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Jimin's life was easy. He was a prince after all. A lovable one at that.

Loved by his parents, by his servants, his guards, his people. Even rulers of the other kingdoms have expressed love and devotion towards him. 

A few marriage proposals here and there that he had refused.

Yes. He had it easy. Despite the liquid anguish he possessed.

As an omega he wasn't expected to get involved in politics, and yet he did. And he was proud of how much he was part of anything, how much his alpha father didn't cut him out of anything when he presented. Everything was as normal as ever. His parents even seemed relieved that he was an omega. In a society that he meant to change with his rule, having that kind of support meant a lot to him. 

Because he had feared. After his first heat, his first time stepping into adulthood, he had feared his alpha father would see him differently. But he hadn't. 

So his life was easy.

The world was still not kind to omegas, but he always made it work. Always.

Great things were expected out of him.

Even greater was the alliance that would happen once he was betrothed to a suitable match.

People were having bets on who the lucky alpha would be. Weighing who was rich enough, had power enough, or was handsome enough.

Not that anyone would have actually matched an actual Prince like Jimin.

But it has been fun to think and bet.

He was proud of his position in his kingdom, no, his world, and yet his mind was feeling heavy. Knowing much is expected from him. And who he should choose to mate.

He sometimes felt anger that his contribution is directly linked to whom he's to marry or mate. But again, the world was not as kind to omegas, as it was kind to him.

He felt comfort in knowing that he is truly lucky.

But-

But all the luck one can have, eventually, it runs out.

He should have known, he was feeling this urge with no purpose, a heavy feeling in the depths of his closed wet heart.

He tried to push it back, and tried to focus. 

But suddenly his father acted without him knowing. Suddenly his kingdom didn’t feel as if it was his own.

For the first time, he was not allowed where the generals were meeting the king, he was not included in the matters of his home.

He heard about the looming war from other people, even though his father had advised him that he should not have to worry about things like that, that it wasn’t serious, but he heard.

His father had been greedy and had sent a small army to procure an artifact that only a demon should possess. 

The Silver Cup.

A beautiful slim and heavy cup made of silver that the Moon Goddess herself had blessed it.

The royal army wasn't successful in the task, but the demons had learned of the great offence and had been attacking villages, taking over small territories, one by one. And it's just a matter of time before they set their eyes on the main prize, the great capital city, the precious jewel of the Kingdom of Dasan, where the royal palace resides, just on the cliff of the ocean.

Ocean that Jimin would despise if he would've allowed himself to feel any positive emotions about it.

But he wouldn't.

What he did feel was anger, cause he had been left with nothing to do, when he could do so much.

So there he was instead, in the shade, during a hot day, reading the Royal Book of Poetry, poorly written by his great grandmother, the late queen who had an eye for poetry, but not the talent for it, and hoped his servants would have learned a thing or two of the current happenings.

“They have advanced further South. It's a matter of time until they reach the village that my cousin lives in,” his waiting boy said. A tall and lean beta called Taehyung.

“Moons,” the other servant, another beta, gasped, “it's coming, the war is coming.”

“Hoseokie, the war has been here this whole time,” the tall one said somberly.

“But-,” Hoseok hugged himself, "we aren't even fighting back, why can't they just stop?”

“Of course we aren't,” the waiting boy said, “who would wage a war on demons?”

“I heard demons are vicious and ugly,” suddenly Hoseok spoke up, “and I heard they smell like death and poop.”

Jimin chuckled at the last word, a mistake he doesn't often do, but he still did it. And the servants were mortified to realize he's been there the whole time. Something that they should have known, as he is the only reason they would be out there.

But Jimin had that talent of disappearing, becoming part of the background, so people often would miss him. Even now when he was just there with a book under the shade.

“Your majesty-” Taehyung started.

“Please Taehyung-ah,” Jimin straightened up, “don't be ridiculous, you know I love war gossip.”

“I apologize, there's nothing new to tell you, just what I told you this morning,” Taehyung looked down, his face sullen.

Just as the prince was about to speak, a guard, one of his father's personal ones approached them.

“Your majesty,” the guard bent herself in half before rising once Jimin had waived his hand to dismiss her, “your father is requesting your presence at the royal meeting room-”

And just as the guard had uttered the last word, Jimin all but galloped to where his father had asked him.

To finally be a part of those meetings with the generals. To finally be of use to his kingdom. To finally be a lucky omega again. Valued above his status, above any stereotype he had fought in his life.

He was all breathless when he finally entered the vast room, where among all the furniture, there was a big wooden table in the middle, all crafted beautifully, carefully. With a wooden map of the kingdom in the middle of it, from a rich tree, and even richer colors that were painted on it.

They were all looking at him by the time he was able to stand before his father, bending slightly until he was released with a simple hand gesture.

“Father,” he said, emotions at bay, but his heart still swarmed, “you have called for me.”

“My loyal son,” the king spoke slowly, “it is in your hands that you save us from doom.”

“Whatever you need father,” Jimin jumped at the opportunity to offer his services, his advice, and even his combat abilities. Whatever his father desired. He would give anything. His kingdom will feel as such again.

“We are doomed Jiminie, the strongest alphas can't defend our lands-” his father took a deep breath, very unlikely and unkingly of him to ever be cautious with Jimin, “They have powers we simply do not, we have to give them something to make them stop attacking us.”

“But,” the prince's face was painted in confusion, as the hair on the small of back rose, his intuition for some reason was telling him to run, but he stayed firm on the ground, “we aren't even fighting back, we aren't even trying -”

“We are fighting back,” one of the generals, Taeji, said, “but we are losing so badly, it looks like we aren't.”

“There has to be a way, if I can look at the plans,” the prince said, his face devoid of emotions, but his scent gave him away in one little second, as he was mortified to realize, “I can help.”

“There's one thing left to do,” his father said, tone flat, “we need to appeal to the demon King and offer him an omega spouse.”

Suddenly the room was awfully quiet. Intense, and much smaller than before.

“To give him a spouse?” Jimin's hair on his neck as if wanted to leave his body, but he was stubborn, and he wouldn’t listen to his own body, to his intuition, so he rose his voice much more than anyone was allowed to do in front of his king father, “he's a savage! Are we no better than him?”

“Jimin!” His father used his alpha voice, and being a dominant one, most of the alphas in the room looked overwhelmed, “what we suggest isn't easy on us, but it's the right thing to do, to stop the bloodshed.”

“But who would we sacrifice?” Jimin asked, concern written all over his face.

Another silence. And this one, complete total silence. The air was clean, too clean, everyone in the room has been trained to control their scent.

But this was too clean, too much. And yet, Jimin wouldn’t listen to his body speaking to him, he wasn’t running away.

And then, it dawned on Jimin. The silence spoke to him.

How cruel. 

It's him. He's the sacrifice.

And as everyone saw him realize, they bowed their gazes down, no one daring to look him in the eyes. No one but his father.

“Jimin,” his father started, now knowing that his omega son was aware, "there's no other omega that the demon king would even consider,” he looked deeply into his son's eyes “It has to be you.” he almost bowed, “And you're so strong, you will survive the demon.”

“You would,” Jimin was careful not to swallow, not to hesitate, “sacrifice me to fix a mistake you made?” Jimin suddenly asked. 

.

And of course, everyone, as if toys, just placed their gaze to the ground once more.

Now this silence, heavy, pained, and just somehow sweet, was a silence he could take.

But of course, it wouldn’t last long.

Nothing ever does.

“What did you say?” his father carefully asked. His anger somehow hadn’t made it through his throat.

The tension in the room was so terrible that no one dared to speak, or as it seemed, breathe even. It would be a luxury to do so.

“You heard me,” Jimin said, clear, except at the end, when his voice lost its sound for a bit, “your highness,” he made sure to add.

“Everyone clear the room!” the king’s anger was palpable. Even him would show emotions once in a while, something Jimin has never been allowed to.

And no one will tell him why.

The generals left the room in a hurry, one by one, their movements so silly, as if they have practiced it before. Jimin imagined that they had. They’ve probably done this more often than not. His father wasn’t good at keeping it cold as himself.

“You dare to speak back to me,’ his father screamed as soon as the door was closed by the last person, “the Alpha King of this kingdom, the alpha of your home, you, a mere omega?”

“A mere omega?” Jimin made sure to look his treacherous father in the eyes.

“Go to your chambers,” the king yelled once more, “you will not speak to me until I have summoned you, you will not come near me, until I've called for you, you will not breathe the same air until I have ordered it,” he kept raising his voice, until he gave a deafening, “GO!”

As soon as the alpha finished uttering the words, as soon as he took the next breath, Jimin's knees were already shaking, his composure faltering. He still did better than any alpha that had ever the unfortunate destiny to listen to his dominant alpha king. 

He got out of the room, and then he gasped, he gasped as he had never seen air before.

And what's worse, his eyes felt heavy, his vision didn't blurred, no, he wasn't a crier, but his whole body shuddered by the mere force that his father had used on him. Betrayal.

It wasn’t the alpha voice that made him weak like this. It was something else.

A mere omega.

Is that how he saw him? Is that why he would only use him as a bargaining chip, and not as someone that he can rely on, just as he relied on his alpha generals.

As soon as he could contain his shivers, as soon as he could stand up, he sprinted to his chambers. He would not leave them until his father commanded it.

One week later~

It has been torture. To be between four walls, with no exit. But even the exit isn't something that Jimin would seek.

It's torture, but it's still a place he feels safest. The place where his nest is the most comfortable thing, despite his inner turmoil. 

Because once he leaves those four walls… he's on his own..

In a strange place, with an even stranger companion.

An actual demon. The king even. If demons are horrible, what does that mean for their king?

Would he kill him on sight? Would he assault him?

How can a father do this to his child? 

One would think that his father compared to the demon king is even worse.

But, he couldn’t dwell on it. As the servants slowly entered his chambers to bring him his supper, he couldn’t think of anything, except how his room was the only thing that gave him comfort.

It was Friday when they took him. Make him travel on uneven roads. To sleep on beds not worthy of him.

The lucky prince.

The omega.

It was Friday when he was ushered to a dark room, with a faint light, and ominous smell.

He wasn't sure if this was the final destination. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore. And somehow, there was some sort of serenity within him. He wasn't sure why he felt some sort of calm, as if he wasn't in places wrong.

But he wondered if this dark room was it.

Looking at how he was taken to a bath to clean himself before that, as he was given fresh new clothes and how glances were now different from before.

Yes, this was it, the final destination.

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

He couldn't escape, he was tired of prayers. Of false hope. Of thoughts that wet his mind.

He could only stand.

Tall.

And he did.

And then, out of the thin air, in a dark room, a figure appeared.

It had horns, star dark horns. An even darker coat and large boots. His nails were long and sharp.

His pupils were red as the darkest wine, and his lips, albeit normal, were pale.

He was looking scary. He truly carried the name Demon King through.

The smell was potent. Like a forest. Strangely, Jimin wasn't scared. He didn't even feel out of place. 

But it was still all surreal. He was in awe, despite himself.

“Well” the demon king said, “that bastard actually sent his lamb of a son to me,” he smiled mockingly, as his gaze travelled shamelessly down Jimin’s body.

And the air didn't leave Jimin's body, as one would expect. No, he could breathe, he could be present. There. Awake. 

He would feel the air touching his soft skin. The faint light patted his face. The smell of thick forest during spring entered his nose.

“He must be desperate,” the demon kind spoke again, “as he should be,” he added, and then he made a full circle around Jimin, as if assessing him. Measuring him.

“You're pretty,” the king observed, and strangely he didn't sound as mockingly as he did before.

The demon would have spoken more, but Jimin decided to interrupt him,

“So this is the demon king,” Jimin said, “I expected someone who is a bit taller,” he added, fear nowhere near him.

“Oh, a feisty one,” the horned one laughed deeply. “That's interesting.”

And then his whole face changed to something more menacing, as he looked deeply and disturbingly into Jimin's eyes, “you know I can kill you right now?”

“I know,” Jimin didn't blink.

“You don't look scared,” he observed much clearer.

“What are your plans with me?” Jimin asked simply. He didn’t like playing games. Not for a long time now.

“I'll marry you,” the demon offered his hand, “a whole prince of an omega. Finally someone worthy of my throne,” be kept his hand extended.

“Throne?” Jimin just looked at his hand, not seeming as if he would accept it, “do you think I'm that gullible?”

“I don't know, are you?” the demon, that horned creature, smiled again.

And for some reason, even as his fangs were terrifying and sharp, there was something about that smile that Jimin thought that he might just survive this.

“We need to marry as soon as possible,” the demon urged, as he pointed with his waiting hand, and as Jimin took it, he regretted it right away. 

His hand burned and his whole body shuddered.

But for some reason fear had left his bones and he made his first step with no shaking, and no sweating. He just moved slowly to follow. Hand still holding onto the fire.

But his wolf body can take it.

While he was guided to his new life. To where his father sent him, to fix his own mistakes.

But Jimin will prevail. Not for himself. 

For his kingdom.

When the king told Jimin that they need to get married as soon as possible, he didn't anticipate that soon would be right away. 

Because as he was guided through cave openings and roads, he was suddenly standing in the middle of an underground cage, and all these creatures, no, demons were just standing there. Forming a circle. And fire in the middle of it all.

It was the wedding ceremony he had heard of.

Wedded through fire.

He should have been scared, he should have been terrified. But no. He kept holding onto the hand that was burning him, and he kept making those steps.

Only he knew how heavy his legs were feeling.

Only he knew how his life had been a lie up until that point.

Only he knew...

The King finally stopped, and Jimin with him, in front of the fire.

A priest came towards the both of them and offered them a dark chain.

So the rumors weren't false after all. The wedding partners of demons are really chained.

They put the chains on their left hands and as the priest started chanting, and the fire blooming, the air became thicker. Harder. Hotter.

Suddenly the priest went towards the fire and pulled the chain with him. The chain that was circling Jimin's wrist became hot.

So much so, Jimin was sure he would have a mark on his hand by the time this was over.

The chain was unbearable. His hand started to burn, and his skin to hurt.

But he has to endure.

So he swallowed hard and bit his lips.

The chain burned harder, and then the priest was finally out of the fire. Still chanting, still having that look of disapproval.

And then the priest said, “you might kiss your beloved..”

Jimin was mortified, looking straight at the horns of his almost husband.

And the demon king just took Jimin's burned hand and placed a kiss on the top of it.

While it eased Jimin's mind, the fact that he didn't have to kiss that creature, he was also annoyed for reasons he couldn't explain to himself. 

“You are now spouses in the eyes of everything and anything.” The priest said before disappearing into the thin air and taking the middle fire with him.

The cave was suddenly darker, just a string of fires that kept the light in it.

The demons started to disappear, leaving just the both of them alone in the middle.

As Jimin started to look around he noticed a bed in the corner. 

Right. 

He was married now. He doesn't know how mating goes for demons, or if they even have mating in the demon world, but he knows what is expected out of an omega on the first night of the wedding.

He wasn't sure why he expected a wedding party, or anything other than that stupid fire ritual.

He glanced at his hand, the burns all healed and the scars almost gone. He was happy for his wolfen genes.

It relieved him. 

As he looked back at the bed, the demon had the audacity to laugh.

“Eager to please your husband?” the demon asked him.

“Please, I just want to get over it,” Jimin scoffed.

“I don't.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don't want to get over it,” the demon looked at him strangely. “I want you to beg me.” he smiled, and for some reason, this great demon, king demon even, had a pretty smile, even innocent, despite his dark eyes.

“Oh, you're gonna wait for a long time then,” Jimin made sure to say.

“That's fine, I have time, I'm immortal after all,” he chuckled once more. Peculiar.

“Are you seriously not going to touch me?” Jimin refused to believe the demon wouldn't take him. He has heard of demons and their way of making others theirs.

“You might beg me, and I won't,” the king approached him, standing awfully close to him.

“Beg you?,” Jimin allowed himself to smile mockingly, “in your dreams.”

“Sweet dreams then my omega,” the King then made a strange sound with his lips, and two demons entered the cave.

“Follow us,” the taller demon said, “we will take you to your room.” 

“My room?” the prince was confused.

“Of course, I don't plan on making you sleep in the throne room, no matter how pretty you would look like on that throne.” the king shamelessly took a long look at his body, lingering at his waist and for some reason at his neck too. 

Jimim felt strange. For a wolf, the neck is a very important part, especially the scent gland, the place where one’s scent is the most potent but also the place where two married wolves would place their mating marks. So having his own neck be the center of attention for a breath of time was making him nervous. And his omega saddened.

“So we are done with the wedding part?” the prince asked.

“Like I thought,” the demon came in even closer, breathing into Jimin's neck, "You can't wait to have me, feel me, have me breed you,” he whispered.

“You are unbelievable,” the prince moved away, “as if I would ever need anything from you.”

"We'll see, my little omega,” the demon kept moving closer to him, despite Jimin's actions to move away.

“I'm not that little.”

“You are little,” he whispered again, close to Jimin's neck again, as if he would pierce his skin with his demon fangs any time now, “I would probably need time to open you up,” the king had the audacity to say.

“Shut up!” Jimin whispered back, still moving away slowly.

“What?” The horned one just kept his breath on his spouse's neck, following him, no matter how much the prince moved away, “the little omega is getting worked up?” He blew air into the neck, “you would beg already?”

“Never,” Jimin breathed out, his back suddenly hitting the wall inside the cave.

“Remember this, little one,” the demon cornered him, “remember this moment. Because you will feel so silly when you do.”

“I would never humiliate myself like that…” his voice didn't falter. 

“Who said anything about humiliation?” The demon king's voice got deeper, begging isn't a bad thing. “It's about trust actually,” he added.

“I'm not stupid to fall for those empty words,” the prince kept his composure. His voice even as ever. Inside. He didn't want to think about his feelings inside.

It is not allowed.

“You are not stupid. I wouldn't have wed you if you were,” the voice of the demon turned more serious now.

“Why did you?” Jimin wondered.

“What?”

“Why did you agree to stop the war if you marry me?” He asked, what's the catch?”

“It's really simple," the demon chuckled, “You're hot.”

“And you're really shallow,” Jimin scoffed.

“Go my dear, your new room awaits you,” he moved away finally, giving his spouse room to breathe.

Jimin moved right away, the two demons had to speed up to keep up with the prince behind him, as his legs automatically moved into their direction, until he was in front of a blue door.

“This is your room,” a very youthful looking demon said, looking almost human with his big eyes and curious face. “No that you deserve it,” he suddenly said leaving Jimin dumbfounded.

He entered his new room, and almost gasped, he didn't know what to expect, but he didn't expect this much luxury. More luxurious than his old room, and he has been living in a royal palace, in a prince's chambers.

How was the demon king richer than his father, so much so that it came as a shock to himself.

The bed was vast, bigger than his own. The windows. There were windows that were looking into the sea.

Ah, so he gets to see the sea here too. As if he can escape it. No matter how much he tries, he cant escape the sea. Like a liquid demon that has been bound to his soul, like a debt that he can’t ever repay.

The sea might be his death finally, now more than ever.

He was surprised to see his stuff in the corner. For a prince, he didn’t bring much, he wasn’t sure if he was going to a place where he could even use them. He expected to be taken to the underworld, to a place with no sun to pet your cheeks, and no moon to look over you.

But here he was. And here was the sea too, his dark companion.

He couldn’t sleep. For the longest, he couldn’t even close his eyes, but at the depth of the night, he managed to, briefly. 

And, just as the first rays entered his chambers, his eyes were already looking back at the first light.

He didn’t make an effort to get up, to even stretch. He was just looking at the surprisingly good ceiling, and contemplating what to do.

There was not much he can. Just take each day as they come. 

Up until a week ago he was the precious jewel of his kingdom, and now he is the spouse of the demon king.

Funny thing. Life has always been funny to Jimin.

He expected so many things. His mind went though the worst scenarios he could think of.

But to be given the chambers he is in, to not be forced into marriage consummation, that never crossed his mind.

To be in a limbo, not knowing if all of this is some cruel joke, and he is to be tortured. 

Limbo. Yes life is funny to Jimin.

As the morning was slowly stretching, and the air was less crispy, he heard a commotion before the doors of his chambers, and he suddenly had to get up.

He heard a knock on the door suddenly, he immediately asked the person to come in, and when people with trays of foods entered, he was even more surprised. 

He didn’t know if demons need food, or if he would be given some. To see such variety enter his room shocked him.

But what shocked him the most was his omega.

His omega was strange. His omega was unreasonable.

His omega had to be put in check.

It all started like the morning when he had his breakfast. Especially well made. So this is what the demons are eating.

Prepared by the best hands, served on the best plates, and eaten with the best utensils.

Jimin wasn't even sure that demons ate. So this was another surprise.

He kept hearing stories of the demon city. Of them only living in the underworld. Of them living like mere animals.

Never could he have imagined that they love better than himself, a prince.

He ate his food in silence, not daring to voice out how poor his kingdom is compared to this.

And when he got to his chambers, he felt some strange movement inside of his stomach. He thought that it must have been the food, that his chefs are at least better at making meals, since he has never gotten a stomach pain before.

But it got worse and worse and when he finally threw up, and felt a momentary relief, it dawned on him.

His heat was near.

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Few days later~

His omega stirred. Strange.

There was a change in the air, but also within.

Now, for his heats, he usually was just locked in his chambers, and there was a beta servant that brought him food and drinks.

But here, he wasn't sure if he would be given any sort of help. Not even a glass of water, more like.

Demons can't know how hard heats or ruts were on wolves.

But he has been lucky, his omega hasn't ever been demanding, his heats are not that bad.

He would manage this heat, just like any other.

He decided he should just lock himself up and hope the heat would blow over quickly, as it usually would for him.

He did feel the omega inside him grow restless. But unlike other times, he didn't feel as if the omega was sad. It felt like some sort of need that grew.

And he believed that maybe, his room being new, his sheets newer, it was normal that he would feel different for his heat.

Completely normal.

As he was unsuccessfully rearranging his sheets, pillows and blankets, he heard a harsh knock on the large door to his chambers.

He wasn't given a waiting boy, or a personal servant, and he didn't take his own, as he wasn't sure where he was headed, so he went to open the door himself.

The demon king himself entered the room and looked as if he had been running to get there.

Demons don't even need to run. 

“The whole wing smells like you. What is the meaning of this!” the demon ran his large hands through his hair.

“M-…-” Jimin started to say, but his nose picked up a scent he hadn't been introduced to before. As if the forest scent the demon had when they met was upgraded with a hint of a leather. His omega perked up for some reason, while he sniffed the air, unaware of the way he had been carefully watched at that moment.. “My heart has come,” he managed to say, “that could be the reason.”

“Oh?” the demon’s eyes darkened, “your heat?”

“I'm gonna handle it by myself,” Jimin made sure to say, “I just need to have food and drinks available. It wouldn't be bad.”

If only he knew how wrong he was.

How funny life was turning out to be indeed.

Luckily, the demon listened to Jimin's needs, and asked for his servants to bring the necessities to his chambers.

Suddenly, servants were going in and out of his room, bringing food, some water and more blankets.

Not knowing what to do with himself while others were in his room, Jimin decided to fix his hair. 

Usually omegas wouldn't do that, seeing as they will end up all sweaty and disheveled by the time their heat is gone, but that wasn't Jimin.

And honestly, he hated the fact that so many people entered his room, his safe place.

His omega was getting more restless by the minute.

That could be it.

The demons finally left the room, one by one, leaving a large mattress next to his bed.

“Why would they leave this here?” Jimin asked the king who had stayed behind, all confused.

“It's for me,” the demon king answered, making Jimin turn his whole self towards him and gawk at him.

“You said that you wouldn't touch me,” the prince said loudly.

“Who said anything about touching?” the king laughed deeply, “you probably would want that though,” he smirked.

“I wouldn't,” Jimin took a step to the front, getting in the demon's space, “you don't affect me, alpha.”

“And yet,” the king got closer to Jimin too, standing with only so little space between, “you come closer,” he said slowly.

“To show you I'm not affected,” Jimin made a small step, getting into the king's space even more. 

Much more.

And there, close to the source of that forest, mixed with leather - scent that makes his nose open more, and his eyes dilate, was when he first felt his knees weaken.

There, where the air felt heavy, and where the lights were too bright, he closed his eyes involuntarily, leaned and breathed in.

“Little Prince,” the king warned not moving an inch, “control your omega.”

“Alpha,” he just chased the source of the leather, closing his eyes, and trailing the demon's neck with his tiny nose. 

 “My name is Yoongi,” the king said, swaying his head a little, “and I'm not a wolf, so don't call me alpha.”

The prince's stance waivered, so Yoongi carefully lifted a very confused Jimin in his arms, bridal style, brought him and put him on the top of the omega’s rolled blankets and pillows on the bed.

“I want you to beg me,” Yoongi whispered into the omega's gentle neck right next to his pulsing scent gland, “but you, your human part. The omega part isn't for me.”

Jimin whined at the words, curling on the bed, “alpha…” he whispered, rolling on the sides. 

All restless, all sweaty, all worked up.

All beautiful 

“Alpha,” he kept winning, all frustrated, all bothered.

All consumed.

There was a fog on his mind, and he just couldn't think anything past that scent. 

Nothing else mattered.

Only that leather that he didn’t manage to pick up the first time he met the king.

Alpha.

He started rubbing his legs one with another, moving aimlessly, seeking something, but did not know what.

Usually he would just run hot when he would be in heat, so all these new sensations are just making him sensitive.

“Maybe you should drink some water,” Yoongi pulled Jimin by his chin and gently stroked his jaw.

And Jimin, with those pleading eyes and glistening face just whined sadly, “alpha, please.”

He was begging for something, but he didn’t know what.

All of this was so strange to him.

Lying down, wanting to roll around. 

Wanting to get on his hands and knees and offer himself.

Having these strange thoughts that are clearly coming from his omega.

So so strange. 

“I’m not your alpha,” the demon simply said.

“But you-,” the omega breathed out, trying to get the heat out of his body, “but now you don't even-” tears started to make their way on his beautiful face.

“Here,” Yoongi pulled an object from a bag that was placed next to the bed, and gave it to Jimin.

It was a wooden tool, covered with leather. The omega knew what it was, he had tools like that at his previous home, tools he had never used before. He never needed to.

He didn't understand why he would need that now too.

“Alpha.” he moaned suddenly, his robes too much and too rough on his body.

He started to pull them, aimlessly, sloppily, so that Yoongy had to help him out.

The omega was naked, sweaty, sticky and slick was starting to come out of his hole. 

It was a new sensation, something that Jimin has never felt before.

He felt-

Empty. So so empty.

His tears were wetter, and his body too, he turned to the source of damnation, and pleaded with those big eyes, “alpha…!”

But the demon just gave the tool to Jimin, guiding the confused omega, before he turned his back just as the omega cried out even more.

As much as the omega was against the tool, he started to touch it with his hands, looking at it, and dreading what he needed to do.

He slowly guided the tool across his body and aligned it to his hole.

It's not the tool that he needs, but he didn't know how to say it.

He started to slide the tool into his wetness and whined more than he moaned.

He was more frustrated than he was satisfied. But he tried, he really tried.

He moved his hands, and made sure that the tool was properly inside. He made sure the movements are satisfactory.

But nothing was right…

Why was nothing right?

*

“Please…. Please….” the omega kept mumbling as his hands were already giving in, already tired but still wanting more, “I need you alpha.”

But Yoongi just stood there. With his head turned around, not saying anything, not doing anything. Just being there.

The prince spilled all over his body for the ninth time, and collapsed once more.

Omega’s heats lasted for only three days, so him being in his heat for the sixth day was worrying. 

No matter the tool, no matter the effort, it didn’t matter, Jimin’s heat wasn’t giving in.

Yoongi had even ordered an enchanted tool that would knot the omega, but it was simply not enough.

Jimin was still feverish, still lost in the depths of his consciousness.

And, as much as Yoongi loved the pleas of the omega, prettily asking for his knot, presenting himself more than not, he wouldn't just take him. Not when Jimin’s human side wouldn’t approve of it.

Demons pray on human sins, but they would not cross that line.

Demons aren't filthy like humans are. And they took pride in that.

He might have been playing with Jimin, but he meant what he said to him the first day, an omega prince worthy of his throne, because he would share it. 

He wasn't playing games. He has spent countless lifetimes being alone on the throne.

He didn't hate it. He loved the serenity, the peace of it all.

But lately the moon goddess had been sending him dreams.

Dreams of an omega prince that lived far away, in a place that is unworthy of him.

He had wished he could dream of that prince even more often, demons don’t really dream. 

It was a beautiful scene, Jimin on the beach, walking towards him, tears of blood coming out of his eyes, as he smiled at Yoongi. 

So beautiful and so breathtaking. Yoongi knew that he had to have him. 

Next to him. Not under.

Thinking of those dreams made Yoongi fall asleep in the omega's chambers, with hopes of another dream of that smile.

As he was half asleep, the demon felt hands on his body. Hands that were smaller than most demons. 

All the while his robes were disappearing out of his body. He opened his eyes and-

The omega was nosing his now naked thighs, leaving skittish kisses and licks. 

Being dangerously near his length. 

Yoongi was only that strong. Blood was starting to go down there, making it hard for him to breathe.

The touches seemed so innocent, yet felt so sinful. 

And worst of it all? The omega had the tool still in his wetness, making the whole scene all the more intense.

It was so obscene, Yoongi’s eyes rolled on its own, him feeling pleasure with only so little.

As the omega started to come undone, he suddenly mumbled “mine” and bit the inside of Yoongi’s tight with all his might, piercing him and making him bleed, and strangely, making him come, covering the omega's face with his demon semen, some even went into those plush lips.

And then, for the first time in days, Jimin’s eyes seemed present.

“Oh no,” was all the prince said before he succumbed to a deep sleep.

The next time when he woke up, the omega was as greedy as before, the heat nowhere near done. 

Yoongi decided to take the tool himself, infuse it with his own enchantments, his own powers, and even put it inside of the omega’s hole himself.

Only then, did the heat wash over the spent body of the omega.

In the final moments of the heat, when the human mind was slowly coming back, Jimin started sobbing, Yoongi took mercy and pulled Jimin's smaller hand, kissing it softly, until the prince's breath evened out and he fell asleep.

The demon would leave the prince’s chambers the very next morning, just as the sun was about to send its first morning ray.