Amoré

Jimin's POV

"Okay, I can do this. I will do this." I muttered to myself. It's not hard, just a game of a few minutes, I'll be free, and won't have to put up to her anymore.

God! I'm so sick of her. She thinks she can control me and use me as her pawn? Never.

I thought.

My hand moved under my pillow, and there it is. My scalpel. Its cold metal brushed my fingers, and I was relieved that it's still there. I sighed and laid back on the plush bed, my body sinking in the silk sheets.

I lay there staring at the ceiling for a while until—

*CREAK*...*CREAK*

She's here!

I quickly squinted my eyes shut and pulled the blankets over me. I pretended to sleep, and I bet I'm a pretty good actor.

I could hear her approaching, every creak of floorboard, and the thump of her feet synched with my racing heartbeat.

I lay there for a moment until the footsteps stopped just outside the room. I held my breath. Then—

*KNOCK*

It came once, but I didn't dare make a sound. The door creaked open, and I'm sure she could hear the loud pounding of my heart in the tense silence of the empty mansion.

The footsteps echoed again and stopped again, but this time next to the bed. Next to me. I kept pretending to be asleep as I don't want my plan to go south.

Then, a soft press of lips on my forehead. My breath hitched, but I didn't move. Just completely still.

"Good night." she whispered, her warm breath ghosting over my forehead.

A soft sigh left my parted lips and I could feel her smIle against my forehead as she again planted another gentle kiss there like I'm made of fragile glass before she pulled away.

I heard the soft rustle of clothes around the silent room, and I could tell she's going about her night routine.

After a moment, I felt the mattress dip beside me. She's laying beside me, but never touching. Why? I told her so.

I shifted in my position. Just slightly so she might not suspect that I'm awake. The smell of gunpowder, her cologne— cardamom and sandalwood— and something uniquely her filled my nostrils. It was enough to drive people dizzy, but not me. Never me.

But... It did affect me— Damn it! I shouldn't be thinking of her.

Minutes passed in silence, and I could feel her breath steadying out. I creaked my left eye open, and saw her asleep. I sighed again and propped myself on my elbow.

My hand again slid under my pillow and I grabbed the scalpel in my fist.

And in one swift motion— I straddled her, her hands held under my knees while i grabbed the collar of her white T-shirt, and

pressed the scalpel on her throat.

I felt her shift under me, and tightened my hold on her.

"Don't move!" I breathed out, her eyes fluttered open.

She didn't seem scared. The Queen is never scared. Instead, she smiled.

"Your hands are shaking." she said, her voice hoarse from disuse. "amoré."

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Hey, everyone! This is Your author 'Chammy Chimmy'.

This is my first work on any fanfic. Hope you love it 😘

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