and the problem is, that the way you find your true mate, is indeed by their scent.
"maybe prince jimin's true mate found someone else."
"maybe prince jimin never had a true mate at all."
he wouldn't know.
he'd cry alone in his chambers at night, aching for something that wasn't there.
when he had leaned over to nose at jimin's neck while his parents watched from the side, jimin had felt something.
but the foreign alpha had leaned back with a grin on his face, taking jimin's hand and pressing a kiss against it.
jimin's mother had started weeping, holding the hand of the king tightly. his parents were so full of joy.
why didn't jimin feel anything?
"because it's my favorite season, mother."
because something didn't feel right.
at the door seonghun had kissed jimin's hand again, smooth lips pressing against his knuckles.
that night, he was relieved to get to his bed, expecting that the ache would be gone by now. his mate had found him after all.
jimin fell asleep peacefully.
he had yelled someone's name.
he tried to find the name from his mind, tried to make his mouth trace the syllables.
he couldn't remember.
seonghun would take him walks along the river and hold his hand.
he was too tall, too. making jimin feel like he was towering over him, like he was too far to reach.
jimin had felt cold, cold even though he was wearing the furs that seonghun had gifted him.
that night, jimin cried until he passed out, shivering under the heavy blankets of his bed.
when his instincts screamed louder than ever 'not him, not him! wrong, wrong!'
every day jimin felt colder.
how long had all the warmth been gone from him? he couldn't remember.
one morning in front of the mirror, jimin noticed the faint scratches on his chest.
a barely there, shape of an Y.
this time, instead of kissing jimin's hand or his cheek, the alpha had backed him up against the door. the breath jimin took in then, felt like drinking ice.
jimin had to fight off a shiver. it felt like he was slowly freezing against the door, his muscles as heavy as stones.
seonghun had leaned to nuzzle jimin's neck, his breath raising jimin's skin to goosebumps.
jimin had closed his eyes then, his instincts screaming for the one who could relieve his ache. when seonghun had placed his hands on his hips, the hands that felt so wrong and resentful, jimin couldn't take it anymore.
seonghun had leaned back than, eyebrows raised, but eyes lacking emotion. they were so green, so dark, it reminded jimin of poison.
there was something dangerous in his eyes when he straightened up. "in five weeks."
but he found out that he couldn't. when he tried, his body just froze in place, like a spell had been put on him.
the Y on his chest had become a permanent scratch.
his mother thought he was stressing about the wedding because he had become so pale, his skin too cold.
jimin couldn't tell her.
he was having dinner with his parents and seonghun, the alpha had charmed his mother over this first week at the castle.
"we are sorry to disturb your dinner, your highnesses. there is someone with an urgent message, and he refuses to leave until meeting the prince."
"let him in," jimin commanded, his voice hoarse.
jimin breathed in and it didn't feel cold. the man held his hands up, long fingers, calloused and just right.
black hair, slightly covering dark and sharp eyes. a soft nose, a swirling tattoo on the right cheek, beautiful.
and lips, with a perfectly curled cupid's bow.
the name echoed in the room before jimin even realized it had came out of his mouth.
the man breathed in then, longing in his eyes as he stepped forward. "it's me, love."
his parents were sitting, frozen in their places, horror in their eyes. seonghun was standing on top of the marble table, his eyes filled with fury.
seonghun's voice filled jimin with dread.
the only thing he could do was to watch as seonghun let the arrow fly.
time seemed to slow down when the arrow flew through the air.
jimin could see seonghun's eyes widening, the bow in his arms slowly melting away into the air.
and then a black web slithered along the floor, as swift as a lightning.
jimin found out that he didn't care if that happened.
"i might have been weak, once. but not anymore."
after a few seconds, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the prince's knees gave in at the warmth that traveled through his body, making his heart beat quickly, singing out in joy.
the man kneeled before him, cupping his cheeks and making them bloom into a shade of pink that hadn't been seen for so long.
his eyes were full of adoration and jimin felt like he was melting.
"you're my mate. my true mate," jimin whispered, couldn't bring himself to speak louder.
"i'm so sorry, love, that it took me so long to find you."
this is how it really feels. tingles dancing up and down your body.
this is what i was aching for all along.
tell me how you feel ~
days spent wrapped around each other, basking in the warmth of a bond, born of two kind of aches that fulfilled each other.
yoongi made him love colors even more.
a sunrise. a new begging.
painting the walls ended up to a silly play of tag, marking each other with colors.
jimin loved colors, but he loved them the most on yoongi.
and he was a mage. wielding powers that most wouldn't dare to even dream about.
and it was illegal for one to let magic flow through their veins.
the punishment was imprisonment for life.
only people who used magic for evil.
it was something the prince could never had experienced without the alpha.
the ballroom was almost pitch black, only one candle was lid on a tall candlestick, its shivering light illuminating yoongi's features while jimin watched,
and when the mage whispered secret words that jimin couldn't understand and threw his hands towards the ceiling, colours flied from them, different one from every single fingertip.
"yoongi," he let out with breathy laughter, watching his mate like he held the whole universe in his hands.
yoongi grinned then, something glimmering in his eyes. "the lights want to dance with you, love."
when people asked him about it, jimin just shook his head, looking down with an amazed smile on his face, cheeks coloring.
showing people the bite mark in between his shoulder and neck, the bite mark that had bloomed into a blossom of colours.
part of what made yoongi who he was, had crowned jimin as his.
jimin loved yoongi so much that he could feel it in every breath he took.
walking down the aisle towards his alpha, his alpha who would rule the country beside him, it felt like a dream to jimin.
jimin was warm now, he was peaceful.
he was so full of love that it radiated out of him to the people around him.
"yoongi?" jimin whispered quietly, squeezing his hands gently.
yoongi smiled wide, the tears glistening on his cheeks making him even more beautiful to jimin.
~ The End