necklace;

"Jimin pie!" the young boy whips around, eyes wide open at the name. He rushes over to the girl, cheeks heated up. The guards guarding the hallways stifled a laugh, watching the two lovebirds reunite. "What did I tell you about calling me that?" Jimin hushed the girl, placing his hands over her lips.

She giggled, eyes forming crescents. She was like the moon - forever lighting up the streets for others. It was Jimin's favourite sight. "Don't worry babes, I think they know you're mine," she whispered back, hands reaching up to remove his.

Jimin scoffs, cheeks brightening up. It was a large shade of pink. The lady grins at the sight, before entwining their hands. "I have something to show you pumpkin pie!" she squeals, running down the hallway, feet tapping onto the red carpet, towards the male's room. Jimin follows her, a broad smile on his face.

Oh, how he loved the way she'd call him names.

"What is it?" the prince questions, stepping into the dark, messy room of his. His princess flicks on the light, holding a plain pink and white hanbok. "Mother bought this for me," she smiles, using her fingertips to trace the waves on the hanbok.

"It's plain though. I've got an idea, and I wanted to do it with you!" her light pink lips pulled back, white teeth shining at him. She was perfect, in his eyes. "You've got literal dark rosy red hearts in your eyes, darling. Are you falling for me too much?" the girl wiggles her eyebrows, grinning mischievously at the young prince.

Her nose flared, lips curled up in a way it made her smile look goofy. He loved her funny faces. It was the highlight of his days. "My shoelaces are only untied, for you." he smiled back. The princess giggled like a teenage girl. "Come here and help me paint this," she raised the plain hanbok.

Humming a tune, Jimin walks over to his table. He pulls out a drawer, picking a few paintbrushes, paint, and pallets. The girl was now kneeling on the floor, smoothing out the lines on the dress. Her necklace dangled in the air, glistening under the lights.

Checking her out, the male walks over. "Here." he settles them onto the floor, laid out in front of their eyes. "What should we do with it?" she hums, sighing softly as she plops her head onto Jimin's thighs. Running his hand through her hair, he whispered. "Flowers?"

The girl mewled as she pushed her head deeper into Jimin's thighs, enjoying the comfort. She nodded in approval. Jimin laughed softly, remembering how she hated all sorts of plannings. "Shall we use your favourite colours? We can paint it randomly," Jimin suggests, untangling the locks in her hair.

"I want to make it pretty, just like you," she answers shamelessly. Blushing, he nods. Jimin picks up the brush, removing the hand entangled in her hair to hold the dress. Although the male's position was uncomfortable, he didn't complain. His legs were stretched out, dress on the left side of his thigh.

The princess' head was on his muscular thigh, hands on her stomach, legs stretched out. Jimin dabs the paintbrush onto the paint before carefully swirling it onto the white part of the hanbok.

Soon, black, purple, blue, green, and orange blots appeared on the white part of the hanbok. The girl laid there, eyes gazing up at the focused male. There was something about Jimin when he was focused, she realised. He was hot.

Really hot.

"Your stare is distracting me," Jimin spoke. "Your voice startled me," the girl shot back, sticking out her tongue at the male. laughing, Jimin bends down to place a kiss on his lover's head.

"I wanna see," she squeaks, pushing her body away from the floor. crawling over Jimin's thighs, she placed her hands on each side of the hanbok. "They look beautiful, my little duck." she praises, moving away from the hanbok.

Throwing each leg over the prince's thighs, she straddled his thighs.

"You're perfect," she grinned, cupping his marshmallow cheeks. She squished it, placing a small kiss on his puckered lips. Jimin smiled through the kiss, eyes crinkling up.

He was like a cute little puffball.

"Is it pretty?" the soon-to-be king questions, eyes darting from the princess to the hanbok. "It's colourful and wonderful like you," she winked, tongue darting out to lick her lips. Jimin pecked her lips. "Will you wear it for me?"

"Of course."

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"I heard that!" Jimin shrieks, lunging himself onto Jin. The two of them tumble onto the ground, playfully smacking and pulling each others' hair. They rolled on the ground, clothes mopping the floor. You were about to speak, but a sudden whoosh of cold wind stopped you. Darkness engulfed you for a second, then it was gone.

What just happened?

Groaning, Hoseok pulls the two away from each other with Jungkook's help. "You're the oldest, yet I feel like I'm responsible for your childish actions," the red-headed male rolled his eyes, earning a small whack on the back of his head. "Manners, young man." Jin fired.

"Who's next though?" you question, looking at the four of them. Four down, three more to go. "Namjoon," Jin answers. "By the way. One of you better tell me why the heck is a beautiful human being doing down here in hell. Humans belong to earth, girlfriend or not, Park Jimin. That counter lady's outfit just puts her even more out of place." Jin sassed, rolling his eyes, then enlarging it, glaring right at Jimin.

Gulping visibly, Jimin nods. Hoseok shook his head, a small snort left his lips as he pats Jimin's back. Something about this guy told you he'd be the one to keep Jimin in check. You fiddled with the little coin-liked necklace on your neck. You had it ever since you were young, and it was your source of comfort.

Whenever you felt uneasy or nervous, you'd toy with the little necklace on your neck. "Skywalker?" Jimin pipes up, eyes landing on the necklace. Oh, you were so done with that man. "I am not a star wars character," you groaned, tilting your head slightly back. Snickering slightly, Jimin replies, "But skywalker is amazing, and so are you. Are the both of you twins?" he wriggles his eyebrows, lips curled up goofily.

"I have a brother," you rolled your eyes. You swear to god. One more second with the one and only Park Jimin would send your eyeballs rolling out of their sockets. "Let's get out of here before anyone starts a whole ass lecture or conversation about siblings," Jungkook cuts in, eyes traveling from Jin to Hoseok.

Nodding in agreement, the five of you left the room.

However, the thing was, where were the five of you going to stay?

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