pumpkin ;

"Catch me if you can!" she laughs, giggles filling the air. Clumsily, she runs over couches, beds, and almost knocked down flower pots. Every hop she made sent her dress flying into the air. You stood there, peeking through the holes of the door. A male, wearing a suit chuckles as he chases after her, hands inching forward to pull her into his arms. Giggling like two teenagers, they ran around the huge room.

The male then speeds up and pulls her into his embrace, chest to her back. "no!" she whines, dragging the word. A perfectly sweet smile pulled her lips back. "let me go! You're so mean," she pouts, turning to face the male. Your heart palpitated fast and loud as you watched the scene before you. The top half of the girl's face was blurred, only exposing her thin, rosy lips. "What if I don't want to?"

A silky and sweet voice spoke up. You moved closer to the keyhole, trying your best to peek at the two lovebirds. You don't know how you ended up here, you have no idea what you were doing. But a nagging sensation keeps telling you to look. Somehow, you had ended up here - in a palace. If you guessed right, they were in the male's bedroom. The girl's back faced you, restricting you from trying to make out who she was. However, the male was facing you, but due to the limited amount of space, you were unable to see his face. Tilting your head, you found a better view from the small keyhole.

"Well, you're going to have to let me go." the lady's voice was serious and firm now. She wore a beautifully designed hanbok. The top half was pink and the bottom half was white, with a mix of colourful flowers. "Princess," he sighs.

A shiver ran down your spine. His voice was awfully familiar. The tension in the air became thicker, and the silence was killing you. What was going on? "You're leaving, pumpkin. You have to go serve your country. You have to let me go," she whispers, a hand lifting to stroke the princess' cheeks. "But I don't want to," he murmurs, eyes shut as he pressed his forehead onto hers. A tear trickles down his face.

"Promise you'll stay safe, please?" she pleads, humming softly. Her voice cracked. It was laced with sorrow and agony. "I promise. I will come back to you, my love. But you have to stay safe too, alright? Stay away from mother." he warns, placed a soft, honeyed kiss on her forehead. And that's when you saw his face. Your heart stopped beating and you froze. Jimin. Park Jimin.

Were these his memories? Why were you invading them? So, this was his lover? Jimin's lover hums, whispering a soft, "I will." tears burned your eyes as you watched him place his lips on hers, eyes glistening under the lights. The kiss was filled with passion, love. He cups her face, bringing it closer to his as he presses his lips onto hers. With a genuine, happy, smile on her face, she returns the kiss.

Jimin's free hand snakes around her hips, pushing it closer to his body. As their hips collide, the kiss gets hotter. Her hands were in Jimin's soft, black hair, pulling the locks. Letting out a soft mewl, the princess tugs at his hair, pushing his face closer to hers. Jimin pulls back, lips swollen and pink.

"I can never get enough of you," he laughs, forehead pressed against her, yet again. Flashing the same wide grin back at him, she connects their lips. Jimin's hand moves from her face to her hips, wrapping it at the sides of her waist. The princess understood, legs pushing her body off the floor, wrapping themselves around his waist. Lifting her body higher, he kisses her harder, hand returning to her face. He caresses the lady's bright pink cheeks, breaking the kiss as he placed her onto the bed. Letting out a light, silly laugh, she crawls towards the bed's headboard.

With an amused smile on his face, Jimin trails after her, hovering over her body. He placed a peck on her forehead, then her eyes, to her nose, and lastly, her lips. "Are you sure about this?" he questions, voice soft and silky. She hums, lifting herself to peck his lips. Breathing out lightly, he grins and pulls her into another kiss, one involving the tongue.

That night, their bodies merged as one.

You jolt awake, panting loudly as you looked around. The candlelight had been blown off. It was pitch-black. "J-jimin?" you gulp, tears pooling at your eyes. Where were they? What did you see? Was that really Jimin... and his lover? Your hands made their way to the necklace that dangled on your neck, fiddling with it. Somehow, it was your source of comfort. A strangled grunt made its way to your ears. "Donkey? Why're you up?" Jimin questions, opening one eye.

His voice was raspy and deep, hair ruffled and messy. He looked like an adorable puppy. "Where are the others?" you ask, making your way towards the yawning ghost. "After you fell asleep, we decided to rest here. Hoseok locked the doors, we're safe," he answers, both hands stretched to the side. "Come here," his hoarse voice sending sparks all over your body. You hesitated, sinking your teeth on your lips. After what you had witnessed, everything felt wrong.

"Did you..." you trail off, looking at the male. "Did I what?" Jimin grumbles, pulling you towards him. Using force, you stopped him, reluctant to embrace him. Was he playing with you? "Make love to your lover?" you whisper, voice barely audible. Jimin freezes, releasing his grip on your arm. His eyes flash blue, lighting up the dark room.

"Where did you hear that from?" his voice shifted from a warm, lovely one to a cold, unwelcoming one. "I saw it," you mutter, eyes travelling to the ground. "I dreamt about it. I was watching," you whisper. Were these your lost memories? Were you apart of Jimin's life? Who was the masked man?

"It's not your lost memories." Jimin speaks, voice unwavering. It wasn't as cold, but it still sent chills down your spine. "You saw nothing. Everything you saw was fake." he looks away, metal-coloured eyes shining blue. The colour has never stayed so long. "I saw something else," you pursed your lips, biting your inner cheeks. "Before Hoseok came to us. A masked man."

Now you've caught Jimin's attention. "Does his mask have a black top and white bottom with golden sparkles?" his eyebrows pull together, eyes narrowing at you. Jimin's lips pull down in a frown, hands clenched up. "Yeah. Do you know who it is?" at your answer, Jimin curses softly, head tilting towards the ground. His fist collided with the ground, causing the ground to shake.

"It's Mister," an unfamiliar voice spoke up.

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hi :) thank you for being patient with me. i hope you enjoyed this part! well, how do you think y/n is related to Mister? also this part was meant to confuse you :DD so is y/n a princess that jimin met on a blind date that his mother sent him to, or his lover?