MY KING (Vmin)
Waiting for My King
I’m 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲. And yes, I know, I look like an 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹.
But 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘀 can be lethal when someone messes with their toys.
Right now, I’m standing outside the principal’s office at 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻, my little pout perfected, hiding my precious doll behind my back. She’s mine. 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆.
I even made her clothes myself. She’s basically my mini-me. 𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲.
The reason I’m here? Well… I kind of broke a kid’s nose. Technically, it was two kids, but who’s counting? Their parents are inside panicking, 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 like 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘀.
Honestly, it’s kind of funny. They’re crying and flailing, and the blood is kind of… red. Bright red. Nurse already patched them up, but it still makes me giggle a little. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲.
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.
He’s not here yet, but the moment he arrives, everything will be perfect. He’ll protect me.
𝗛𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗯𝗲𝘆. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗼, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲.
I kicked the kid because he was teasing me. About my doll. About me. He tried to grab her, my doll, and I said
But he didn’t listen. So… boom. Nose-bloody. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱. And then, when the other kid tried to stop me, I gave him a little lesson too.
Yeah, maybe I went a bit far, but they started it. They should have respected me. 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻, 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹.
So I stood there, balancing my doll behind my back, glaring at the principal like, Really, do you think you can lecture me? He called me in, wagging a finger at me.
Lee Byung-hun [Jimin's Principle]
I told you to sit, 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻
He finally says, like I’m supposed to obey.
Kim Jimin
I’ll sit when my king arrives. Not before.
I muttered, ignoring him completely.
Then came the sound I’d been waiting for—the distant roar of engines. Cars arrived like a parade of thunder, doors opening, men in dark suits swarming around like shadows.
I can see him through the glass. He’s tall. Way taller than anyone my little five-year-old eyes have ever seen.
𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦—𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.
Everyone in the room looked tense. Even the principal looks nervous around him... but me? I giggled quietly behind my doll. Oh, how I loved this. He might be cold, he might be scary, but I knew him. He would never hurt me. He could never.
𝗠𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 is twenty. But he doesn’t just look twenty. He looks older. Stronger. Like someone carved out of marble and wrapped in storms. I feel a tiny tug in my chest. 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆. 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿.
The principal says something polite. Probably.
Lee Byung-hun [Jimin's Principle]
Thank you for coming, Your Majesty, even though—
Or some nonsense. I roll my eyes again. He doesn’t need to thank you. 𝗛𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲.
Kim Jimin
Thanks? He has to come. 𝗛𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱. *whispered to my doll*
I wait, shifting from foot to foot. My doll peeks out from behind my back like she’s judging me. I whisper to her
Kim Jimin
See? 𝗠𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 doesn’t need reasons. He just comes for me.
I twirled a little, imagining what would happen when he finally noticed me. I could already feel it—his dark eyes locking onto mine, the way he always made my heart thump faster.
Inside, my little legs are twitching. I want to run to him. To throw myself in his arms. But I stay put. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲... 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴... 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
I glance around the office. Other kids are staring. Parents are flustered. Secretly, I enjoy it. They should be terrified.
𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹.
•• 𝘐 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. ••
I clutch my doll tighter. A small smirk curls on my lips.
Kim Jimin
Just wait, little one *whisper softly*
Kim Jimin
𝗛𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗠𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻… 𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.
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So… what did you think of our first chapter? Our little Jimin—sweet, dangerous, and already obsessed.
Author
And what about King Taehyung~ so cold, so unreadable, like he carries a storm behind those eyes?
Author
This story isn’t a romance it’s a royal circus with extra obsession, jealousy, and a dash of chaos 😂💔
Author
Now tell me~ who’s the real danger here? The King with no patience or the boy who’s already planning their wedding in crayon? 😈💅🏻
The King and His Tiny Queen
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙏𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗺 of the school was quiet that morning, but inside the 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝗹'𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲, tension was thicker than the snow outside.
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 sat on the oversized leather sofa at the far end, his posture rigid, perfectly straight as though carved from marble.
Behind him, a silent army of bodyguards stood like statues, guns glinting faintly, eyes scanning every corner. The principal hovered nervously in front of him, while the parents of the injured child shifted uncomfortably, their polite fear evident.
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 had become 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 only days ago.
His father had passed, leaving the crown in the hands of someone still just 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆, yet he moved with the certainty and precision of a ruler who had lived a hundred years.
Perfect in everything, disciplined in every motion, he carried 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗲𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗹𝘆.
Yet the rumors whispered among courtiers and citizens alike—he was a 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝗿, a 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 and 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 to 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲… but as a 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱? That, no one could claim to know.
And now, here he was, staring straight ahead, not even glancing at the chaos in front of him.
On the other side of the room, 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻, all five years of him, sat on the chair swinging his tiny legs, the royal doll tucked firmly in his arms.
He smirked, utterly unconcerned, completely unbothered by the adults hovering tensely around him. His eyes sparkled with mischief.
Lee Byung-hun [Jimin's Principle]
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 *voice trembling*
Lee Byung-hun [Jimin's Principle]
We apologize for disturbing you. It’s just… the young queen—he… there was an incident.
Taehyung didn’t blink. His gaze stayed on the snow-dusted window.
The parents spoke cautiously. “Our child… was hurt, Your Majesty. We were told it was… by the Queen.”
Jimin’s tiny hand tightened around the doll’s dress.
Kim Jimin
*Pout turned into a grin*
Pfft. Yeah, They deserved it
Kim Jimin
*hugging his doll tighter*
They tried to take her. No one touches what’s mine.
The words hung in the air, childish yet fierce.
Taehyung’s gaze didn’t move. Not once. His expression unreadable. Then, his voice finally cut through the room.
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴 asked finally, his voice low and controlled, directed to 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 without ever looking at him.
Jimin looked up casually, legs swinging.
Kim Jimin
Oh, those kids… they were making fun of my doll. And me, too.
He said, small chin poked out proudly.
Kim Jimin
And then… they tried to take her from me. I told them to stop. I warned them. But they didn’t listen. And you know… this is mine. My doll, my mom gave it to me. I don’t share. So I… kicked them.
Kim Taehyung
*Voice was flat but 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥*
And the others?
Jimin’s eyes widened, as if speaking for a king might be dangerous but, of course, he wasn’t scared.
Kim Jimin
𝗠𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴… I hit the others too *said, pointing proudly*
Kim Jimin
They tried to protect the first one from me! I had to stop them too. I had to protect my doll. Isn’t that right, 𝗠𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴?
For a moment, Taehyung looked at the children. They shrank back under his gaze, guilt pooling in their eyes.
They hurriedly said “sorry,” stumbling over their words. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t have…”
Jimin grinned, smirking with all the sass a five-year-old could muster.
Kim Jimin
See? I told you 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 is strong. Everyone’s scared of him.
Taehyung turned his face toward him, voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that made even the guards stiffen.
Kim Taehyung
Enough, 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻.
Then Taehyung leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking onto his husband.
Kim Taehyung
You will apologise.
Jimin’s eyes widened. His little mouth twitched in defiance.
Kim Jimin
No! I didn’t do anything wrong. I won’t apologize.
Kim Taehyung
Jimin. *voice was ice slow, commanding, absolute*
Kim Taehyung
You are 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻. Which means every eye watches you. Every word you speak carries my name. You will apologize, not because you are wrong… but because a ruler must know when to bend.
Jimin’s legs swung faster, doll clutched tight, and he marched forward like a tiny general.
Kim Jimin
I won’t! My king, I didn’t do this because I’m mean. I did it to protect myself and my doll! If they hadn’t bothered us, none of this would have happened! Just like you protect your people, I protect mine!
Taehyung’s eyes locked on him, dangerous yet strangely approving, as though he could see the fire in the boy’s little heart.
Jimin’s smirk remained. Finally, with a little sigh and a dramatic roll of his eyes, he turned to the children.
Kim Jimin
Fine *said, voice dripping sass*
Kim Jimin
I’m sorry. But only because I feel like it. Not because I have to.
The children gulped. Their parents whispered a frantic “thank you” as Taehyung motioned to the principal.
Kim Taehyung
Compensate them.
The principal scrambled to obey, and soon coins and notes were quietly handed over.
Taehyung stood. The room froze. His presence was gravity itself, and all present rose instinctively. Without a glance at Jimin, he walked past the children, past the parents, past the trembling staff, out the door. His bodyguards followed like shadows, guns at the ready.
Jimin scrambled after him with his tiny legs, flailing arms, and gleeful grin, clutching his doll.
Kim Jimin
Wait, my king! Don’t leave without me!
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the office collectively exhaled. The tension that had held them captive evaporated like smoke. Finally, they could breathe again, as if the storm had passed.
But outside, in the hall, Jimin’s eyes gleamed. His king was gone for now, but he was his. His husband. His protector. And no one—not the principal, not the children, not the world—could change that.
𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴.
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The Little Queen and His Dark King
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜
It had been two months and ten days since I last saw him. I counted every morning on my fingers sometimes even on my toes just to be sure. He’s always busy ruling the kingdom, reading those long papers full of boring words, but he still comes whenever I get into trouble. I don’t know how he knows, he just… appears. Like magic wrapped in black silk.
He never talks much to me though.
Actually, he never talks much to anyone.
His face is always blank like a statue carved from cold stone and I’ve never seen him smile. Not even once. But that’s okay. Kings don’t have to smile. Kings just have to look powerful.
We’ve been “married” for a year now—or at least that’s what everyone says. I don’t remember it. Mom told me the story, how fate tied us together. I just know one thing: 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲. And someday I’ll be tall and strong like him, and we’ll rule together. He’ll be King Taehyung and I’ll be Queen Jimin. Perfect.
After school I always ride back to the royal palace. The gates shine gold in the afternoon light, soldiers stand straight as trees, and every person I pass bows so low I can barely see their faces. I love that part. I love the sound of my shoes tapping on the marble floor while everyone whispers “𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻.”
Mom says a queen must always walk with respect—𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵.
Inside my chambers, my favorite maid, Hana, waits for me. She’s the only one I trust besides my king. She brushes my hair and scolds me softly when I climb on the window ledge pretending it’s a throne. I tell her
Kim Jimin
Don’t worry, I won’t fall. Queens don’t fall—they float.
I’m halfway through telling my doll about my heroic morning when the door opens. It’s her.
Actually, she doesn’t like me first, so technically, I started it second.
The servants bowed deeply, and so did I because respect is respect, even when it’s wasted. She walked in wearing heavy gold jewelry that looked like it could crush her neck. Her face was pale and tight, her smile sharp enough to cut glass.
Mrs. Kim
Your behavior has embarrassed this family again *began, voice sweet like spoiled sugar*
Mrs. Kim
I heard your little incident at school. You think breaking noses and calling yourself ‘future queen’ makes you powerful?
I looked at her quietly, clutching my doll. Then I said with my best polite smile,
Kim Jimin
It wasn’t little, Your Majesty. It was a perfectly aimed kick.
Her face froze. The servants’ eyes widened. I could almost hear them praying for my soul.
Mrs. Kim
Do you even understand what you’ve done? Your husband had to leave an important council meeting in another city to handle your childish mess! You’ve tarnished his name.
Kim Jimin
But… he came for me, didn’t he? *Tilted my head*
Mrs. Kim
You— *Hands trembled slightly*
Kim Jimin
And *interrupted sweetly*
Kim Jimin
I Already explained everything to my king. If he forgave me, why should I explain myself to anyone else?
Mrs. Kim
*Eyes widen* How dare you speak to me like that? I am the king’s mother!
Kim Jimin
Then maybe *sweetly, tilting my head*
Kim Jimin
you should also speak kindly to me. I’m the king’s future queen, after all.
The maids gasp softly. Her face turns red like a ripe tomato.
Mrs. Kim
Out *snaps at the servants*
The maids scatter instantly. When the door closes, she rounds on me again, scolding, listing every tiny mistake she can find. I just stand there, nodding politely, until she finally pauses to breathe. Then I bow, perfectly.
Kim Jimin
Thank you for your advice, Your Majesty. But my mom is waiting for me now. We can talk later *say with the biggest, fakest smile*
And then I turn and leave. I can almost hear her fuming behind me.
The hallways stretch forever. I walk and walk, my short legs getting tired. Why is our palace so big? When I grow up, I’m going to make smaller hallways—or maybe longer legs. Yes, that’s easier.
By the time I reach the guest wing, my little heart feels like it’s bouncing out of my chest. I push open the heavy door, and there she is—my mom, Lisa, sitting on the bed eating fruit like she owns the whole world. She looks like sunlight.
Kim Jimin
Mom! *shout, running straight into her arms*
She laughed softly, her perfume wrapping around me like magic.
Kim Lalisa
There’s my little prince.
Kim Jimin
𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 *corrected, lifting my chin proudly*
She smiled, eyes sparkling like sunlight.
Kim Lalisa
Oh, right. How could I forget? The future queen of the great Kingdom of Eloria.
I giggled and crawled onto her lap, tugging at the ends of her robe. She kissed my cheeks over and over until I started giggling too much to breathe. Her hands slid through my hair gently.
Kim Lalisa
You’ve been behaving, right, sweetheart?
Kim Jimin
*Blinked, pretending to think* Hmm… mostly.
Kim Lalisa
Mostly? *repeated suspiciously*
Kim Jimin
Well… *looked at the floor*
Kim Jimin
I might have broken someone’s nose.
Kim Lalisa
*Gasped* Jimin!
Kim Jimin
In my defense *quickly*
Kim Jimin
he touched my doll first.
Mom sighed the kind of sigh that means she loves me but also wants to throw me in a lake.
Kim Lalisa
You’re just like your king. Too proud. Too stubborn.
Kim Jimin
*Grinned wide* That’s why he likes me.
Kim Lalisa
Does he now? *teased*
I nodded, serious this time.
Kim Jimin
He doesn’t say it… but he came for me again. He always does.
She went quiet for a moment—smiling in that sad way adults do when they’re hiding something.
Kim Lalisa
You should always listen to your king, Jiminie. Never make him angry. And never trust anyone here except him.
I puffed my cheeks dramatically.
Kim Jimin
Mom, you say that every time!
Kim Lalisa
I’ll keep saying it *said, pinching my nose*
Kim Lalisa
Until you remember it even in your sleep.
Kim Jimin
*Rolled my eyes* I already remember! I only trust two people in this world—one is you, and the other is my king.
Her eyes softened. She kissed my forehead again.
Kim Lalisa
Never give away what’s yours, Jimin. Not your things, not your heart. And especially not your king. Promise me.
Kim Jimin
*Frowned* You’re being weird again. Did you fight with Dad?
Kim Lalisa
*Eyes darken* To fight with your father, I’d have to exist in his world first.
Kim Lalisa
He’s happy with his other wife now. Kim Seokjin. We don’t matter to him anymore. *Gives a bitter laugh*
Kim Jimin
Then stop thinking about him, Mom. If he doesn’t care about us, why should we care about him? Anyway, he only had one child me. Who’s going to be with him in his last days? No one. That’s his punishment.
Kim Lalisa
*Sighed* Don’t talk like that about your father.
Kim Jimin
Why not? *crossing my tiny arms*
Kim Jimin
Anyone who hurts my mom is my enemy. Even if he’s my dad.
Her eyes glistened with tears, but she smiled.
Kim Lalisa
You’re the only one who loves me so fiercely, my Jiminie.
I leaned forward and kissed the tear that escaped down her cheek.
Kim Jimin
Don’t cry, okay? You’re too pretty to cry.
That made her laugh again—soft, broken, beautiful.
Kim Lalisa
You sound just like king when you say things like that.
I smirked, tilting my head like I’d seen Taehyung do.
Kim Jimin
Good. Then I’m practicing for when I grow up.
She shook her head, smiling through her sadness.
Kim Lalisa
You’re impossible.
Kim Jimin
I’m royal *corrected proudly*
Mom chuckled, brushing my hair back.
Kim Lalisa
I came to tell you I’m leaving tomorrow, baby. So tonight… you can sleep here with me.
Kim Jimin
Really?! *gasped, instantly clapping my hands*
Kim Jimin
Then I’m not leaving your side all night!
Kim Lalisa
Good *whispered, kissing my temple again*
Kim Lalisa
Just… don’t grow up too fast, my little queen.
But I already knew I would.
Because one day, I’d be just like my king—tall, strong, and quiet.
And maybe then… he’d finally smile at me.
Author
You loved my other stories, didn’t you? Then trust me, this one will drag you in deeper darker, softer, and more dangerous. Don’t just read in silence… whisper something back, let me know you’re feeling it too.
Author
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