Jimin focus

Jimin was lying in the crown prince's bed with two knifes fastened at his waist, waiting for something to happen. The yard had been cleared from all royal guards apart from two dressed-up puppets at the main entrance, so that any sound of a real human would alarm him while the assassin would have no reason to be suspicious.

In the seconds his mind slipped off, he realized how wrong it felt to lie in this place, but then he reminded himself of the purpose and thought about scenarios of how the killer would enter and how he could end him in the fastest way possible.

If he came in through the window of the dressing room, which he had guarded last time, Jimin would have to expect him from the right; if he for some inexplicable reason chose to come through the window of the bedchamber, he had to expect him from above his head. The first option was definitely preferable, but Jimin had to consider them all.

Ways to fend off blows from above his head rolled through his mind while the hours passed.

When he was almost sure that no one would come tonight, a sound of wood on wood from above his head alarmed him and he grabbed his weapons.

A quiet thud told that the assassin had landed inside and on instinct Jimin lifted one dagger to protect his head. With a clang it received a blow from another short blade. But Jimin had no time to be proud of his instincts; he had to keep the man from jumping right back outside.

With a swift move he drilled his second weapon through the arm that had attacked him, earning a pained scream, and rolled around to get up on his knees and look at the invader. A black cloth covered the lower face, but above he could make out two big eyes in a tanned face covered by messy strands of black hair.

"Today you will die," Jimin growled and went for the assassin's neck with the dagger that was not stuck in the attacker's arm.

But that bastard dodged his move and freed his wrist from where it was pierced through and then stumbled back towards the window. Jimin could not let him escape. With trained precision he threw his weapon and it sunk into the back of the man's thigh when he was jumping over the windowsill.

A moment later he was outside as well and had thrown the intruder to the dusty ground in an attempt to get a hold of him, but his opponent was taller and more agile than him even with his wounds, so he was stuck with blocking kicks of those strong legs and had not even the slightest chance to reach the man's throat.

The bastard even was able to rid him of his second dagger, and Jimin was wondering if he had truly met his target with his first one. Because it seemed impossible that someone could fight like this with an injured leg.

"What kind of demon are you?!" he shouted angrily but was answered with silence and labored breaths.

Like Jimin's anger spurted his abilities, he was able to grab one of the flying legs, threw them to the side, and finally mounted his enemy straddling his writhing torso.

A fist hit him at the jaw, and he saw bright spots for a moment before his senses returned and he fixed that wicked hand on the ground. The other one lied uselessly next to the man's head, drenched in a dark liquid. So, at least Jimin had been able to make one arm useless.

"A snake you truly are," he snarled at the man in his hold, who was still trying to wind his way out from underneath him. He tore off the black mask.

Big dark eyes, a prominent nose, and thin lips with a mole underneath. If he had not furrowed his eyebrows like he wanted to cut Jimin's throat, the man could have been considered very handsome.

"What a shame to ruin a pretty face like yours," Jimin dragged out the execution to take a breath. He needed to gather his strength for strangling this man since their weapons were out of reach. And every second he waited, more blood would drain out of his opponent, so it would become easier to hold him down.

Still, there was no answer from the man below, only his struggle grew weaker until it stopped completely and only the dark eyes kept staring at Jimin.

"Now hold still, so that I can be quick," he told the silent man and wrapped his free hand around the thick neck feeling how the Adam's apple was bobbing under his palm. He hated to strangle people. Better to make him faint and then find one of the knifes to end him properly.

"I am sorry," he admitted and positioned himself properly. So far, he had received no means of resistance, but when he put pressure on the fragile throat in his grip, the hand he had thought was useless snapped up to grab the back of his head and pull him down, making his face collide with the one beneath him.

"What?" he wanted to ask but his lips were caught between teeth and his mind had trouble keeping up with the situation.

Only when he felt a tight grip on his manhood, he realized that he must have let go of the assassin's unharmed hand. Said hand was now squeezing his balls in a way that was on the verge between arousing and painful, and Jimin had no idea what he was supposed to do. He only knew that one wrong move could make him a eunuch and he was not willing to risk that.

With one strong shove of those snaky hips, their position was turned around, and he could only give in to whatever would happen. But to his surprise, the teeth that had assaulted his lips let go and the handsome face looked down at him with a malicious grin. "To grab a man by his balls. I would never have guessed that this expression would become useful at last," he provoked Jimin, squeezing the smaller man's manhood harder. Jimin groaned in pain. "Too bad I can't stay any longer to see what a palace dog would do for the sake of his private parts."

But instead of finally letting go and running off, this bastard leaned down again and sucked on Jimin's bottom lip with a pleased moan. "Tasty..."

Jimin's breath hitched. Shocked and disgusted he understood that this was not a kiss; this man was tasting the blood that seeped out of the bite in his lip. What kind of monster would enjoy the taste of blood? Was this some brutish ritual?

He stared at the handsome face with the blood-smeared lips, that moved away. "Consider yourself lucky," the man said quietly, and then he was gone.

The release of Jimin's manhood made him forget about everything temporarily and he breathed in relieved. Only after the pain ceased, he turned his head to watch the figure climbing the hallway roof and running off into the night.

This being had to be a demon. No man could jump and climb like this when they had a pierced arm and leg, and no human would drink their prey's blood. Someone had summoned a child of the underworld to hunt the crown prince down.

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Jungkook focus

This damn palace dog had cut him! A mere guard had had the ability to defeat him! Almost defeat him. After all he was too clever to be subdued by a mere soldier.

Against all odds, a smile curled Jungkook's lips when he noticed the taste of blood that still lingered on his tongue. He had been unable to resist. There was just something so tempting about scaring his enemies witless.

This time there was a knock on his door before the woman entered at his approval.

"Have-" She fell silent at the sight of the bloody rags on the floor before she looked over his person and saw his bandaged wrist. The thigh was already hidden under the trousers he had just put back on.

"It's nothing," he assured her. The stupid dog had only pierced skin and barely any muscle, not to mention bone. It was burning like fire, but it did not hinder him. "I told you that I shouldn't go tonight."

She straightened her features and stepped further into the room. "So, you failed again," she stated displeased.

Jungkook sighed annoyed. "The prince was not at his quarter. Instead I encountered a very annoying dog that bit me," he hissed.

"Not at... I did not expect them to lay out a trap," she admitted and looked less displeased and more understanding, a rare emotion to cross her face.

Jungkook looked down at her. "Well, little princess, I did, but you wouldn't listen to what I said."

"Then why did the best of the best not anticipate an ambush?" she said sharp-tongued and crossed her arms over her chest very unlike a noble woman.

"Because," Jungkook snapped back and put on his undergarments, "I did not expect the prince to allow a mere guard to sleep in his bed. I need to correct my idea of the royal family."

The princess seemed shocked. "A guard? In his... in his bed? How..." She looked unable to put those outrageous thoughts into words.

But suddenly her calmness returned and her eyes fixed back on Jungkook, now filled with cold hatred. "Of course that was not a simple guard. The man you faced most likely was the prince's lap dog. Oh-so-loyal and good officer Park Jimin." She spat out the name like it was an exceptionally disgusting bite.

"Park?" Jungkook asked with furrowed brows and threw over his outer robes as well. "Is he not your family then?" As far as he knew, princess Dahee was married to Park Bogum, another officer of the royal army. And all the Parks in the kingdom were by some means related and most of them employed as high-ranking soldiers. The name was practically indistinguishable from the red robes of the military.

"A mere cousin-in-law," she explained coldly. "But a highly favored one. Even my brother loves him and calls him his most beloved confidant." She huffed disapprovingly.

"That brother of yours, prince Taehyung," Jungkook asked cautiously, testing his injured leg by standing up, "How is he related to this?" He gestured at himself and then at her.

For a moment she only clenched her jaw and stared at a point behind him, seemingly in though. "He is unimportant," she then answered.

Jungkook nodded slowly. Still, a notion of doubt remained. If he killed the crown prince, the only heirs left would be the first prince Seokjin, who had spent half his life outside the palace and tended to the royal bathhouse with his mother rather than joining the court, and third prince Taehyung, whom Jungkook knew very little about because he had no background that was worth making rumors about on the streets. He only knew that said prince did not seem to fear a knife, or else he would not have thrown himself at Jungkook with such enthusiasm back then.

Thus, since the first prince seemed highly unlikely to be accepted by the king as the new crown prince, this only left the third prince, Dahee's brother. Jungkook began to understand the motive behind his job, but he did not dare assume. The ways of the court were wicket and unpredictable, his master had said, no normal citizen would understand.

"Then tell me more about this Park Jimin. Maybe I can use it against him next time," he asked of her and sat back down on the bed because his leg burned like someone had sliced it open from his loins to his toes. He would need some strong wine later.

"There will be no next time," the women said deflated. "Tomorrow the Daegu delegation will leave for the war with the West." Her expression was that of exhaustion when she sat down at the small table in his room and poured herself a cup of cold tea. The stubborn wild woman Jungkook had met over the last days finally looked like the wife and mother she was, calm and collected.

"I have no use for you anymore," she told him bluntly, looking him straight into the eye.

But Jungkook could only laugh at that. "Little princess, don't you understand?" he asked, filled with new vigor. She looked confused. "Finally, the prince left his safe haven. No wall and no night guard will hold me back now." He laughed again. "Why did you send me out tonight when tomorrow is the day we have been waiting for?"

With a jump he was at her side filling the two cups and handing her one. Startled she took it. "To this little princess and her money," he said with a mischievous grin and clinked their cups.

The corners of her mouth lifted to mirror his smile. "It appears I did not make a mistake in asking for you, little brute." Her eyes turned red. "If you end officer Park as well, I will pay you twice the amount."

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"It's my pleasure," Jungkook answered eventually.

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Mind you, Jungkook is not only 3.5 years younger than Dahee but also many ranks lower. He is extremely disrespectful when he calls her little princess and addresses her with you.

'eyes turning red'  is a metaphor for strong negative emotions showing through the eyes. Her eyes do not literally turn red, she's not a demon, this story is not supernatural.