Jungkook

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Jungkook lay next to an overturned cart, crushed under a broken banner. His face was whiter than snow, his lips blue.

“Jungkook…” Jimin fell to his knees, not feeling the pain in his broken kneecaps.

Hands trembling, they tore off their gloves, pressed them to the wounded man’s cheek, and caught the last warmth.

“I forbid you to die,” Jimin whispered, and his voice broke.

Jungkook's eyelashes fluttered. His dark eyes opened, but his gaze was cloudy and blurred. Did he recognize her? Or was he just...

“Your... Majesty...” Jungkook exhaled, and pink foam appeared on his lips.

"Be quiet," the king yanked at his cloak, ripping off buttons and folding the fabric to press it against the wound. His fingers immediately became sticky. "Breathe with me."

Jimin leaned close to his ear, smelling Jungkook's scent—blood, sweat, iron, and that elusive scent he remembered from their first meeting at the tournament five years ago. Back then, Jimin had fallen in love with the strike of his blade, the roll of his shoulders, the laughter echoing in the castle's stone vaults.

• Your Majesty... why do you need me...