"It's happening again
Well, I don't give a fuck
about your friends
I'm right here"

Right Here - Chase Atlantic

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Jimin

They were sickening. Fucking. Sickening.

Pretending as if no one could see them in the halls. Two ghosts flirting around the life of the living.

As if for a month they hadn't been so enthralled within themselves that no one else existed.

Jimin had been proven wrong once again.

Before, he considered his heart entirely barren. Only his want for Leila ebbing and flowing like the lowest of tides.

Now, now he truly felt nothing.

He had agreed to her plan to win the prince's attentions once and for all, and to at least force his hand. And with every passing minute, Jimin had enjoyed it. But that was the problem, wasn't it? He enjoyed something for once. That childish echo of a time forgotten pounded through his heart, as he dipped her to the cloud-like marble below them. Had relished in the anger and envy that burned from Taehyung, the little prince once again who had always gotten his way. When they were young, Jimin had felt tendrils of it. When he won a sword fight. When he raced his horse harder. But it was dull in comparison to the glory he felt holding someone the prince had branded his.

Then, something delicate had pried it's way through. At the dark fall of Leila's hair over his pale hand. The feel of her pliable flesh beneath the tips of his fingers. The glow of stars in her light eyes, the delicateness she exuded, despite her propensity for rulership, it made his body float. And she looked at him with those star-filled eyes in a way that made his stomach drop, his tongue lose it's witty caress.

When their lips touched, for a moment, Jimin thought things could go his way without having to bend the will of nature. For once, only once. Maybe someone could choose him.

Little had shaken the man to his core. Not since the death of his guardian, Clarisse. Not since he saw bodies scattered across the thrown room, a field of macabre flowers.

But seeing the way Leila looked at Taehyung after all he had done to avoid her, that crumbled the ground he stood on.

Taehyung could never look her way. He could whisper sweet nothings, and treat her coldly the next. He could push her away, and be as cruel as he liked in the name of protecting her from a bloody fate. And he could take it all back with a bat of his eyes and a smile. Because he was the prince. He was her sun. It just further proved to Jimin that he could be better in every way, and he would still never be good enough. A truth he had accepted with gratitude and internalized when he was younger. A feeling that was now a threat more than anything else as it simmered over the years.

But not all was lost. Maybe Leila was just confused, as she had seemed so at some points within his arms. Sometimes shining, absent of straying thoughts. Sometimes so burdened he had thought about letting her go.

He had left before they did, unable to contend with the pounding in his head and the feeling of abyss within himself. That strange desperation in which he knew little what to do. So he had circled back the next day, after visiting the barrels. After clearing his head of any aggression. Because maybe, Leila felt the same way, maybe even a little.

He had traveled to her chambers.

Realized that the pair were both inside. Used blood magic to amplify the sound.

Had heard the prince question her affections towards himself.

Felt the strangulation of Leila reciting their vows, relinquishing any chance of her attachment to him.

That night he took that all of his emotions. Compressed it until charcoal became a diamond, impenetrable. Sharp. And gutted the heart he had thought to have ridden himself from months ago.

Jimin would no longer feel the pull of life, or remorse.

Dances turned to slicing of blades. Soft flesh melted to blood. Leila's bright smile turned to rays of light too bright to look at. I am ready. For glory. For repudiation. For taking back what was his, and his alone by the rights of the gods. Whether the sun burned them all to ash, and whether his friend looked at him with betrayal as he did so.

No, it matter not that Jimin heard the slam of doors from his own rooms. Faint moans and exhales the deity spoke of and he wished he could erase. No, it matter not.

Only the thought of Leila's eyes closing, her soft body painted with silver was enough to help him sleep at night. That silver, that brightness kept the shadows from closing in. Followed by the thought of Taehyung's eyes taking in Jimin, and realizing the friend he had held so dearly, had undermined bested him. Had taken the only thing he had ever truly wanted, would satiate his true blood lust.

The spring burned brightly, and left Winter in its wake. With every passing day the royals did not call for him, lounging in their beds and making waste of time, he had been making sure every move was set into motion. Lily and the poison working while he had to sit back and watch. The prince too in love to notice what was right in front of his eyes. In Leila's blood. Jimin would be one game piece closer to what he wanted.

Totality. Reaping. Restoration.

Leila.

Jimin squeezed his fists, as he rounded the corner. Preparing himself to enter the council room, after the much exhausted prince and princess finally decided to call upon their court again. After a full month of solitude. Smiting everyone else in the process. Galivanting around in their drunkedness.

But Leila had still wanted her tea. And with every order of it, it helped to lessen the veneration he had for her. For anyone.

Because how could they miss something so obvious?

His superiority would feel lonely if he could feel anything at all. For his one person he thought to be equal would succumb to weakness without him. And to that, he believed the weak deserved their folly.

Even Leila.

It settled his bones, his blood as he walked into the council room. The last one in. Centered his body, his mind as he smelled the mix of both Leila and Taehyung's scent on each other's body. Both like lavender and ocean. Sickening.

Ignoring both the glare from his friend, newly sowed enemy, and the pitying look from Leila. It would snap his resolve.

The man settled next to Yoongi, because at least the man didn't talk. He wasn't annoying, nor did he expect from him any reaction.

And he didn't want any distractions today.

He wanted to burn the image of Leila, shrouded in a dress of the color of fine, gray sea mist. The light in her eyes, the deep mauve settled onto rosy cheeks. The way his friend stood taller beside her, his lips without their fine tuned press.

When will Solis visit again?

The man sat down in his respective chair, not caring that they had not allowed the lot of them to do so. Jimin pulled out a knife, picking underneath his nails. Straightening the cream and gold of his advisory uniform.

When can I act? What the fuck is the deity waiting for?

The knife almost breached his skin as Taehyung spoke. As Leila turned to look at him, as if he were a fucking deity himself. Knowing little that the prince was too cowardly to ever touch the full breadth of his power.

Like calls to like.

Weak calls to weak.

She smiled at the prince, in a way Jimin had never received. Not even across his mouth. Not even in her joy.

I will not call to her.

"We have gathered you all here today for something important. And something that calls for your discretion."

Jimin stifled his croak, hiding underneath his hand. This will be good.

'We have been fucking, plenty. And now I've grown some balls. Accept us, or accept your fate. Do not uproar because the previous daughter of the witch went into a frenzy and killed all of our elders in one swoop. Do not despair because your guts will not splatter the walls, as long as I am within hers.'

Done.

Jimin settled his feet upon the table, knowing it would be much, much more complicated and drawn out than it needed to be.

Because Taehyung was the prince, and he was either too dense or too afraid to use the whole of his endless power. He could've had Leila months ago, two years ago when they had started their stalking, and still he did not use it. He wished to be fair. Weakness.

I am not weak.

And yet he made the mistake of lifting his eyes, of paying attention. Of seeing the clash of silver and tar far away on the long table. The princess had never looked more alive and he had never so much wanted the opposite of that to be true. He then made the mistake of glancing around, and finding every other face in the court enthralled. Even Yoongi.

An even worse mistake, as he collided with jarring green. Reminding him of what he thought he saw at the ball. Aera. Was this fiend newly entranced with his beauty now that she rid herself of her mate? Jimin shivered, finding the color extremely unsettling, and seethed silently at her. Even more unsettling, that Aera made no ill reaction in return before turning to the couple.

Ghoul. He thought to himself, before attempting to listen to the prince's droning.

"Leila Mahnaz Anvari is already my wife, your princess, and the daughter of the moon." A slight, dramatic pause, "But to be your Queen." Lily alone gasped, and Jimin wished he could smack the sound out of her, "And the dearest to my heart. I love Leila. And I hope that as friends you can understand and support this decision I have made. That you trust me enough to bare it, and your lives and wellbeing still. For I am the King of our small, but worthy nation."

There it is. A prince, no a King, asking. Not demanding. If Leila was Jimin's, they would all be cut down if they dared to utter a protest.

I am not weak.

Jimin just laughed as the rest of the nobles shuffled in their seats. He felt the sharpness of Yoongi's elbow, but nothing could bring him down from his amusement. Not even the worried set of silver that sailed over his manic outbreak.

Taehyung stood up taller, eyes already defensive. He grabbed onto Leila's hand gently, bringing it to his lips. Jimin felt nothing, nothing, nothing, as her eyes softened from the simple maneuver. Though his laughter seemed to cease without effort.

"Does anyone protest?"

Jimin felt his fingernails crest into his palms. No blood pulled forth. He swore the prince's eyes coasted across him. But he would not protest.

The pair belonged together. It didn't mean everyone in the court would believe so. And that is what Jimin hoped for, in one scenario.

He wouldn't have to lift a finger. The court would turn in on itself. They would declare a new ruler. Jimin, as his right hand, would reveal his true powers and by right of his power level, would receive the throne. No death, just abdication as he slammed the gem-cut stone in their born-smug faces. Not a certainty, but a possibility. A way to create his own path without the need of an increasingly frustrating deity. Just himself, his intellect. His patience.

But it was Hoseok who broke the silence that settled amongst the court. Not Leila's quiet little sister. Not Taehyung's new pup Jeongguk, who followed after them. Not the brave Jin, or the level-headed Namjoon. Not devil's advocate, Yoongi. Nor the scorned Aera. That was the most astounding. That she just crossed her arms and sat back in her seat, a little smile fluttering across her porcelain face. Even though the man she had loved for so long still found love in another.

"We have known for a while, King." The man lifted a brow, raising his hand in offering.

For fucks sake.

Jimin did his best to simmer silently, watching every fool around the large oak table agree.

Had he miscalculated? Had enough time passed from the massacre to finally settle old blood feuds?

He looked at every hopeful face. Even the still man beside him offered no protest in the wake of insanity. As if they had all spoken beforehand. As if they all came to the same conclusion.

They would follow their King, even if he chose Leila.

A laugh bubbled in his throat, somehow more inappropriate than before. Because all of these saps must have believed that Leila was somehow less dangerous than Sorina. And that was a mistake they could not account for if it sorely backfired.

Fools.

All of them were fools.

"Great! I am so very happy for my friends. I hope your hearts prosper, and your bed stays warm. Must we stay or shall we leave, King?" Jimin inquired, slapping his hands on the table as he sat up. Feigning casualty.

Though the prince bore into him with his dark eyes, eyes that knew the usage of his title was an insult. Pointed.

Before, it might've stung that Taehyung did not consult with him on the matter. Maybe. Jimin forgot the exact moment his inconsequential standing stopped bothering him. Or if his friend grew tired of him as soon as Leila arrived. If he was just a placeholder for true greatness. Now, Jimin was just grateful the man was so wrapped up in the feelings Jimin had for Leila to recognize the true betrayal underneath.

It needed to stay that way.

The prince just tapped his fingers on the table, once. Twice. Observing.

"That the issue I proposed to you as my friends. I now wish to speak to you as my court."

Jimin gritted his teeth, but sat down obediently.

Only for a little while longer.

But what the prince divulged next carried him to a tundra.

"There are many things about the curse, about the massacre you all do not know. And that is the truth." The prince looked around the room once, twice. His eyes settling longer on Jeongguk, who glanced stoically back. Little Setareh seemed to bow under the look.

Leila remained silent, head raised beside him. Knowing  if she opened her mouth, they would lose all credibility.

What truth?

Jimin in his search did not find anything new from the pair. From his perspective, he knew the most of this kingdom's secrets more than anyone at this table. With the guidance of Solis, of course.

The prince settled the room, "Sorina did kill all of your loved ones, but not because of insanity. But due to treason." This time, many gasps and not all from his sister erupted from the nobles and ladies in waiting, "And for love."

The advisor could feel that initial pulse of true shock. His blood threatening to soar quicker through his veins as he relieved that day. How could it be? Was this a sick ploy offered by Leila to garner trust from them all? Because how could the famed King's 'bitch' have killed the entire court for any reason other than mania.

He had only seen the woman in passing. Known his guardian to be fond of her, even after she retired. Knew Taehyung adored the woman, possibly more than anyone else. Jimin felt repulsed by her. By the large amount of power he felt running through her veins.

Envy.

The prince did not cease, "Her sacrifice was partially for the love of my father. But also-" Taehyung looked severely around the room, his voice tight, "Because of the curse."

What. Is. He. Doing?

Jimin gripped onto the seat so tightly, his bones protruded. His hands the color of ivory. Wood cracking and groaning against the tightest of his grip as he wished to launch himself across the table.

As the fool divulged all of the royal family secrets. His wish to break the curse of the Immortui. Aera started crying when she heard that. Blubbering something about hating drinking blood. Jimin recoiled, wondering when they all had started to become ashamed of their superior nature. Taehyung spoke of how it was the Queen who plotted against the crown. How everyone else had fallen in line behind her.

Jimin realized he knew less than he thought.

And that Solis was a fucking liar. God or not. And that the prince knew far more than he had ever let on.

Taehyung wished to break the curse of the Immortui and relinquish their inability to walk the day. Something the prince had never divulged to Jimin in all their years of friendship.

What is happening?

"There are four involved in the curse that we know of. Two perpetrators among us. And we believe them to be either of the Queen's direct bloodline or to be hiding their Dimidium abilities. We need all of you to be aware so that we can work together and stop them. If they break the curse, night will continue forever without end. This would be a delight to the rest of the court, without memories and history as old as our forebears. But you all know that damnation is not what I wish to enact. What any of us wish to. And we wish to continue the goals of both the King and Sorina, who vowed to break the curse without sacrifice."

I am a Dimidium.

The prince is lying. He has to be. About something.

His hands tingled with numbness. With confusion. With fragmented pieces wishing to fit together, but they could not.

I need to speak with Solis.

Every breath is a struggle. Every word is a thorn plucked from the stem of his body.

Jimin waits for the prince to order his arrest. He swallowed large amounts of air, hoping to calm the heave of his chest. Keeping curious eye contact, feigning shock in places where it was necessary.

Taehyung leaned forward, his hands placed on the table, "I am a direct descendant of the Queen." His head turns, the eyes of a raven. He was less worried, as he was not blood related to the Queen. Jimin only freely breathed when they pass over him, and land on someone else, "Noble Jeon is a direct descendent through his mother, Lady Bianca."

Bless the deities.

Jimin let out a breath, reaching for his knife and quickly standing up. Watching every other noble around the table do the same. Except Yoongi, who kept his stare down at the table.

"It is not him!" Setareh screamed, making the room flood with chaos. The usually quiet girl's voice screeched out, her round face lined with tears, "He would never betray you. Please! Please-" She is inconsolable as Aera stands up to pull her away from Jeongguk.

Such a scene.

A perfect distraction.

The Queen and King look to them impassively, Leila's face hardened as she addressed her sister, "We are going to do a formal interrogation, that is all. This is not a witch hunt. Rumors and conspiracies will not be rewarded. But his bloodline is undeniable Setareh, you must stand down or also be put on trial."

Jin moved forth to help the black haired woman. Hoseok stepped in to place a single hand on Jeongguk's shoulder as they went to follow orders.

Namjoon turned to Lily, his eyes widened. Jimin's twin sister started to fall back to her seat, her eyes twitching like they wanted to meet his. Out of fear.

Don't look at me you nitwit.

He needed to leave. He needed to get far from this room and prying eyes, and not return until he squeezed every bit of information as he could out of the bodiless deity.

Jimin got up from his seat, walking over to the prince. The king. The raven haired man looked at him with warning, but their quick professionalism won above all other worries, "Should I prepare a cell for Noble Jeon?"

The prince nodded, before turning around the address the rest of the room.

Setareh screamed, hearing what the advisor said. Her red, wet face turned to Leila, her voice cracking, "I will never forgive you."

"You must." Leila pleaded.

It was the last thing Jimin heard, the gentle tug of her voice before he left.

Down below the earth, and into the dungeons.

Even as his mind clouded, the darkness consuming him at every corner. Even as his head pounded with every drop of his feet onto stone steps. His vision wobbled, his hands grasping at the clammy walls of the hallway until he reached the seventh circle.

Jimin fell to his knees, praying, hoping for light. Only shadow erupted from him, darkening the already damp and cavelike space. A cold sweat broke out onto his neck, his anger, his wrath spreading like fire.

"Solis! Answer to me. Answer to me now!" The man screamed out, his face falling back to the ceiling.

There were no stars. No light. Only the dark and cold.

Another scream retched out of him. Pulling forth more shadow from his hands, his fallen knees. The center of his chest which darkened the center of his light uniform.

"Nightfall."

Now you come?

The rasping, many voices remarked. Nails running over stone. A thousand rocks falling off a cliff. Breathing down his back and holding him still. They encompassed him, and he relaxed only slightly. His upper jaw felt tense at the pitched whining of its tone. At least he was not alone in the darkness, though his companion was on thin ice.

Jimin no longer held onto propriety. He felt his hair fall forward, hair that was muddy and insolent.

He gazed up at nothing, hoping he stared down the deity, "The first night you arrived, you told me of my claim to power. You then told me that I deserved the crown, and the daughter of the moon. Did you lie to me?"

"What makes you think I lied?" The deity lowered its tone in a disturbing way. A childlike quality slipping through.

A wave of nausea rushed over the man. He knew this well. Omission was still a lie.

And that meant the deity was watching the little debacle that happened in the courtroom. And knew it was Jimin who was supposed to be caught. There was no need to delve into specifics.

The hair on the back of his neck pricked, as he swore the deity began to laugh.

"Tell me why. Why am I the one to rule? Why am I the one to bring out the sun? Why am I the one to have Leila?"

Shouldn't it be Taehyung?

Shouldn't it be the man who possessed the sun?

It is always him.

Jimin gritted his teeth, his anger only solidifying in the silence. Had this deity promised falsehood? An end that would be bitter and without its gild? Was Jeongguk apart of the curse and Jimin had been someone to toy with in the meantime.

The deity hissed. A reprimand. They wanted the advisor to figure it out himself.

"I've told you already nightfall. Yet you see with your ears and hear with your eyes."

"Enough of this." Jimin seethed out, falling forward. His entire body was now covered in sweat.

"You're a part of the curse. A single pane a glass window of multiple." The deity confirmed.

Jimin let out a breath of relief. At least his contribution hasn't been a lie. It shamed him to know that it made him important. Though it was short lived. Now there was a witch hunt for him. And Leila and Taehyung might soon discover they caught the wrong one.

"I need to know more. You're hiding something."

His part to play in the curse. The deity knew it. Hid specific knowledge for whatever reason.

Solis truly laughed this time. Jimin swallowed hard to keep the blood down in his throat. The darkness seemed to expand.

"What day were you born child?"

His birth. The same day as Lily's.

"A year and a day after the black sun." Jimin recited what had been told to him his entire life. What had never been denied by the deity.

"You're wrong." The deity moved closer to Jimin's face, to his parted lips, "And now you must know everything nightfall."

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(A/N: it's so funny ever since that version of Princess Diana by Ice Spice came out featuring Nicki Minaj I imagine Nicki's rap EVERY SINGLE TIME I'm writing in Jimin's pov. It's just so villain Jimin coded 😏

I Hope we can see in this chapter he's almost in a dissociative state. Or something like it. I think you guys maybe expected more emotion from him but trust me....
Just trust me.

Either way I love his chapters he's either super funny or super dark/dramatic. No inbetween

Okay oversharing rant time but I have to do it out of stresses sake. And please be as honest as possible, I don't need to be told I'm great if I'm not being great 😄

Wattpad is making me insane. Like I can't even mute ppl now without people making burner accounts, or complaining in other book comment sections that I "wrongly" muted them for "no reason"

You guys can see here I am normal. I don't overreact. I like your guys suggestions. That is NOT what is happening in Silk Sheets, and hasn't been happening since the book got popular. I know everyone loves it but honestly I'm not even proud of it anymore.

I like the fact it has helped bring some awareness to abuse. But at this point is it just exacerbating peoples hatred towards other women? Like the people who don't even comment the rude stuff and just silently think she's a slût.

Also like if I can't mute people, where the hell is my peace? Real authors can block ppl on social media. Real authors can ignore good reads. I try to avoid the comments of silk sheets, but I see bitch, slut, whore, whoring around, why won't she just leave alllllll day when I open the app.