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Jimin leaned his head against the edge of the doorframe after Jungkook left, his heart racing and his thoughts spiraling. His hand rested on the spot where Jungkook's had briefly lingered on the table. The warmth, faint but undeniable, sent a shiver down his spine.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Jimin muttered, his voice barely audible. He pushed off the doorframe, pacing the room as though movement could shake off the weight of his thoughts. But it didn't work. The image of Jungkook's intense gaze, his cold voice laced with power, refused to leave his mind.

"I think I'm about to fuck my life," Jimin admitted aloud, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and something softer—something dangerous.

He stopped pacing and stared at his reflection in the window. The confident, icy and dangerous right hand of the Jeon empire stared back at him, but behind the sharp features and steady gaze, Jimin could see the cracks forming.

This wasn't just a crush. He knew that now.

It wasn't the kind of fleeting admiration that could be ignored or brushed aside. No, this was something deeper, heavier, something Jimin couldn't control. And that terrified him.

Jimin closed his eyes, his mind replaying the moments he'd shared with Jungkook—the quiet acts of consideration, the way he had taken Jimin's side against Taehyung, the unspoken gesture of handing him his suit when Jimin was at his most vulnerable. And then there was the punishment: simple, measured, almost kind, in contrast to the brutal man Jimin had come to know over the years.

And now, today. That brief moment of eye contact, the flicker of something unspoken between them.

This crush, Jimin thought, wasn't just going to complicate things. It was going to crush him, drowning him in an ocean of feelings he wasn't prepared to navigate.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "This is going to end me," he whispered, his voice tinged with resignation. But even as the thought settled in his mind, Jimin felt the faintest flicker of something else—hope, or maybe just the thrill of standing on the edge of something he couldn't quite define.

And he wasn't sure he wanted to step back.

The day had unfolded like any other in the cold, calculated world of the Jeon empire, but the tension between Jeon Jungkook and Jeon Jimin had begun simmering, threatening to boil over.

Jimin stood near the edge of the grand balcony, his gaze fixed on the horizon, but his mind was elsewhere. He had been sneaking glances at Jungkook throughout the day, his thoughts betraying him once again. Those piercing doe eyes—sharp, cold, yet somehow endlessly deep—had always held a power Jimin couldn't understand.

Now, as Jungkook stepped onto the balcony, his presence commanding the space effortlessly, Jimin found himself unable to look away. His gaze locked onto Jungkook's, and for a fleeting moment, the rest of the world disappeared.

"Are you done?" Jungkook's cold voice snapped through Jimin's trance, pulling him back to reality.

Jimin blinked, momentarily disoriented. "Done with what?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with impatience. "Staring. You've been looking at me like that for the past five minutes. It's unnerving."

A slow smirk tugged at Jimin's lips as he leaned casually against the railing. "What kind of husband are you, Your Majesty?"

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, but Jimin continued, undeterred. "You won't even let me swim in the depths of those beautiful eyes."

The air between them froze. Jungkook blinked, his composure cracking ever so slightly. "What the hell did you just say?"

Jimin shrugged, his smirk widening. "Just an observation. You know, most people would kill for a gaze like yours. But here you are, hoarding it like some priceless artifact."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. "Is this some kind of joke to you?"

"Maybe," Jimin said, his tone teasing but his eyes serious. "Or maybe it's just the truth."

Jungkook took a step closer, his presence overwhelming, the glint in his eyes darkening. "You've forgotten your place, Jimin."

"Oh, I know my place," Jimin countered, his voice lowering but no less confident. "Right here, in the shadows of the emperor. But even shadows need light, don't they?"

The words hit a nerve. Jungkook's control snapped like a taut string finally breaking. In a flash, his hand was around Jimin's throat, slamming him against the cold stone of the balcony. The force of the action left Jimin momentarily stunned, but he didn't struggle.

Instead, he smiled.

It wasn't a kind smile—it was sharp, dangerous, and laced with a hint of something that looked like hurt.

"At least you touched me in the end," Jimin said softly, his voice rasping from the pressure on his throat.

Jungkook's grip faltered, his eyes widening slightly as Jimin's words sunk in. For a moment, neither of them moved, the tension crackling like electricity in the air.

"What the fuck did you say?" Jungkook asked, his voice dangerously low.

"You heard me," Jimin replied, his smile fading but the defiance in his eyes unwavering. "All these years, you've kept me at arm's length. Always watching, always controlling, but never really touching. So go ahead, choke me if it makes you feel better. At least now I know you're capable of it."

Jungkook's grip loosened further, his hand trembling slightly as he released Jimin and stepped back. His expression was a storm of conflicting emotions—anger, confusion, and something deeper he couldn't name.

Jimin coughed lightly, rubbing his throat but keeping his gaze locked on Jungkook. "What's the matter, Your Majesty? Didn't think I'd call you out?"

Jungkook turned away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You're testing my patience, Jimin."

"And you're testing my limits," Jimin shot back, his voice soft but sharp.

For a moment, neither spoke. The silence between them was heavy, charged with unspoken words and emotions neither of them could fully understand.

"Don't push me," Jungkook said finally, his voice cold but quieter now. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

Jimin's gaze softened ever so slightly as he watched Jungkook retreat into the shadows of his own mind. "Maybe I don't. But I think you don't, either."

With that, Jimin turned and walked away, leaving Jungkook alone on the balcony, staring out at the horizon as the sun dipped below it, casting everything in shades of crimson and gold.

For the first time in a long time, Jeon Jungkook felt something he couldn't quite name. And it absolutely terrified him.

***

The Jeon Villa was steeped in an eerie quiet, the kind that settled only after the echoes of an argument had finally died down. Jimin stood at the far end of the room, his back to Jeon Jungkook, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Jungkook, as cold and unyielding as ever, leaned casually against the edge of his desk, his piercing gaze locked on Jimin like a predator sizing up its prey.

"I've told you before, Jimin," Jungkook said, his voice low and measured, laced with a chilling finality. "This marriage means nothing beyond its purpose. It's a convenience. A requirement. Nothing more."

Jimin turned slowly, his jaw tight, his dark eyes burning with barely contained fury. "A convenience?" he repeated, his tone heavy with disbelief. "You don't think I know that by now? But do you really have to keep driving it in, over and over again? What is it, master? Do you enjoy watching me bleed?"

Jungkook's expression didn't change, his face a mask of cold indifference. "I'm making sure you don't get any ideas. This marriage isn't about love, and it never will be. I've seen what love does. It's destructive. Weakening. I'll never go down that path again and regarding you..... I never gave you any hope so I'm not subjectable for your bleeding and neither I want you to bleed Jimin."

"Love didn't destroy you, 'master," Jimin snapped, taking a step closer. "It was wrong choice. And maybe it wasn't love that was the problem—maybe it was the person you gave it to."

Jungkook's jaw twitched, the only visible crack in his stoic demeanor. "You're treading on dangerous ground, Jimin end it here itself."

"I don't care!" Jimin shouted, his voice rising as he closed the distance between them. "You think you're the only one who's been hurt? You think you're the only one who's suffered? Do you even realize what you've done to me?"

Jungkook's gaze hardened, but he didn't interrupt.

"You've trapped me in a marriage where I'm nothing but a title," Jimin continued, his voice trembling with anger. "You've stripped me of my relationship with you, my choices. And now you stand there and tell me I'll never be more than your shadow? Your right hand? Do you think that's all I want?"

Jungkook straightened, his presence looming as he took a step forward, his tone dropping dangerously low. "That's all you'll ever be, Jimin. My right hand. My shadow. You won't carry the crown of my empress on your head because that crown doesn't exist. It never will."

Jimin's eyes burned with tears he refused to let fall, his anger bubbling over as he snapped, "I don't need to carry your meaningless crown !"

The words hung in the air, thick and charged, as Jimin stepped even closer, his voice trembling but fierce. "What I need is to mend Jeon Jungkook's shattered heart and carry it in my own chest."

Jungkook froze.

For the first time, the unshakable emperor, the Lucifer of the underworld, looked genuinely stunned. His dark eyes widened ever so slightly, his composure slipping in the face of Jimin's raw honesty.

Jimin held his gaze, his chest heaving as he struggled to control the storm inside him. "You're so busy running from love, you don't even see what it's done to you. It's made you a shell. But you're wrong if you think I'm going to stand here and let you destroy what's left of yourself."

Jungkook's fists clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowing as he tried to regain control of the situation—and of himself. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Jimin countered, his voice softening but losing none of its intensity. "I know enough to see the cracks in your armor. You can hide behind your throne, your empire, your rules. But you can't hide from me, Master."

Jungkook looked away, his gaze dropping for a brief moment before snapping back to Jimin's, his tone colder than ice. "You're delusional."

"Maybe I am," Jimin said quietly, a faint, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. "But at least I'm willing to take the risk. Can you say the same?"

Jungkook didn't respond.

The silence between them was deafening, the tension thick enough to choke on.

Jimin took a step back, his voice breaking slightly as he added, "You might be able to keep everyone else at a distance, but not me. I'm your shadow, remember? And shadows don't disappear—not even in the darkest corners of your heart."

With that, Jimin turned and walked away, leaving Jungkook standing alone in the center of the room, his mind reeling and his heart—long thought to be dead—aching with an unfamiliar, unwelcome weight.

✨ A REVEALED TRUTH: YEJI'S CONFESSION ✨

The Jeon Villa was eerily quiet as Jimin walked down the dimly lit corridors, his footsteps soft against the polished marble floors. His thoughts were a tangled mess, a storm brewing within him ever since he had first noticed the walls Jungkook had built around himself. Every interaction with the emperor left Jimin with more questions than answers. And now, the only person who might hold some of those answers was Yeji.

The idea wasn't easy to stomach. Yeji, with her sharp tongue and icy demeanor, wasn't the kind of person Jimin would normally approach for comfort or clarity. But she had always been observant, perhaps even a little too much, and she had witnessed far more than anyone else in the Jeon family. If anyone could shed light on Jungkook's hatred for love and his coldness, it was her.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin knocked lightly on the door to Yeji's bedroom.

"Come in," came her crisp voice from the other side.

Jimin opened the door to find Yeji seated at her desk, her manicured fingers flipping through a leather-bound journal. Her sharp eyes flicked up to meet his, her expression unreadable as always.

"What brings you here, Jeon Jimin?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of sarcasm.

Jimin closed the door behind him, trying to steady his racing thoughts. "I need to ask you something. Something personal."

Yeji arched an eyebrow, setting the journal aside. "Personal? Coming from you, that's unexpected. Sit."

Jimin hesitated but eventually took the seat across from her. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to begin. The weight of his question felt almost too heavy to voice.

"What was the matter between his majesty and Namjoon?" Jimin finally asked, his voice steady but low. "Why does he hate the word love? Why does he despise emotions and feelings so much?"

Yeji's smirk faltered, her sharp eyes narrowing as she studied him carefully. "That's a loaded question," she said after a moment, leaning back in her chair. "But I suppose you wouldn't be here unless you truly wanted the truth."

"I do," Jimin said firmly.

Yeji let out a soft sigh, her gaze drifting to the window as if searching for the right words. "If you think, Jeon Jimin, that what his majesty felt for Namjoon was some childish infatuation or a fleeting first love, then you're sorely mistaken. What he felt... it was far deeper than that. It consumed him."

"It was an unrequited incomplete first love and failed first love, are known to fuck people like anything, that's exactly what has happened." 

Jimin's brows furrowed, but he remained silent, urging her to continue.

"They're both my brothers," Yeji went on, her voice quieter now. "And though his majesty is my stepbrother, I saw him grow up. I saw him take on responsibilities no child should ever bear. While most kids his age were playing, he was ruling. His maturity, his insight... it was unparalleled. That's why our grandfather handed him the throne at just 13 years old."

"Thirteen?" Jimin asked, unable to hide his surprise.

"Yes," Yeji said with a faint nod. "He was guided

Yeji continued, her tone carrying a rare mix of pride and sorrow. "Our grandfather groomed him for years, teaching him everything about the Jeon empire, about power, control, and strategy. By the time he turned 18, Jeon Jungkook was no longer just a young man—he was a ruler. A man who understood the weight of words, actions, and, most of all, feelings. But that came with the price, he lost the only person he loved, the little child lost his mother at the very young age, father well he was a bastard to him but a very caring dad for me and Namjoon. His majesty has suffered pounds of pain and suffering that you can't even comprehend in just one day, Jimin."

"So, when it came to Namjoon..." Yeji paused, her gaze softening for the first time. "It wasn't just love, Jimin. It was devotion. His majesty loved Namjoon with every fiber of his being. He didn't see him as a partner; he saw him as his equal, his prince, the jewel of his heart. Namjoon wasn't just someone to him—he was everything."

Jimin felt his breath hitch at her words. It was hard to reconcile the image of the cold, ruthless emperor he knew with the vulnerable, love-struck man Yeji was describing.

"But then... what happened?" Jimin pressed gently, his voice tinged with curiosity and sadness. "If his majesty loved Namjoon so much, why did it all fall apart? Why does he hate love now?"

Yeji's lips thinned, her hands clasping together as she leaned forward. "It was never supposed to be real, Jimin. That's the cruel irony. Our mother—Minhae—had orchestrated the entire relationship. She wanted Namjoon to become close to Jungkook, to tie our family's power to the Jeon empire even more tightly. She thought it was a brilliant plan. You know kind of fake love ?"

Jimin's jaw clenched as a sinking feeling settled in his chest. "So... Namjoon was manipulated into it?"

Yeji nodded. "At first, yes. Namjoon went along with it because it was expected of him. But His majesty... he wasn't just following some scheme. He loved Namjoon sincerely, purely. His majesty treated Namjoon like a king. He dreamed of a future with him, a life where they would rule together—not as a political ploy, but as partners and children."

"Then why?" Jimin asked, his voice cracking slightly. "If his majesty was so devoted, why did Namjoon leave him? Why did he choose Seokjin?"

Yeji sighed heavily, her gaze dropping to her hands. "Namjoon couldn't bear the weight of his love. Namjoon felt trapped, suffocated by the sincerity and depth of it. And... he fell in love with someone else. Seokjin. Because deep down he knew from the starting it was all an act, Namjoon knew he was faking it and playing with his majesty's feelings"

Jimin's heart sank. "He betrayed him..."

Yeji shook her head. "Not intentionally. Namjoon couldn't lie to his majesty anymore. But yes he betrayed. When he fell for Seokjin, he decided to come clean. He thought his majesty deserved the truth, no matter how painful it was."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him. "What happened when Namjoon told him?"

Yeji's eyes darkened. "It was the first and only time I've ever seen his majesty cry. He was... shattered, Jimin. Devastated. For someone like Jeon Jungkook, who had never let anyone get close to him, who had given his heart so completely to Namjoon... it destroyed him. He didn't just lose a lover that night. He lost his belief in love, in trust, in everything he thought was real."

Jimin felt a lump form in his throat. The image of Jungkook, the man who exuded power and invincibility, breaking down was almost too much to bear. "Jimin it was like life time haunting trauma for his majesty, he was like a dead body. He never recover love, warmth and affection from anyone yet he gave it all to Namjoon only to be used for what his power and position?"

"And after that?" Jimin asked softly.

Yeji's voice was somber. "After that night, he changed. The next day, he was ambushed by enemies—probably tipped off by someone in the family. He survived, of course. But it was the start of his transformation into the man you know now. Cold. Ruthless. Unforgiving. Love became a weakness in his eyes, something he vowed never to feel again. That word burns his skin, I saw the way his inner self burns at the mention of love. May be that is why he has never made you his empress, as that has stuck to him like a deadly phobia."

Jimin stared at the desk, his mind racing. The pieces were finally falling into place. Jungkook's hatred for love, his coldness, his refusal to let anyone in—it all stemmed from that betrayal, from a heartbreak so profound it had changed him forever. The broth of their marriage based just to complete the heir thing it explains all the way he said those words to Jimin for their wedding.

Yeji's voice softened as she added, "You may think his majesty despises love, Jimin, but it's because he knows what it feels like to give everything to someone and have it thrown back in his face and crumbled. It's easier for him to shut it out entirely than to risk being hurt like that again. It was horrible for him you may think what's new in this era, people overcome by heartbreaks but Jimin imagine a person who never got love all his life but when understood the meaning of that word, gave it with so much of sincerity to a person. He was always alone all his life and now he prefer it the same way."

Jimin swallowed hard, his chest tightening. "So... he truly loved.... more like devoted to Namjoon."

Yeji nodded. "He did. With everything he had. That's why he despises love now—it's not because he doesn't believe in it. It's because he knows its power. And he'll never allow himself to be vulnerable to it again. Though I'm amused he hasn't unleashed hell on you for this matter, which explains that he respects you a lot."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the truth settling over them like a storm cloud.

"Thank you," Jimin finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "For telling me."

Yeji studied him for a moment before leaning back in her chair. "Just be careful, Jimin. His majesty doesn't give second chances. Don't let yourself fall into something you can't escape and...... let me show you so you understand the depth of the love his majesty had. you need to know before going near to that fire of his majesty, which can burn you into ashes Jimin.

Jimin nodded, as he waited when yeji opened her phone screen to witness few very loving and unexpected pics. He couldn't even imagine Jungkook without glare fury or sadist or malice on his face. But there what he was seeing a love sick man truly happy to have the love of his life. That's what jeon jungkook looked like in these photos.

"This was taken when his majesty ascended the throne of Europe. It was just six months before you joining the Mafia empire Jimin."

"This was of the huge ball night which happens for the underworld every year. The mafia clans from all over the world awaits this occasion and from last seven years it is under his majesty's supermacy."

"I don't remember when this was taken but look at the protective way his majesty was towards Namjoon oppa that hand on his shoulder and the smile on his majesty's face."

Jimin gulped he didn't knew it was this deep.

Each photo left Jimin in shock and pain for Jeon Jungkook, what this man has gone through he can't even dare to imagine.

It was the same ruthless monstrous devil what people are afraid of the same man smiling so heart fully and innocently loved someone with sincerity.

"Next photo might shock you they were in the first year of their university, see the heart they made."

" I can't believe what I'm seeing honestly."

"It was Namjoon oppa's birthday and look at that love filled gaze. He was head over heels for Namjoon oppa.
At one point he would even give his life if asked for Namjoon, that was the love his majesty had for him."

Seeing the last photo Jimin's heart twisted and clenched. This is the most beautiful and contagious smile he had ever seen in his entire life. And the next thing he noticed flipped his heart and stomach at the same time. Namjoon was on his master's lap.

What if I could be the one to mend that shattered heart? And leave that question one thing for sure I don't think he will ever accept me as his husband or would love me after seeing these pictures the evidence of his love for that man. Jimin thought internally with pain and something he couldn't word it. But he braced to ask one more question.

"And one more thing, why is still the tension between his majesty and Namjoon. I feel like Namjoon kind of hates his majesty now, it's weird...... the man loved Namjoon so much then why is it like that?"

Yeji exhaled deeply, her gaze flickering with an emotion Jimin couldn't quite place. "That's a complicated question, Jimin. And to be honest, it's not just one thing—it's a mess of emotions, misunderstandings, and choices made on both sides."

Jimin furrowed his brows. "But Namjoon was the one who betrayed his majesty's love, wasn't he? If anything, it should be the emperor who resents Namjoon, not the other way around."

Yeji nodded, but her expression was somber. "That's true, but Namjoon... Namjoon has his own perspective. You see, in Namjoon's eyes, it's not as simple as betrayal. He didn't fall out of love with Jungkook out of malice or cruelty. He fell for someone else—Seokjin—because that was where his heart led him. For Namjoon, it was about being honest, about not living a lie. He thought telling the truth would be better than pretending."

"Then why does he seem so... angry at his majesty now?" Jimin pressed. "Why hasn't time healed things between them?"

Yeji hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Because his majesty didn't take Namjoon's truth lightly. For someone like his majesty, who loved with his entire being, Namjoon's confession wasn't just a rejection—it was a betrayal of the life they had planned together. When Namjoon told him the truth, he wasn't just walking away from a relationship; he was walking away from a future Jungkook had built in his heart, piece by piece. And Jeon Jungkook... he didn't handle it well."

Jimin's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Yeji's lips pressed into a thin line. "His majesty didn't lash out at Namjoon directly. He didn't threaten him or Seokjin. But he made it very clear that Namjoon's decision meant cutting all ties with him—not just romantically, but in every way. He was cold, distant, and unforgiving. And that hurt Namjoon deeply."

"So Namjoon resents him for how he handled it?" Jimin asked, starting to piece things together.

"Partly," Yeji admitted. "But it's more than that. Namjoon hates the way His majesty had became after their fallout. He hates that the man who once treated him like a king now treats everyone else with ice-cold disdain. He feels guilty, Jimin. Guilty for breaking Jeon Jungkook's heart, for pushing him into becoming this ruthless, emotionless emperor. And that guilt has festered into resentment because Namjoon doesn't know how to make amends—or if it's even possible."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, absorbing her words. "So, Namjoon doesn't hate his majesty—he hates what his majesty became because of him."

"Exactly," Yeji said, her voice soft. "Namjoon loved Jeon Jungkook in his own way, even if it wasn't romantic it was surely brotherly love from his side atleast. Seeing him now—the way he's hardened, the way he shuts everyone out—it's like watching a beautiful piece of art being shattered and knowing you were the one who dropped it."

Jimin looked away, his thoughts racing. He thought about Jungkook's cold demeanor, his relentless need for control, and the pain he kept buried beneath layers of icy indifference. He thought about Namjoon's quiet resentment, the way he seemed to carry a burden he couldn't shake.

"And what about his majesty?" Jimin asked after a long pause. "Does he... still feel anything for Namjoon?"

Yeji's gaze turned distant. "I don't think his majesty loves Namjoon anymore. Not the way he once did. But I do think he still feels the weight of what they had. The hurt, the betrayal, the loss—it's all still there, buried deep. And because of that, he'll never truly forgive Namjoon. Not because he hates him, but because forgiving him would mean acknowledging that he once allowed himself to be vulnerable, and that's something Jeon Jungkook refuses to do now."

Jimin swallowed hard, his chest heavy with a mix of emotions. "It's all so... tragic," he murmured.

"It is," Yeji agreed. "But that's the price of love, Jimin. It can either build you up or tear you apart. And for his majesty, it was the latter. And also the horror of being in love and loving someone that's what angers and pains him the most."

Jimin nodded slowly, his thoughts clouded with everything he had just learned. As he stood to leave, Yeji called out to him, her voice firm but kind.

"Be careful, Jimin," she said. "You've already seen what love can do to him. Don't make the same mistake Namjoon did."

Jimin paused, turning to look at her. "I won't," he said quietly, though he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince—Yeji or himself.

Jimin's mind wandered back nine years, to the first time he met Jeon Jungkook. The memory was seared into his brain, a moment that had defined their lives ever since. He sat alone in his quarters, the soft hum of the night broken only by the distant sound of crickets. The weight of Yeji's words about Jungkook's shattered heart bore down on him like an anchor, pulling him deeper into the sea of his thoughts.

The First Encounter

Jimin vividly remembered that rainy night in the alleyway of Naples, where he had stumbled upon a broken Jungkook. The man wasn't the fearsome emperor of the underworld then—not to Jimin. He was just a young boy, barely out of his teenage years, staggering through the rain, bloodied and broken. His sharp suit was torn, the dark fabric soaked through with rain and blood, and his face, though eerily beautiful even then, was a canvas of pain and despair.

Jungkook had collapsed in front of him, his trembling body crumpling to the cold ground. His eyes, those deep, haunting eyes, were devoid of life. Jimin remembered crouching beside him, his hands trembling as he tried to assess the wounds.

"Don't... bother," Jungkook had rasped, his voice a ghost of what it must have been. "Just... leave me here."

But Jimin had refused. Something in him, some unshakable instinct, told him he couldn't let this man die—not like this. He didn't know then that he was saving the future emperor of the underworld. All he saw was a boy who had lost everything, a boy who didn't want to live anymore.

He had dragged Jungkook back to his tiny, rundown apartment, cleaning and stitching his wounds with the limited supplies he had. Every wince, every hiss of pain Jungkook let out, had cut through Jimin like a blade. And though Jungkook had tried to resist, telling him over and over to leave him alone, Jimin had persisted.

"Why won't you just let me die?" Jungkook had asked, his voice hollow.

Jimin had paused then, his hands hovering over a particularly deep gash on Jungkook's side. "Because even if you don't want your life, it's still worth saving," he had replied softly.

The silence that followed had been heavy, filled with unspoken pain.

The Present

Now, years later, Jimin couldn't stop the ache in his chest as he thought about that moment. Back then, he hadn't known the depth of Jungkook's suffering—the betrayal, the heartbreak, the loss of everything he held dear. He had only seen the raw pain etched into every line of Jungkook's face, the silent plea for release that the young man hadn't voiced but had screamed in his every action.

"How much pain must you have endured to become the man you are today?" Jimin whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.

He thought about how far Jungkook had come since that night. From a broken boy who had begged for death to the most feared and powerful figure in the underworld—a man who commanded loyalty and fear in equal measure. But at what cost?

The Realization

Jimin's heart ached as he thought about all the moments that had brought them to where they were now. Jungkook, despite his coldness, had never once disrespected him. He had given Jimin his own suit when he was in need, taken a stand against Taehyung when he tried to humiliate him, and even bathed Jimin in the blood of those who dared to disrespect him—a message to the world that Jimin, despite their transactional marriage, held an untouchable position beside the emperor.

And then there was the punishment. Jimin chuckled bitterly at the memory of Jungkook taking away his black card for a month. That had been his "punishment" for yelling at the emperor, for insulting him. It was so different from the brutal vengeance Jungkook usually unleashed on those who crossed him.

And most recently, Jungkook's decision to personally hand him his own suit when he was stranded, naked and humiliated in Dubai, still played on a loop in Jimin's mind.

Jimin clenched his fists, the weight of his emotions almost too much to bear. "You've done so much for me, even when I didn't deserve it," he murmured.

But what haunted him most was the knowledge that Jungkook had once been so deeply in love, only to have his heart shattered. And now, he seemed incapable of letting anyone in, of allowing himself to feel anything but the cold efficiency required to rule his empire.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry no one was there for you the way you've been there for me."

For the first time in years, Park Jimin felt a tear slide down his cheek. He brushed it away quickly, but the heaviness in his chest remained. "You took me when I had lost my everything, gave me your shelter when I was an orphan. You were my saviour yet even today you are."

Jimin clutch his hairs in anger, despair, frustration and agony all taking him over together. "I'm feeling pathetic just by hearing about that betrayal and my husband, the person I was so close with had to go through all of that ? How he must he felt all these years ? How does he mask it so well ? Do he still miss the warmth of parents ? Atleast I was able to be with both of them until that indcident but his parents ?"

Jimin's eyes widen in horror as he realises that why did jungkook running the lights that night it was not becuase he was disgusted of Jimin but becuase if he saw himself having sex again, Jungkook would have nearly died again that night. Jungkook was haunted if touching and being touched by someone after Namjoon and het he was forced to produce a heir ?

"How did he even made himself to have sex with me ? Was he getting all the flashes of his previous intimacies while he was forced to have sex with me ? To be honest this is equally or more worse than rape. Willingly burning in the fire in which you burned once, it need to have lot of pain enduring capacity.

"Even in that horrible phase of our first night, he actually asked about me if I was ready ? Didn't abused me physically nor verbally when he could have just pounded me to get done with it. Even in that terrifying situation he took the time to prep me.... oh god the man you're Jeon Jungkook. Fuck.. fuck.. fuck Now I realise how considerate you were of me when you yourself was getting burned alive that night." Jimin's eyes were now cascading down with tears staining his whit shirt, the pain was so much that it was slicing his heart as clutched his wedding ring tightly in his grip and kissing the metal band.

Why do someone had to go through that kind of nearly death horrible pain, what was Jungkook's fault ? That he love someone truly with his everything just becuase of that he had to know that everything was a lie, fakeness to the point where a man as scary as Jungkook is not even able to have sex normally with someone for that he needs to off the lights ? not able to like someone again, not able to feel a peace of moment from the continuous emotionally abusive memories he had to go through ? And the worst of all is Jimin clearly judged that Jungkook was horrified of skin contacts any kind of touch bring immense agony and pain to him flashing those memories which ruined him the way he touched lovingly to Namjoon and was touched by that very man, now if someone tries to touch him Jimin understands what Jungkook goes through, Jimin finally recalls in those eyes. When he caught Jungkook from falling the kind of horror and surprise Jungkook's face displayed when he was touched by Jimin near their pond.

And it just doesn't end here, his mother never thought of him left him him alone and again that bastard if a father who only tortured and hurted the poor young motherless boy. Where was there even an ounce of peace, sanity and normalisation in Jungkook's life ? Jimin questions himself as his chest clenches and breath hitches from the continuous crying and Jimin was crying devastatingly for the first time in his life after his parents death. Crying like which reached his chin.

Jimin straightened, his jaw tightening as he made a silent promise to himself, wiping away his tears. If there was even a sliver of a chance to mend the shattered pieces of Jeon Jungkook's heart, he would take it.

"I'll find a way," he vowed quietly. "Even if it's just a small crack in that fortress you've built around yourself, I'll find it. I'll cure I can't even imagine how much you've gone through all alone yet you always made sure I was okay, protected me, took stand for me and I couldn't do anything for you other than just saying mean things to you."

Because Jungkook, for all his coldness and cruelty, was still a tormented and tortured human. And Jimin, despite his own walls, had begun to see the man behind the emperor—the boy he had saved that rainy night in Naples. And perhaps, just perhaps, he could save him again and mend him before it's too late.

"And I'm sorry for pushing you again and again, I'm sorry for hitting you with those words which clenches your soul, I'm sorry for lashing out on you. I'm really sorry master for judging you without knowing your past for thinking that you were selfish, for thinking that you forced me when deep down because of this shitty fucking empire you were forced to do something which burns your very soul in fire."

To be continued...

Now I want to know what you all think about Jungkook.

You all wanted him to regret were too quick to judge him now how tables have turned look you guys are regretting in this story.