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The night air was crisp, the city below glittering like a bed of fallen stars. The Emperor wasn't sure about this but he was so sure that he needed to this for his spouse who had done so much for him always without asking anything in return. Even the dating period with Namjoon didn't made the Jeon Jungkook to do something extraordinary or something which the emperor was about to do tonight. Jungkook was quite nervous and he didn't want to accept that he was nervous after all he was the great Lucifer supreme power of the entire underworld yet he was nervous just like a teen high school crusher.

But again for the seven stages Jimin has started this the journey of their love story, the journey of their marriage life. But next stage the sixth stage, Jungkook wanted to initiate or take lead of this stage for his Jeon Jimin. He wasn't sure for the first time about something in his entire life, the man who commanded everything with perfection had doubts in how he would do this for his spouse? nevertheless as per the dear new recruit Park Jaehi's advice the Emperor had dressed exactly of what they had discussed, something which Jimin would want to see his husband wearing.

Emperor had asked Jimin to meet him on the rooftop and ofcourse the Empress has agreed amusingly but Jimin was curious about it. Why the rooftop ? Okay may be some fresh air after all it's summer.

The rooftop of the Jeon palace, usually a space of solitude and contemplation for the emperor, had been transformed. Soft, golden lanterns floated in the air, casting an ethereal glow over the open space. A private table was set elegantly with fine crystal and delicate floral arrangements, and in the far corner, a traditional Korean string quartet played a hauntingly beautiful melody. The wind carried the scent of jasmine and night-blooming cereus, a fragrance Jungkook had intentionally chosen—because it reminded him of Jimin. And a Chanel which led automatically to their lavish chamber of the Emperor now even Jimin's chamber.

And standing in the center of it all, waiting with a mixture of quiet confidence and underlying nervousness, was Jeon Jungkook.

He had never done anything like this before—not for anyone, and certainly not for himself. But for Jimin, he would do anything. But the thing is it was fucking awkward for him wearing such a revealing outfit was jsut not his character!!

The emperor had spent his life hardened, his emotions buried beneath layers of control, power, and an unshakable presence. It was always Jimin who pushed through those barriers, always Jimin who knew how to love him despite his darkness. But tonight?

Tonight, he wanted to be the one who made Jimin feel loved.

Jungkook heard the faintest sound of footsteps approaching from behind. He turned, expression unreadable, as his husband, his empress, stepped onto the rooftop.

Jimin's usual grace faltered the moment his eyes landed on Jungkook. He stopped mid-step, his breath catching in his throat.

The emperor was always breathtaking—deadly, commanding, effortlessly regal. But this?

This was something else entirely.

Jungkook's outfit in glory is an exquisite blend of elegance and edginess, designed to command attention on him.

The cropped black blazer is tailored to perfection, adorned with delicate embellishments that trace the lapels and seams, adding a subtle shimmer under the stage lights. The structured shoulders create a bold silhouette, while the open front teases glimpses of his toned physique, making the look both powerful and sensual. The cropped black blazer fit like a sin, tailored to perfection, accentuating Jungkook's sculpted chest and arms. The open front offered teasing glimpses of his toned abs, and Jimin couldn't stop his gaze from lingering.Oh how badly Jimin's wants to jsut dip his hungry tongue in that navel point.

Paired with high-waisted black trousers that fit like a second skin, the ensemble elongates his figure, emphasizing his poised and confident presence. A statement belt, gleaming under the lights, cinches his waist, adding a touch of sleek refinement.

The pièce de résistance? The body chain draped across his bare waist—a daring yet sophisticated detail that enhances the overall allure of the outfit. The chain delicately glints as he moves, accentuating his every motion with an almost hypnotic effect.

The final touches—silver rings adorning his fingers and in-ear monitors—bring an effortless ethereal edge, perfectly complementing his smoldering expression and sharp styling. The entire ensemble is a masterclass in high-seduction wear, effortlessly blending modern sophistication with a rebellious, captivating hot energy.

Jungkook stood tall, broad shoulders squared, his posture exuding raw confidence. But it was the outfit that stole Jimin's breath away.

But that delicious waist—

Jimin's eyes widened, mouth slightly parting as he took in the way the body chain glinted against Jungkook's bare caramelized skin, drawing attention to his sharp V-line, his impossibly lean and powerful frame. The high-waisted black trousers hugged his long thick legs just right, emphasizing his every movement with an intoxicating fluidity.

Pics

Jimin's heart was pounding.

His husband—the untouchable Jeon Jungkook, the feared and ruthless emperor, the man who never entertained theatrics or indulgences—was standing in front of him looking like he had stepped straight out of a fever wet dream.

And he had done this for him.

"His majesty...What," Jimin finally breathed out, his voice betraying his shock, "...are you wearing?"

Jungkook shifted slightly, his confidence still very much intact, but Jimin could see the telltale signs of his slight awkwardness—the way his fingers flexed at his sides, the way his jaw tensed, as if bracing himself for a reaction.

"This," Jungkook murmured, his deep voice smooth yet uncertain, "is for you."

Jimin blinked rapidly. His brain short-circuited.

"For me?" he repeated, still trying to process the vision in front of him.

A slow smirk tugged at Jungkook's lips, as if he was trying to play it cool, but there was an undeniable flicker of nervousness in his dark eyes. "You're not the only one who can plan surprises, Jimin-ah."

Jimin's heart clenched.

Oh.

The weight of Jungkook's words settled in, sending an unfamiliar warmth flooding through Jimin's chest. His husband, the man who rarely let his emotions surface, had done this for him.

Jimin took a slow step forward, eyes never leaving Jungkook's exposed skin, before looking up at him with an unreadable expression. "And this... outfit?"

Jungkook exhaled, running a hand through his raven-black hair before muttering, "Jaehi suggested it."

At that, Jimin let out an amused breath, his lips twitching.

"Of course she did," he murmured, shaking his head in fond exasperation.

But his gaze softened. His beautiful, devastating husband had actually listened to advice—just for him.

Jimin stepped even closer, until he was within touching distance. The emperor didn't move, simply watching him with those unreadable onyx eyes, his expression calm but his pulse betraying him.

Jimin lifted a hand, slowly, deliberately, and let his fingers gently ghost over Jungkook's bare waist, tracing the delicate silver chain with reverence. "His majesty.... You're looking absurdly sinful and hot."

Jungkook shuddered.

His body reacted before his mind could—the sensation of Jimin's fingertips brushing his exposed bare skin sent a ripple of something foreign through him. Jimin's fingers played with the Emperor's bare waist.

"Jimin," he warned, his voice dropping into something dangerous, something unfamiliar.

But Jimin only smiled knowingly.

"So," he mused, fingers still tracing Jungkook's waist far too delicately, "you're seducing me, is that it?"

Jungkook stiffened. "That's not—"

Jimin tilted his head, his voice taunting yet breathless. "Are you nervous?"

The emperor's jaw clenched, his muscles tensing beneath Jimin's touch. "Well this is new for me. But to answer you, what if I'm?"

Jimin laughed softly, a sound so light and genuine that Jungkook almost forgot how to breathe.

"Well it's working....... You're adorable," Jimin teased, his thumb brushing just above Jungkook's waistband, lingering there for a second too long brushing the navel point of his husband.

Jungkook inhaled sharply.

Fucking Adorable?

Him?

No one had ever dared to call him that. No one had ever gotten away with saying such a thing. But the way Jimin said it, with so much affection, so much love—

Jungkook swallowed hard.

This was dangerous. This was fucking dangerous.

But he didn't move away.

Instead, he gently reached out, his fingers brushing over Jimin's wrist, a silent request for him to stop before Jungkook completely lost himself.

Jimin stilled, sensing the shift in the air, and this time, his teasing faded into something deeper, something more intimate.

"But Why?" Jimin asked softly.

Jungkook didn't answer immediately. He lowered his gaze, as if searching for the right words.

"Because," he finally murmured, his voice raw, "you deserve this."

Jimin froze.

Jungkook held his gaze, his expression serious, his walls lowered just for him.

"You've done everything for me," Jungkook continued, his voice steady yet quiet. "It's always been you, Park Jimin even as Jeon Jimin. Loving me. Protecting me. Giving me everything without asking for anything in return."

Jimin's breath hitched.

Jungkook exhaled.

"I wanted to do something for you."

Jimin felt something break inside him.

Before he could even think, before he could even stop himself, he surged forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Jungkook, burying his face into his husband's neck Jimin's another favourite body part of his husband. "You're literally burning my soul with this look."

Jungkook stiffened at first, but then, slowly, his arms came up, wrapping securely around Jimin's waist.

Jimin clutched onto him, his eyes burning, his heart pounding so loudly that he was sure Jungkook could feel it. "Be careful how close you get... I bite when I'm hungry. And right now? I'm starving—for you."," Jungkook murmured against his skin, voice slightly trembling.

Jimin huffed a quiet laugh, his lips ghosting over Jimin's hair. "Speak when spoken to. Or better—don't speak at all. I prefer hearing you moan for me, my darling majesty."

Jungkook smiled, his grip tightening. "You look so good when you're trying to act tough. I almost feel bad for what I'm about to do to you... almost." Jungkook replied

He didn't say anything else. Because in this moment, words weren't needed. Jungkook had already said enough. As the couple headed towards the lavish private chamber where Jimin had a beautiful shy smile crept on his face. "Speaking of which tonight it's the sixth stage of love......"

Jungkook cuts him off even before he could complete sushing those plump lips. "Im well aware of that, and for this stage I will be the one to pour you with whatever I have in this sixth stage of love Jeon jimin."

Jimin's mouth remained agape open in shock and bewilderment covering his face and shock edged in his voice and heart filled with anticipation "wait what.... His majesty, JungKook you ?"

"Yes you heard me dangshin."

His mind was still spinning from what had just happened. From what he had done. He had worshipped Jungkook—not as an emperor, not as a king, not as a ruler of the underworld. But as his love. His god. His everything.

And now, as Jimin sat there, still breathless from the weight of his own devotion, Jungkook moved.

Not with the calculated steps of a ruler.

Not with the restraint of a man who had spent years locking away his emotions.

But with the purpose of a man who had just been loved—and was ready to love back his husband.

Jungkook kneeled before him.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Predatory.

Jimin sucked in a breath, his fingers curling against the fabric beneath him as Jungkook's hands ghosted over his bare thighs, sliding up—leaving fire in their wake.

His voice was deep, dangerous, devastatingly soft when he spoke. "You sang for me." Jungkook murmured, his fingers tracing the inside of Jimin's knee, the heat of his touch seeping into Jimin's skin. "You worshipped me. Devoted yourself to me."

Jimin swallowed, trying to find his voice. But before he could answer, Jungkook leaned in, his lips pressing right there—the sensitive spot just above his knee.

Jimin gasped, fingers digging into Jungkook's shoulders.

Jungkook smirked.

"Now..." He whispered against Jimin's skin, lips trailing higher, higher. "It's my turn to show you this sixth stage, that is my madness for you my love."

Then, before Jimin could even process what was happening—

Jungkook sang. And fucking fuck mind you Jimin had his eyes blown wide. He swear on his life that he had never such a magical voice in any corner of the world. He was not being bias but the Emperor his husbands voice was truly euphoric.

"O my brute,
we have no fear
of what the world would think.
You are crazy,
and I'm crazy,
it's only this disease called love that has grown up."

Jimin's eyes widened. His breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook was literally singing jsut for him and only him, fuck is that even possible?

For him.

Jimin had never—never—heard Jungkook sing before. Not like this. Not for him. Not for anyone.

It was low, husky, melodious, velvety magical soaked in emotion. Each word felt like it was carved into his soul, each syllable melting against his skin like molten gold.

And then—

Jungkook moved.

His hands slid up Jimin's thighs, strong, possessive, desperate. His fingers splayed over Jimin's waist, gripping tightly as he tugged Jimin forward—closer—until their bodies were pressed together, heat against heat, breath against breath.

"Listen, O my life partner,
do you have even a little bit of idea?
that the way your breath moves,
I'll be there, all my life, even after my life."

Jimin let out a shaky breath.

Jungkook's fingers curled beneath Jimin's chin, tilting his face up until their eyes met—darkness meeting light, fire meeting air.

"Do you understand now?" Jungkook whispered between the lyrics, his thumb brushing over Jimin's trembling plump lips. "That no matter where your breath moves, I will follow?"

Jimin's throat tightened. His vision blurred.

"Jungkook—"

But Jungkook wasn't finished.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over Jimin's jaw, then lower—trailing down the column of his throat. Slow. Intimate. Dangerous.

"As beautiful as these meetings were,
more beautiful than them are your talks.
Once I'm lost in your words,
I'd never want to come back to consciousness.
My life is in your arms."

Jimin's breath shattered. Jungkook was claiming him.
Not with force. Not with dominance.

But with love.

Jimin had spent nth number of ways trying to pull love out of Jungkook, trying to teach him what it meant, trying to show him that he deserved to be loved.

But now—

Now, Jungkook was giving it to him.

Freely.

Completely.

I stood there, thinking
how I, a crazy one, was living.
coming silently,
entering my heart,

As he pushed Jimin down on the bed, placing Jimin's finger himself on his exposed waist, Jimin's wedding band clinking with Jungkook's waist chain. The emperor had hovered on top of his Empress as he stole a deep passionate chaste kiss in between the kissing taking Jimin off guard.

what a story you started... You're the way how one should make love
I've learnt to smile from you,
you are the way to love,
Belief comes from you,
I'll never come back to consciousness.
My life is in your arms...

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at him—his dark eyes glinting under the lantern light, his lips slightly parted, his breath heavy against Jimin's skin.

"You taught me how to love." His voice was hoarse, raw. "Now let me show you how deep my love runs for you Jeon Jimin."

Then—

Then, Jungkook sank lower.

Kissing. Worshipping. Devouring.

His lips pressed against Jimin's collarbone, then lower, tracing every inch of skin with slow, reverent touches. His hands slid up Jimin's back, pressing him closer, tighter, as if trying to merge their very souls.

Jimin whimpered, his fingers burying in Jungkook's hair, gripping desperately as his body shook from the intensity of it all.

And Jungkook kept singing.

"I didn't know
that I'd consider you my breaths,
that I'd come to your streets,
so much, all the time."

Jimin's breath stilled.

Jungkook looked up from where he was kissing down his chest, his voice dipping lower.

"You are my god, Jimin." His voice was a confession, a vow, a prayer.

Jimin let out a choked sound, eyes brimming with emotion.

"Jungkook—"

But Jungkook silenced him with a kiss. Not just a kiss.
A worship. It was slow, deep, full of everything Jungkook could never say in words.

Jimin melted, his body going slack in Jungkook's grip.

And then, Jungkook whispered the final verse against his lips.

"Listen, my love, do you even know
that in the direction where your breath moves,
I will stay there for my entire life...
oh, for my entire life,
my cruel one,
in your love...
my life now ends and starts with your breaths."

Jimin broke.

A sob tore from his throat as he gripped Jungkook's face, pressing their foreheads together, their breaths mixing, their souls tangling.

"You—" Jimin's voice was shaking. "You love me like this?"

Jungkook chuckled, brushing his thumb over Jimin's tear-streaked cheek.

"I have always loved you like this but I realised it a bit late."

Jimin let out a shuddering breath. And then—

He kissed Jungkook. Slow. Deep. Reverent. Not out of hunger. Not out of desire. But out of same worship.

Jungkook's hands tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, pouring every ounce of his soul into the kiss.

And in that moment—

They weren't an emperor and his Empress.

They weren't rulers of an empire.

They were just two souls, hopelessly in love, consumed by madness, by devotion, by something too deep to name.

And that night—

Under the moonlight, wrapped in each other's arms—

They became each other's forever.

The candlelight flickered. Shadows danced across Jungkook's skin, golden against the silk sheets, but the world outside had long ceased to exist.

Jimin had erased it.

Jimin had written over it with the verses of Jungkook's song, with the worship of his lips, with the silent prayers whispered into his Emperor's skin. He had never felt so complete, so utterly his as he did at this moment. But his heart—his fragile, fragile heart—was still trembling.

Jungkook had undone him.

Not just with his touch, not just with the slow-burning, devastating love he poured into every kiss, every whispered word, but with something far more dangerous.

His song. His confession. His surrender.

Jimin could still hear it—every note, every breathless lyric Jungkook had sung for him, a love song woven from the deepest parts of his soul. He had never expected it. Had never dared to dream that Jungkook would love him like this, not just as his husband, not just as his consort, but as something more.

As his worship.

As his madness.

As his everything.

Jimin's hands trembled as they traced the sharp lines of Jungkook's jaw, the curve of his lips, the wild, untamed love in his dark eyes. Jungkook still had his arms wrapped around him, strong and unwavering, as if afraid that if he let go, Jimin would disappear.

But Jimin wasn't going anywhere.

He had always belonged here.

Jimin launched his body on top of his husbands as he hugged him so tightly pulling Jungkook even more close if that's possible. "I love you so much." Jimin said with moist tears cascading down his face as he placed a soft kiss on Jungkook's cheek.

The emperor soothed his fingers in Jimin's locks, and smiled heartedly. "And I love you more Jeon Jimin." Jungkook confessed finally and Jimin wasn't sure if he heard that.....

He looked at his husband with wide eyes shocked and amused...... as Jungkook pulled him on his chest to savour another soft kiss swelling their lips.

Slowly, reverently, Jimin sat up, forcing himself to steady his breath, to steady his hands. Jungkook watched him, eyes hooded, unreadable, his expression carved from something too raw, too deep to name.

But Jimin knew.

He felt it in the way Jungkook's fingers flexed slightly, in the way his lips parted, in the way his entire being was waiting for him.

Jimin reached into the folds of his robe.

This moment had been coming for a long time.

From the first letter. From the first rose. From the first time he had dared to love Jungkook, knowing that he might never love him back.

But now...

Now, Jungkook had surrendered.

Now, it was Jimin's turn to complete the sixth stage.

He pulled out the another black envelope, placing it between them. The red seal gleamed in the candlelight—darker, heavier than the golden ones before it.

Jungkook's gaze flickered to it, his breath hitching.

A new stage.

Jimin reached into his robe again, his heart hammering, and pulled out the rose.

A black rose this time ?

Velvet-soft, dark as the night sky, its petals curled in delicate perfection.

Jungkook inhaled sharply.

Black was not a color of mourning in their empire. It was not a color of endings. It was the color of madness. Of craziness. Of love so deep it burned, of devotion so mad it became ruinous.

Jimin leaned forward, pressing the flower to Jungkook's lips.

"For you," he murmured.

Jungkook inhaled slowly, his gaze dark, heavy, unreadable. Then—his fingers curled around the delicate stem, his grip steady even as his breath remained uneven.

Jimin watched him.

Watched as Jungkook lifted the envelope next, breaking the seal with deliberate slowness.

There was something softer in the way his hands trembled slightly as he unfolded the letter.

Jimin knew.

Jungkook wasn't afraid of wars.

He wasn't afraid of death.

But he was afraid of this.

Of something as fragile as love yet his husband had confessed his love for him.

And they both knew that Jeon Jungkook had already fallen very harder and deeper.

But still, Jungkook read.

The Sixth Letter

"Sixth stage of Love: Madness"

Jeon Jungkook,

You once told me that love was not meant for men like us.

You told me that devotion was weakness, that surrender was a foolish thing, that love was a cage meant to break someone like you.

You were wrong.

Love is not a cage.

It is madness.

But with the right person and that's just you and me for each other.

It is the fire that consumes. The hunger that devours. The storm that rips through the soul and leaves nothing but ruin in its wake.

And, my love, I have burned for you.

I have burned since the first moment I saw you.

I have burned since the first time you touched me.

And I will burn for you until the stars collapse and the heavens fall at your feet Jeon Jungkook.

Love.

Deep, soul filled. Love.

This is not just devotion.

This is madness.

This is the kind of love that wars are written about.

This is the kind of love that poets spend lifetimes trying to capture, and still fail.

This is the kind of love that will haunt you.

That will break you.

That will remake you.

Because you, Jeon Jungkook, are not a man meant for ordinary love. This is the sort of love or way more maddening type of love I have for you my darling.

You are meant for something greater.

Something boundless.

Something eternal.

And I—Jimin, your right hand, your husband, your Empress, your worship—am the only one who will ever love you the way you deserve to be loved.

With madness.

With ruin.

With everything.

So take this rose.

Take this letter.

Take me.

And know—

That from this moment on, my love for you is no longer just devotion.

It is destruction.

It is divinity.

It is the love that the gods themselves will envy.

And it is only yours.

Only ever yours.

Yours, forever,
Jeon Jimin

The silence after Jungkook finished reading was deafening.

Jimin watched him, his heart hammering, waiting—waiting for him to understand what this meant.

Jungkook's fingers tightened around the letter. His knuckles were white.

Jimin had given him love before. Worship before.

But this—

This was something else entirely.

This was love as madness.

This was love as ruin.

This was love that would never let go.

Jimin had not simply surrendered to him.

Jimin had claimed him.

Completely.

Utterly.

Unconditionally.

And then—slowly, carefully, reverently— Jungkook lifted the black rose. Jimin's breath hitched. Jungkook stared at it for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable, before lowering it to his lips.

And then—the Emperor kissed it. And his were not jsut moist this time. Jungkook had long cascade of tears falling silently down his handsome face.

Jimin felt something inside him shatter.

When Jungkook finally looked at him with teared eyes ,there was something in his gaze that had never been there before. Something more dangerous than devotion. More dangerous than love.

Acceptance.

No hesitation. No fear.

Only equal madness.

Only him.

Jungkook placed the rose between them before reaching forward, cupping Jimin's face between his palms. His thumbs brushed against Jimin's cheekbones, his dark gaze searching, burning, devouring.

Then, softly—

"You would burn for me?"

Jimin's lips parted. His voice trembled as his tears started flowing down his face seeing his husband crying for him.

"Yes."

Jungkook inhaled sharply. The emperor couldn't believe himself either two strongest mens who never shed any tears were hearing crying like this for the first time they're not even trying to wipe their tears because these are not shut tears even Jimin knows that these are enigma of their pure, deep and maddening love they have for each other.

"You would ruin yourself for me?"

Jimin's throat ached.

"I already have."

Jungkook's breath stilled. Then—slowly—he smiled.

And then, without a word—

He kissed Jimin.

Deep.

Long.

Mad.

The kiss of a man who had finally given in completely.

Who had finally surrendered.

Who had finally fallen—not just into love.

But into madness.

And from the corner of the roof top their children Jeon Jiguk and Jeon Jaehi watching their parents hidden silently, with so much of love too had tears in their eyes seeing this pure and intimate gesture of love of their parents had shaken their souls. They had seen everything that happened tonight, the way thier plan worked, the way their parents confessed their love towards each other and kissed and consumed each other in love.

The twins couldn't believe they were this lucky enough to get this magical moment of opportunity to see their parents confessing to each other their love. It was jsut purely beautifully eternal and pure.

So guys how was the chapter ? This stage the emperor sang for his empress, share your thoughts on this chapter.

And a TMI though no one asked me but I thought to tell you all.

I know few of you won't believe but actually

I have same doe huge eyes, same shape of thin rosy lips and nose shape too like my  Jeon Jungkook and I'm not lying about this I have mole too near my lips but it is not below my lips like guk and joon it's at right side but near to my lips jsut like them.

But his sharp edged killer line is something which definitely not anyone can have though I have seen similar sharp jaw line on Jimin .