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“Are you excited about your first performance at the royal court?” Hoseok asked wrapping an arm around Jaemin’s shoulder.
“Yes” Jaemin smiled up at his older lover but sighed after. “But, I am nervous. Will I perform well? What if I fumble? Would the king have me executed?” He concerned.
“Rest assured. You will do good, you are the best dancer here.” Namjoon assured, making Jaemin’s cheeks heat up, who smiled shyly. It’s just been few weaks since they are together and he hasn’t get used to their compliments.
It was Jaemin’s first peformance in front of the king. There weren’t any festival after he reached the palace and the King was really busy. And now that it’s the King’s birthday, he got to show his talent for the first time. So, it was normal for him to get nervous.
“Don’t worry, love. We will be there with you.” Taehyung pulled him in to a gentle kiss, making his heart flutter in excitement.
“Wish you success.” Jungkook pulled him in to his lap, pecking his neck with a bunny smile.
“Thank you.” Jaemin’s already red cheeks darkened.
“Jaeminie,” Seokjin singsonged as he walked in to the room, with a bowl of sweet rice cakes. “Eat this, for good luck.” He hold up one in front of his face for him to take a bite.
Nodding Jaemin opened his mouth and bite on the cake, also biting along his oldest lover’s fingers softly. Then giggled afterwards, with his cheeks puffed up with the sweet rice cake.
“Are you being naughty?” Yoongi walked in to the room, with a slight smirk on his lips, his cat like eyes dark, sending a goosebumps across Jaemin’s skin.
“No.” He laughed, the other joining him.
With the six of them, Jaemin was happy.
In his whole life, he never thought he will get a chance to feel what true love feels like. He only saw love in books. In real life, people just pretend to love, because they needed something from you. Since his childhood, he never saw people loving each other unconditionally. His neighbors, relatives, friends, he had seen all of them suffering in he name of love. The only perfect lovers he know is, his parents. But he only seen a glimpse of it in childhood, because his mother passed away when he was six. But even after, his father hadn’t remarried. So he can say, his parents have the best love story in the world.
But, finding someone who will love you unconditionally is not easy, in this selfish world.
But here he is, not only one, but six lovers, who loves him so much, who he loves so much, who is ready to protect him at all cost.
So Jaemin was happy with them.
“Come on now. Get ready. We will practice once more before the time.” Hoseok said, pushing Taehyung out of his lap softly.
They all nodded and followed him out of the room to the dance hall.
After an hour of last practice and getting ready, they found themselves in front of the King.
The King seemed to be in his twenties, wearing a crimson brocade hanbok, golden dragon embroidered on it. He sat on the expensive carved throne adorned with gold, and a beautiful crown rest on his head screaming for respect. His eyes were deep and fierce sending shivers down Jaemin’s spine.
Under the King’s piercing gaze and other officials judging looks, Jaemin felt more nervous, even though his lovers were already around him waiting for the music to start.
Jaemin wiped his sweaty hands on the fabric of purple clothes he was wearing. Closing eyes, he took a deep breath.
But as soon as the music started, his body melted, moving flawlessly on the carpeted floor, as his lovers danced around him along with the music.
The whole crowd watched the performance with wide eyes and mouth. The seven people fluttered like colorful butterflies in the middle of the stage, pleasing all of their eyes.
As the music ended, they all completed the dance with a nineteen degree bow. The loud applause could be heard in the court, as the seven of them stood there facing the King, with their head a little low.
“Beautiful.” The King clapped his hands with a wide smile. But it was his cruel eyes that made Jaemin shudder. His piercing gaze was stuck on him, ignoring the other six on the stage, making him uncomfortable. “What is your name?” The King asked, the mysterious smile never leaving his lips.
“Park Jaemin, Your Majesty.” Jaemin bowed his head in respect.
“Hmmm.” The King hummed, his eyes wandering all over Jaemin’s body.
Without taking off his eyes from Jaemin, the King took out one of his necklace and hold it out. “Come here and take this.”
Jaemin heard gasps from the people around him.
It’s really honorable to have the King gift you the jewellery he was wearing. Usually he will only announce ths reward. So it’s surprised them, that a dancer earned that honor.
But for Jaemin, he felt like he is called in to a lion’s den who is waiting for his prey.
Even though his heart scream him to not go, he can’t refuse the King, he will definitely be executed if he does so.
Ignoring the bad feeling in his heart, Jaemin walked towards the throne, climbing the few steps to reach there. He extended both of his hands for the King to place the necklace in it.
But to his dismay, the King waited for him to take the necklace from his hand.
Gulping the down the fear he felt, Jaemin took the necklace from the King’s hand, thanking him. As he did so, the King’s hands rubbed against him, erupting goosebumps of fear on his body.
It was not that kind of goosebumps you get, when you are excited. Instead, It’s that feeling if you walk through a graveyard at night and hear whispers.
It’s terrifying, will make you cry and make you want to run away from there. And Jaemin felt it all when the man’s fingers brushed against his.
Namjoon looked at Jimin, who had his eyes closed, eye lashes fanning on his pale cheeks, as he leaned on to the mirror with the open book on his lap and hands curled in to tiny fist. His cheek was pressed against the mirror, lips parted forming in to an adorable pout. He admired their seventh lover.
He fell asleep between Namjoon talking, and none of them didn’t want to wake him up.
“Adorable.” Jungkook whispered, not wanting to wake the smaller up.
With a fond smile, they all stared at his sleeping form. He looks so tired. The dark circles under his eyes are evident. But still the most beautiful person exist in the world.
Namjoon sighed. They are the reason, Jimin is in this state. And he felt guilty.
“He is beautiful.” Taehyung shuffled closer to Jimin’s sleeping form, and dragged his fingers along the glass, as if tracing the smaller’s facial features. Leaning in he pressed his lips against the glass, where Jimin’s cheek was pressed against.
Jungkook also sat by Taehyung, watching their seventh lover sleeping peacefully.
“I want to hold him.” Seokjin mumbled, a lone tear escaping his eyes. “I miss him so much.”
“It’s okay everything will be okay.” Hoseok hugged the eldest and comforted him.
Feeling a hand on his back, Namjoon turned his head to find Yoongi shooting him a sad smile. His long, pale fingers wiped the tears from Namjoon’s cheeks, which he didn’t even know when came out.
A strangled sob escaped Namjoon’s lips, as Yoongi pulled him in to a hug.
It’s been years Namjoon last cried like this. He and Yoongi had been the strongest of them all, or he tried his best to pretend to be strong, for the sake of his lovers.
But now, Namjoon felt himself crumbling at the sight of their lover, sleeping next to them. He wanted to hold him, but the younger was far away from reach, but still so close to them. He felt helpless.
But he believes, Jimin will definitely let them out of here. And then he can can hold the man in his arms hug him, kiss him, see him whenever he want.
A question popped up in his mind.
Can he? Will Jimin agree to be with them? Will Jimin let them hold him? Will Jimin allowed them to touch him?
Jimin doesn’t have much memory of his previous life. According to what he said, Jimin only know some of the events that happened through his dreams. And most of them were blurry.
So, will he be ready to be with them when they are out of here? Will he love them back? How will their life be after lifting the curse?
The questions floated in Namjoon’s brain, as he stayed in Yoongi’s hands wrapped around him.
He watched Jimin’s peaceful sleeping face, so does others. They all stayed like that for long time, their eyes never leaving Jimin’s face.
Until, a loud music filled the room, pulling them out of their trance. They all perked up.
What’s going on? Where is the song coming from?
Jimin startled awake by the music and picked up the same black rectangular thing from his pocket. Gliding his fingers across it, he pressed it against his ear.
“Hello.” Jimin mumbled rubbing his eyes. “Yes I am coming. Thank you.”
Standing up, Jimin looked at them. “I am sorry, I fell asleep. I will comeback tomorrow and listen to rest of it. For now I am leaving. It’s already late.”
With that Jimin picked up the book and hugged it closer to his chest and made his way out of the room, before flashing a reassuring smile towards them.
That smile eased half of Namjoon’s tension, but he was still afraid that things could be changed.
Hugging the book close to his chest, Jimin cautiously walked through the stairs. He was late. It’s already past four o’clock, and by the five all the crew will be up.
Thanks to Wonhee, who called him to wake up. If not, he would have got caught.
“Why did you go upstairs?” Jimin got startled hearing Bora’s voice. She was standing outside Jimin’s door, with Wonhee, who had an apologetic expression on him.
Jimin glared at Wonhee, who mouthed a ‘sorry’.
“I am asking you something, Jimin.” Bora crossed her arms on chest. “Don’t glare at him.”
“I- I-” Jimin fumbled with the words, not knowing how to reply to it.
“First, let’s go inside. I don’t want someone to hear us.” Bora looked at the book in his hand suspiciously.
Clearing his throat Jimin opened the door to his room, and let them in before closing it.
He is done.
Hope you like this chapter π₯°π
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