The towering canopy of Faggeta del Monte Cimino stretched above as the soft morning light filtered through the dense forest. The forest air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, blending with the faint sound of the Po River that flowed nearby. A convoy of sleek black luxury cars pulled to a stop, their glossy surfaces reflecting the beauty of the surroundings. The Emperor Jeon Jungkook, the most powerful man in the underworld, stepped out with his business team, including Namjoon, as the CEO of Jeon Corporations.

Dressed in an impeccable black suit, Jungkook surveyed the remote area, his sharp eyes scanning the forest's edge. This was prime real estate, an area the Jeon empire had recently acquired to launch an ambitious new project. However, the serenity of the place felt deceptive, like the calm before a storm.

"His Majesty, the land registration documents have discrepancies," Namjoon said, holding out a stack of papers. His voice was calm but carried an edge of worry.

Jungkook frowned as he took the documents, his mind already calculating solutions. "We'll handle it. If anyone tries to create obstacles, remind them who owns this land now." His tone was cold and commanding, leaving no room for negotiation.

As they walked deeper into the forest, discussing logistics, Jungkook's personal secretary from the East—a man named Choi Minhyuk—trailed close behind. His expression was unusually tense, sweat glistening on his brow despite the cool air. Jungkook noticed but dismissed it, chalking it up to nerves.

The group gathered near a table set up in the clearing area of the forest. Maps and plans were spread across its surface, and Jungkook leaned over, pointing out specific areas of interest. "We'll need to ensure security on this side. It's too exposed to potential threats," he said, his tone decisive.

Suddenly, an unnatural stillness settled over the clearing, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.
Jungkook was mid-sentence when it happened. A sharp pain stabbed into his neck.

His hand shot up instinctively to the source, and his eyes widened as he saw Choi Minhyuk holding an empty syringe. The secretary's face was a mask of fear and desperation.

"You fucking—" Jungkook's voice was cut off as his vision blurred.

Before anyone could react, a gunshot echoed through the forest, and Minhyuk collapsed, blood pooling around his lifeless body. Namjoon had pulled the trigger, his instincts taking over. The man who injected the Emperor was shot dead on the ground.

"His majesty !" Namjoon shouted, rushing to Jungkook's side.

Jungkook staggered, his hand clutching his neck. The poison was already coursing through his veins, spreading like wildfire. His guards sprang into action as chaos erupted around them. Gunfire shattered the tranquility, and men in black masks emerged from the trees—Torricelli's men. The clan who dared to challenge the supreme Jeon Empire.

Bullets flew in every direction. Jungkook pulled his gun, his movements slower than usual as the poison took its toll. He managed to shoot few assailants in the chest, but the effort made him stagger.

"Namjoon, cover me!" Jungkook growled, his voice strained.

Namjoon hesitated, his hands trembling. The sight of the relentless gunfire and bloodshed seemed to paralyze him.

Jungkook ducked behind a fallen tree for cover, his breathing ragged. He knew the situation was dire. The poison was sapping his strength, and without immediate medical attention, his time was running out.

Despite the chaos, Jungkook reached for his emergency communication device which connects him with his shadow. With shaky fingers, he activated it and sent a distress signal to Jimin, who was miles away on a separate mission.

"Jimin... I've been poisoned," Jungkook rasped into the device, his vision swimming. "Get here... fast."

Before he could say more, a powerful force struck him. One of the attackers had rammed into him, sending him hurtling backward. Jungkook's body crashed against the edge of a steep cliff, and the ground crumbled beneath his feet. And before Jungkook could realise he had been pushed so far as he fell down.

He fell, his fingers grasping wildly until they caught a tree branch jutting out from the cliffside. The world spun around him, and he could feel the poison dulling his grip. His entire body screamed in protest as he held on for dear life.

"Namjoon!" Jungkook shouted, his voice hoarse. " Don't fucking stand there do something !"

Namjoon stood frozen at the top of the cliff. The gunfire and screams around him seemed to fade as he looked down at Jungkook, who was dangling precariously over the abyss, on the mere branch of a tree.

"What the fuck !" Jungkook's voice was desperate now, a rare crack in his otherwise impenetrable demeanor. "Pull me up!"

Namjoon's eyes darted between the Emperor and the chaos around them. The sight of blood and bodies was overwhelming, and fear clouded his judgment. Instead of moving toward Jungkook, he took a step back.

Jungkook's expression shifted from desperation to disbelief. "Namjoon... don't you dare."

But Namjoon turned and ran, disappearing into the trees. Because any one could analyze in order to pull up the emperor one need to put their own life at stake because the chances are very high that the person who is pulling won't be able to pull up from such a height but instead would fall down, meeting a terrible death.

Jungkook's heart pounded, not from fear of falling but from the sting of betrayal. The man he had once loved most had abandoned him in his moment of need again. Had betrayed him again, how pathetic he the Emperor of the underworld was betrayed again by the very same person whom he loved with everything left him again, betrayed him again, left him again when he was nearly dying just like he did nine years ago with Jungkook.

Jungkook's grip faltered, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. His strength was fading fast, and the poison made every muscle in his body feel like lead. If it was some other person other than Jungkook then the poison would have killed the eprson dead on spot. Jungkook had a deliberately strong immune system as he had already been poisoned years ago. But this poison was really something, draining away his every ounce of left strength. He wasn't sure how long can he hold himself hanging on this weak tree branch. It was too complicated and on very edge that Jungkook even if he want to won't be able to lift himself up.

For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, his mind flashing with memories—his rise to power, the people he had trusted, and the ones who had betrayed him.

But one thought burned brighter than the rest: Jimin.

He tightened his grip on the branch, using every ounce of his willpower to hold on. "Not like this," he muttered through gritted teeth.

Above him, the gunfire began to die down, and he heard the distant sound of approaching vehicles. Reinforcements, perhaps.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, his resolve hardening. He wasn't going to let the Torricellis win. Not today.

The forest was eerily silent save for the distant roar of the raging river ahead. The canopy overhead was dense, blotting out much of the sunlight and casting shadowy patches over the uneven ground. Jimin sprinted through the wilderness, his chest heaving with panic.

"Master!" he called out, his voice cracking as it echoed through the trees. His heart thundered against his ribs, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

He'd been informed just moments ago by the emperor himself and by other guards that something had gone horribly wrong. Jungkook—his Emperor his husband—had been poisoned during a business meeting and attacked. And now, word had come that he'd been pushed over a cliff near the river's edge.

Jimin felt the world tilt as he imagined Jungkook, the man who always seemed so untouchable, in such a vulnerable state. He swallowed the lump in his throat, shoving aside his emotions. You're not losing him today. Not today.

As he broke through the tree line, the river came into view. The sound of its raging current was deafening, a wild beast of nature clawing at the jagged rocks lining its path. And there, clinging desperately to a thick tree branch jutting out over the water, was Jungkook.

Jimin froze for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Jungkook's usually commanding figure now looked small and fragile, his body hunched as he held onto the branch with one hand, the other clutching at his neck. His skin was unnaturally pale, his jaw clenched in pain.

"Master hold on !" Jimin screamed, snapping out of his paralysis.

The Emperor's head tilted up slightly at the sound of his voice, but he was clearly weakening. The branch creaked under his weight, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Jimin..." Jungkook's voice was barely audible over the roar of the river, his usual strength replaced with vulnerability.

Without hesitation, Jimin sprinted toward the cliff edge. He assessed the situation quickly, his sharp mind working overtime. The branch wasn't going to hold for much longer, and the poison coursing through Jungkook's veins was robbing him of his strength.

"Don't move much !" Jimin shouted, his voice firm, though his hands trembled.

Jungkook gave a weak scoff, his lips curving into the faintest smirk despite the situation. "Don't... give me orders," he rasped, his voice dripping with irony.

"Shut up and don't let go!" Jimin shot back, his tone laced with desperation.

Without wasting another second, Jimin grabbed a long, sturdy vine hanging from a nearby tree. He tied it around his waist and anchored the other end to a thick root. He didn't have time to think twice.

Sliding down the cliff, his boots skidded against the loose dirt and rocks. The river sprayed icy water onto his face as he inched closer to Jungkook.

"Jiminah..." Jungkook muttered again, his voice weaker this time. His grip on the branch faltered, his fingers slipping slightly.

"Don't you dare let go, Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin shouted, his heart clenching as he reached out to him.

Jungkook's vision blurred, the world around him a hazy mess of light and shadow. The poison burned through his veins, dulling his senses and making his limbs feel like lead. He'd fought through pain before, faced death more times than he could count, but this was different.

The cold realization that he might not make it hit him like a freight train. He was the Emperor, the untouchable leader, and yet here he was—helpless.

But then there was Jimin, defying the odds and risking everything to save him. Where Jimin himself could die with one single wrong move.

"Why..." Jungkook managed to mutter, his voice barely a whisper. "Why are you... doing this?"

Jimin's eyes flared with anger as he closed the distance between them. "Why?" he repeated, his voice trembling. "Because you're mine, Jungkook! And I'll be damned if I let this river take you from me!"

Something in Jimin's words broke through the haze of pain and poison clouding Jungkook's mind. His lips parted as if to respond, but he couldn't find the words.

Jimin finally reached the branch where Jungkook was clinging. He braced himself against the jagged cliffside, one hand gripping the vine tied to his waist and the other reaching out toward Jungkook.

"Take my hand!" Jimin demanded, his voice fierce.

Jungkook hesitated, his pride battling with his failing body. "You'll fall," he rasped. "You can't—"

"Take my damn hand, Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Or I'll jump in after you, and we'll both go down dead!"

The determination in Jimin's voice was unshakable. Jungkook gritted his teeth, the last remnants of his strength pooling into his trembling arm as he reached for Jimin. Their hands locked together, Jimin's grip firm and unyielding despite the blood slicking their skin.

With a grunt, Jimin pulled Jungkook upward, his muscles screaming in protest. The vine dug into his waist, but he didn't let go. Inch by inch, he hauled Jungkook back toward the cliffside, his teeth clenched against the strain.

Safe, But Shaken

When they finally reached solid ground, Jimin collapsed onto his back, gasping for air. Jungkook lay beside him, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the sound of the river filling the silence.

Jimin turned his head to look at Jungkook, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and relief. "You bastard," he muttered, his voice trembling. "Do you have any idea how close that was?"

Jungkook let out a weak chuckle, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. "You... talk too much."

"Don't you dare joke about this," Jimin snapped, his voice cracking. Tears welled in his eyes as he sat up, glaring down at Jungkook. "I thought I was going to lose you, you fucking stubborn bastard!"

Jungkook's smirk faded as he looked up at Jimin, his expression softening. "You didn't," he said quietly, his voice sincere. "You saved me again, Jimin."

Jimin's tears spilled over as he grabbed Jungkook's face, his hands trembling. "Don't ever scare me like that again," he whispered, his voice breaking.

Jungkook's gaze softened even further, and for a moment, the cold, unyielding Emperor was gone, replaced by a man who looked at Jimin with something akin to vulnerability.

"I won't," Jungkook murmured, his voice low. "I promise."

Jimin let out a shaky breath before pulling Jungkook into his arms, holding him tightly. The river roared on in the background, but in that moment, all that mattered was that they were alive—and together.

A/n: Guys Jimin is the only member who has lifted Jungkook bridal style during dynamite era so don't ask me who is Jimin able to lift him.

Jimin's breathing was uneven as he knelt beside Jungkook's weakened body. His master—the mighty emperor, the unyielding figure of power—now lay helpless, his strong frame slackened under the effects of the poison. For a brief moment, a pang of panic crossed Jimin's usually calm demeanor, but he forced it aside, steadying his trembling hands. He leaned down and slipped his arms under Jungkook's shoulders and legs, cradling the emperor against his chest.

Jimin's voice, though strained, carried unwavering resolve. "I won't let anything happen to you, Master. You have my word."

Jungkook's head rested against Jimin's shoulder, his breaths shallow, his voice barely audible. "Jimin... don't... you dare let them... win."

"I won't," Jimin whispered firmly, his tone carrying a mix of promise and affection. "Not as long as I'm alive."

Despite Jungkook's heavy frame and Jimin's exhaustion from the chaos of the earlier attack, he hoisted Jungkook into his arms with surprising ease, his determination overriding the strain. The stark contrast between their roles struck Jimin—this was the emperor, always in command, always untouchable, now entirely dependent on him. It only made his resolve harder, his steps more purposeful as he carried him through the dense forest path to the waiting medical team.

Jungkook's body trembled against Jimin's as the adrenaline slowly faded, but the shock remained, coursing through his veins like ice. His breath was ragged, his limbs weak from both the poison and the near fall, yet his mind was wide awake—trapped in the past.

As Jimin clutched him tightly, his arms unwavering even under Jungkook's weight, a chilling realization sank in.

Nine years ago.

Nine years ago, he had reached for a hand, desperate and vulnerable, only to be abandoned. Namjoon had been his everything—his most trusted, his most loved. And yet, when Jungkook needed him most, Namjoon had walked away. Chosen another. Left Jungkook to crumble, to bleed alone in that alleyway, discarded like nothing more than a fleeting mistake.

But that night... That night, Jimin had found him.

Jimin, the man he had once overlooked, had been the one to pull him back from the abyss. The one who had knelt before him, sworn loyalty not just in words but in action. The one who had saved him, held him together when everything else had shattered.

And now, history had repeated itself.

Jungkook's vision blurred as he clutched Jimin's shirt, his fingers curling into the fabric like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality. His breathing hitched, not from pain, but from something much deeper, something that threatened to consume him entirely.

"Master, I've got you," Jimin murmured against his ear, his voice steady, soothing, as if he could sense the storm raging inside Jungkook's mind. His grip tightened, protective, unwavering. "You're safe."

Jungkook let out a weak, bitter laugh—more of a breathless exhale, really. Safe. He had thought that once, long ago. Had believed that love meant safety. That trust meant security.

But Namjoon had proven him wrong. Again.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, his chest tightening unbearably. "He left me," he whispered, his voice hoarse, barely audible over the distant sounds of gunfire being silenced by his men. "Again."

Jimin stiffened for a fraction of a second before exhaling slowly. He didn't say anything—he didn't need to. His hold around Jungkook's weakened form said enough. He chose to remain silent and focus on Jungkook's safety first.

Jungkook swallowed hard, forcing his heavy eyelids open to look up at the man holding him. And then the truth struck him like a cruel, merciless blade.

The one he had loved had betrayed him.

And the one who loved him had saved him. Again.

Jimin actually did what he had said that in those lyrics when he sang for him Jungkook realised that Jimin was ready to give his life when it came to him and today Jimin almost gave it again, after taking bullet for him.

Jimin. His husband. The man who had risked everything to reach him in time, to pull him back from the brink, to ensure he was still breathing.

Jungkook felt something crack within him, something fragile and buried deep, a part of himself he had locked away the night Namjoon walked out of his life. It terrified him. Plus he was amused and admired the strength Jimin had to lift up his heavy body.

Because this time, Jimin wasn't just his savior.

He was his only constant.

The emergency team sprang into action the moment they spotted Jimin approaching, their expressions shifting from alarm to relief as they realized the emperor was still alive. Jimin gently lowered Jungkook onto the stretcher, his hands lingering on the emperor's for a moment longer than necessary. His voice softened as he leaned close, his face barely inches from Jungkook's.

"I told you, Master," Jimin said, his tone barely above a whisper, "I wouldn't let you go. Not ever."

Jungkook's fingers twitched against Jimin's hand, his lips parting as though to say something, but the poison rendered him too weak to respond. Instead, his faint smile spoke volumes, a rare moment of vulnerability shared only with the man who now held his fate in his hands.

The medical team worked quickly, setting up a makeshift treatment station under the massive oak tree where the emperor had collapsed. Saline drips were prepared, and antidotes were administered under the head doctor's watchful eye. Jimin stood nearby, his piercing gaze scanning the area as he barked orders into his earpiece.

"Taehyung, Yoongi—secure the perimeter immediately. I don't want so much as a leaf moving without your knowledge," Jimin commanded. "And double the protection for Jeon estate. Jackson, Mingyu—I want patrols at every corner of the property. No one comes or goes without clearance."

"And Jackson, prepare the members to strategically strike on the Toricelli's. They will pay heavily for having the guts to attack the Emperor." Jimin ordered getting his his fists clenching at his sides.

"Yes, sir," their voices echoed back over the line.

Once the initial critical measures were taken, the head doctor approached Jimin, his expression professional yet concerned. "The emperor's condition is stabilizing, but we'll need to shift him to the hospital for more intensive care. The poison was designed to work quickly; if you hadn't brought him here when you did, it might've been too late."

Jimin nodded curtly, his jaw tightening at the thought of how close they had come to losing Jungkook. "Do whatever it takes," he said, his voice low but commanding. "The hospital is already under our control. Move him now."

A fleet of black SUVs and armored cars surrounded the forest as the emperor was carefully loaded into the ambulance. Jimin followed closely, refusing to let Jungkook out of his sight. The convoy sped toward the hospital, its sheer presence intimidating enough to make the streets empty in their wake. Upon arrival, the Jeon Mafia's forces had already seized the entire hospital, securing it with layers of protection that ensured no further harm could come to the emperor.

At the hospital

Jimin paced outside the treatment room, his usually composed demeanor betraying the turmoil inside him. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles white from the pressure. Every passing second felt like an eternity as he waited for the doctors to emerge.

Finally, the head doctor stepped out, removing his gloves as he approached Jimin. "You got him here just in time," the doctor said. "The antidote is working, and his vitals are stabilizing. He'll need two days of rest, minimum, but he'll make a full recovery."

Jimin exhaled deeply, relief flooding through him. He dipped his head slightly in gratitude. "Thank you, doctor. I owe you."

The doctor nodded and excused himself, leaving Jimin alone for a moment. But he didn't hesitate—he pushed the door open and stepped inside, his heart clenching at the sight of Jungkook lying on the hospital bed.

The emperor, usually so regal and imposing, looked uncharacteristically fragile, his face pale and his breathing slow but steady. Jimin crossed the room in a few quick strides, his knees nearly buckling as he reached the bedside. Without thinking, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around Jungkook, holding him tightly.

"I thought I'd lost you," Jimin whispered, his voice breaking as he buried his face against Jungkook's shoulder. "Master, I thought—"

Jungkook, though still weak, managed to lift a hand to Jimin's back, his touch light but reassuring. "I'm still here," he murmured, his voice raspy but steady. "Because of you."

Jimin pulled back slightly, his eyes glistening as he met Jungkook's gaze. "You're my everything," he said fiercely. "I'll never let anyone take you from me. Never."

Jungkook's lips curved into a faint smile, his fingers brushing against Jimin's cheek. "You've done enough for a lifetime, Jimin," he said softly. "But I know you won't stop, will you?"

Jimin shook his head, his expression resolute. "Never, Master."

Jungkook chuckled weakly, his voice carrying a hint of warmth despite his condition. "You're as stubborn as I am."

The two remained there, the gravity of the moment unspoken but deeply felt, their bond stronger than ever despite the ordeal they had just faced. For Jimin, there was no sacrifice too great for the man he called Master—and for Jungkook, there was no one he trusted more than the man who had risked everything to save him.

Jungkook lay on the hospital bed, his normally fierce, commanding aura subdued under the weight of exhaustion. The faint glow of moonlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a soft light. Jimin sat beside him, his posture rigid, one hand gently resting on Jungkook's as he watched the emperor's face for any sign of discomfort. The moment Jungkook opened his eyes, Jimin straightened, his throat tightening with both relief and guilt.

"Master," Jimin whispered, his voice soft but strained. "You're awake. How do you feel?"

Jungkook's gaze flickered toward Jimin, his eyes heavy with an emotion Jimin couldn't quite place—something darker, something fractured. "I'm alive," he said hoarsely, his voice carrying a bitter undertone. "Again, All Thanks to you."

Jimin frowned, his grip tightening slightly on Jungkook's hand. "Don't thank me, Master. You shouldn't have been in that situation in the first place."

Jungkook let out a hollow chuckle, one that sent a chill down Jimin's spine. "That's the thing, Jimin. I shouldn't have been. But do you know what happened before you got to me?" His voice dropped, growing colder. "Namjoon was with me."

Jimin froze, his jaw tightening as he listened intently.

"He was there," Jungkook continued, his tone laced with a bitterness that cut deeper than any wound. "I asked him to lift me up. I wasn't poisoned long enough for him not to act. It wasn't too late. I was holding on, Jimin—barely—but I was holding on."

Jimin's heart sank, dread pooling in his stomach as Jungkook's words grew heavier.

"And just like nine years ago," Jungkook murmured, his voice trembling slightly, "he betrayed me. He looked at me, Jimin. He looked at me and then ran. Just like that night. Just like when he left me bleeding in that alley. He turned his back on me."

The room fell into an oppressive silence, the weight of Jungkook's words hanging thick in the air. Jimin's chest tightened as he replayed Jungkook's tone in his mind—raw, vulnerable, and deeply wounded. The emperor never allowed anyone to see him like this, but here he was, baring the deepest scars of his soul to Jimin.

"Master..." Jimin began softly, unsure of what to say, but Jungkook cut him off.

"And then," Jungkook said, his voice quieter now, almost broken, "you came. Just like you did nine years ago, Jimin. Just like that night when I thought I was done for. You came back for me. Again."

Jimin's eyes widened, the memory of that night flooding back. The alley had been dark and suffocating, filled with the stench of blood and danger. Nine years ago, Jimin had defied every thing, every odds, and risked everything to pull Jungkook out of a situation that had nearly claimed his life. And now, history had repeated itself.

"You've always been there," Jungkook murmured, his gaze locking onto Jimin's. His voice wavered as his next words fell from his lips. "Even when I don't deserve it."

Jimin inhaled sharply, his resolve hardening as he leaned closer, his voice firm yet laced with emotion. "Don't say that, Master. You're the emperor. My emperor. My husband. There's no 'deserve' when it comes to you. I swore my loyalty to you, and I'll always be there—no matter what."

Jungkook's lips curved into the faintest of smiles, though it was tinged with sadness. "You always say that, Jimin. But I wonder how much more of this loyalty you can give before it breaks you."

"Never," Jimin said immediately, his tone unwavering. "It won't break me because this is my choice. You are my choice, Jungkook. Always."

The rare use of his name from Jimin's lips made Jungkook's breath hitch. He hadn't heard it like that in years—raw, personal, and filled with meaning. For a moment, the emperor closed his eyes, as though allowing himself to absorb the weight of Jimin's words.

Jimin's voice softened, his hand reaching up to brush Jungkook's dark hair from his forehead. "I got so scared thought that I lost you today," he admitted, his tone quieter now. "I saw you there, hanging on by a thread, and I thought—I thought I was too late. And it broke something inside me."

"You weren't too late," Jungkook said weakly, his eyes meeting Jimin's with a faint glimmer of gratitude. "You never are."

Jimin swallowed hard, leaning down slightly, his forehead resting against Jungkook's. The proximity felt intimate, grounding, as if the world around them ceased to exist. "I won't let anyone hurt you again, Master," Jimin whispered, his words a solemn vow. "Not Namjoon, not Torricelli—no one. I'll tear them apart before they get the chance."

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, though it was filled with exhaustion. "You'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you," Jimin said without hesitation. "Don't you see, Master? You're not just my emperor. You're everything to me."

The raw honesty in Jimin's voice struck something deep within Jungkook, and for a moment, he couldn't speak. Instead, he reached out, his hand trembling as it rested against Jimin's cheek.

"You're too good to me," Jungkook murmured, his tone tinged with guilt.

"And you're too blind to see how much you mean to me," Jimin shot back gently, a small, sad smile tugging at his lips.

Jungkook's head rested back against the pillow, his eyes closing as he let out a soft sigh. "Stay with me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just stay."

Jimin's chest tightened as he reached for Jungkook's hand, holding it tightly in his own. "Always, Master," he promised. "Always."

The room fell into a still silence, but this time, it wasn't heavy or oppressive. It was a silence filled with unspoken understanding, trust, and a bond that no amount of betrayal or poison could break.

Then after a while Jungkook shifted as Jimin was beside him he lay peacefully on Jimin's lap, his face softened in rare vulnerability as his steady breaths filled the quiet room. Jimin's delicate fingers glided through Jungkook's dark long hair, gently massaging his scalp with a rhythm that seemed to soothe both of them. He gazed down at the emperor, his expression a blend of quiet affection and unspoken gratitude, cherishing the rare moment of calm. "Rest, my love," Jimin whispered softly, his voice almost inaudible, as though afraid to disturb the peace. For once, the weight of the world seemed to lift from Jungkook's shoulders, his burdens momentarily forgotten in Jimin's care.

To be continued.......