jungkook followed soon after coming hard into
Jimin. They both flopped down on the bed, satisfied and out of breath.

“I love you,” Jungkook managed to say as he was coming down from his high. Jimin giggled.

“I love you too.”

“What’s so funny?” he asked, pinching Jimin’s thigh.

“We made a mess,” he said, still giggling. Jungkook laughed too as he grabbed his shirt he
had tossed aside earlier, cleaning the come and sweat off of their bodies.

“All clean,” he said, snuggling close to Jimin. He nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his sweet
scent.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with a prince,” Jimin said, laughing even more.

“You know, when we get married, you’ll be a prince too,” Jungkook said, leaving small
kisses on Jimin’s neck.
“We’re gonna get married?”

“I want to. What do you want?” Jungkook asked, scared he might have jumped the gun.

“I want to get married.” Jungkook smiled.

“Good.”

He looked up at Jimin’s sleepy, smiling face and he felt so full of love. He has been in love
with Jimin for a long time without realizing it, that much was clear to him now.

If his life was a love story, it would probably end right now. But instead he would get to live
like this for the rest of his life. He would get to be this happy forever.

He would get to be with Jimin, his perfect man, forever.

End Notes

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