Gods of the Sea (BTS Vocal Line X Reader)

Jimin's Ending

You stepped down from the stairs, meeting him only a few feet apart. He abruptly broke eye contact, opening the door for you to the parlor. You both took a seat on opposite sofas, not able to speak at first. It seemed that neither of you knew how to start the conversation.

Lina brought in the tea and left it on the table between you, closing the door behind her.

Neither of you touched it.

"It's good to see you, Jimin," you finally said.

He laughed, looking at his hands. "Is it? I was worried about what you might say when I came to your door."

He looked at his folded hands.

"And then..." he continued. "I forgot everything I wanted to say once I saw you."

Silence passed again as your face flushed. You leaned forward and poured you both some tea as you collected your thoughts.

"Is Seokjin's training going well?" you asked.

He nodded, taking the tea from your hands. "I've been treated well, considering. No one is afraid of me under this king's command. And thanks to His Majesty, my family is safe and I am in a position of purpose. I can't ask for anything more."

He took a sip of his tea, the cup clinking erratically against the saucer.

"I'm glad to hear that you and your family are well," you replied.

He nodded in gratitude. "And your father?"

"Healing, but not..."

You trailed off, not finishing. Jimin nodded with a heavy sigh.

"If there's anything you need, please allow me to serve you as --" He stopped. " -- as a servant of the king."

He quickly drank more tea, coughing as he swallowed.

"Please, Jimin," you said quietly. "Don't act like my servant. Not when I've spent so much time looking up to you."

He dropped the cup from its saucer, the tea spilling on his clothes. 

"Forgive me --" he started. 

"No, it's quite alright. Here."

You quickly grabbed a napkin from the tea tray and dabbed his shirt. When the burn marks from his shirt peeked out from between the buttons, you couldn't help but stare. Without thinking, you reached out, touching the burn marks on his abdomen.

"Do they still hurt?" you asked.

He shifted in his seat. "No."

Suddenly realizing, you pulled your hand back.

"Forgive me," you said, stepping back. "I didn't mean to touch you so mindlessly."

He shook his head. "I knew you had no ill intentions."

He paused, staring at you with such an intensity that you couldn't help but look at the ground in front of you.

"But there's something I just don't understand," he finally said.

He lifted his shirt showing more of the burn marks.

"Even with these runes etched into my skin," he said, "drawn to protect me from your spell... you're still the only thing I can think about."

Your hand fluttered to your chest as your heart fluttered with it. He let down his shirt, dropping his head.

"I know I hurt you," he said. "My darkness enslaved me and I lashed out at you for it. But... but I wanted to tell you that with or without magic, you're the one who has captivated me most."