He wondered whose palace it was and was again about to call out before the doors opened by themselves. Curious and still afraid, Jungkook hurried through the doors and inside.

The walls shone gold and amazing, swirling paintings hung on the walls. Tapestries and gemstones and mosaics and thrones were found in every room that Jungkook passed. He hadn't realised his mouth was hanging open. But as he explored, he noticed that the palace, although it was rich in materials, was bare of people.

Opening another door, Jungkook saw a glorious bedchamber with a steaming bath in one corner and a glass door leading to a balcony. The bed was veiled in satin sheets and fur blankets and looked so appealing.

Before he could think about it much, Jungkook was shedding his clothes and walking to the bath which he assumed had been drawn for him. As he lay in the steaming water, letting himself relax after the stressful day, he felt hands in his hair. He let out a shriek that he would have been ashamed of otherwise and spun around, only to see no one there.

"It's okay, young prince. We are your handmaidens. We are wind spirits. Do not be afraid," a light voice commanded him and Jungkook looked around the room to see his clothes being picked up and put away as well as various robes being laid out on the bed by invisible hands, each vying to be chosen.

Jungkook, although a little freaked out, decided to listen to the spirit. He lay back again and shut his eyes. The handmaiden washed his hair and the hot water soaked his body. For a short time, Jungkook felt calm.

When he felt sufficiently clean, he stepped out of the bath and walked towards the bed. He selected a cornflower blue silk robe and walked out of his room, following a floating candle to the most elaborate meal he had ever seen.

Jungkook's eyes devoured every part of the table before he even had a chance to sit down. There were meats from far more animals than Jungkook knew of, beautiful platters of food that looked too aesthetic to eat and chalices of every coloured liquid one could name.

Immediately, Jungkook sat down and started eating. He had never tasted such vivid flavours before and he lost himself in the meal. So what if the monster was fattening him up? He was too hungry to care about that.

Before long, Jungkook was totally stuffed. He had barely eaten anything, but he had had hearty meats and delicious combinations that left him completely satisfied and full.

A candle on the table lit itself and rose into the air. Jungkook stood and followed it. He was beginning to get used to things floating about in this strange, dreamy place. The candle led him back to the bedchamber. More invisible hands removed his robe and folded it neatly in a cabinet.

Jungkook slid under the sheets and sank into the mattress. If this was the last sleep he was ever to have, he was sure that it was to be the most comfortable. The curtains over the balcony drew shut and the door closed. A handmaiden asked,

"Are you comfortable, young prince?" Jungkook nodded and lay back in the soft bed. The candle set itself down on the side table. "Then goodnight." The flame extinguished and the room was shrouded in total darkness.

Jungkook turned onto his side, not quite tired enough to dream; just to think. Maybe he wouldn't be eaten after all. No creature treated its prey like this. Unless it was giving them a false sense of hope, one could suppose. But what would be the purpose of the handmaidens? Or the extravagance of the feast? The prophecy hadn't even stated that he would be harmed; just sacrificed.

Jungkook may have been about to stumble upon a conclusion, probably an incorrect one, if someone hadn't interrupted him. Jungkook felt a breeze enter the room, then the sheets lift beside him. He felt a figure enter the bed and slide in beside him.

Jungkook swallowed as he felt skin on his, a warm body against his. He was about to ask who they were when he felt a finger over his lips. He felt breath on his ear but wasn't afraid. Especially when a low, velvety, deep voice whispered,

"Please. No questions. Just let me make you happy."

Jungkook turned so he was on his back and he could sense the figure smiling. Suddenly, a kiss was pressed to his lips. It was soft and welcoming and, although it was his first, Jungkook thought that he could kiss this person forever.

His partner broke the kiss and ducked beneath the covers, pressing kisses and searching over Jungkook's body, each touch trailing fizzing, tingling pleasure. Jungkook wondered whether the fact that he couldn't see a thing enhanced or hindered the experience.

That night, Jungkook felt pleasure that he had never felt anything close to before. It had to be a dream; no feeling existed like this in the real world. He cried out, whimpered, screamed, even shed tears at how mind-blowingly good this person was making him feel. It was almost unbearably incredible. Almost.

The person, in turn, worshipped Jungkook in a way that, for the first time, made him feel no discomfort, no selfishness in himself at all. It just made him feel worthy. Breathy groans and impassioned moans flowed from his mouth, music to Jungkook's ears. Jungkook learned more about his lover's body in the space of mere hours than he knew about his own.

When they were both finished, Jungkook wrapped himself in his partner's limbs, embracing their warmth and letting himself fall into the pure satisfaction he felt now the night was alive.


Dawn broke. 3 seconds. Taehyung allowed himself 3 seconds to indulge still in Jungkook's comfort before reluctantly letting go of the prince. He took one last lingering, loving look at this beauty before flying out of the window, leaving the paradisical palace behind.

As he made his way home, Taehyung couldn't help but hate himself for the immense danger he was putting himself and Jungkook in. He was such an idiot, but his desire had been insatiable. He just couldn't help it.

This was his father's fault. If he hadn't been so jealous of the poor child, he would never have sent him down with that plan to make him fall in love with that goddamn pig. Although, was it Taehyung's fault for messing it up so badly?

It had been relatively simple. Shoot Jungkook with an arrow of love and make sure the first soul he saw was that of a pig. He would have been thrown out of the family for consorting with a swine.

And yet, the pig had to wriggle just then. Just when Taehyung was drawing the arrow. Just so Taehyung stabbed himself with the arrow. Just so the first soul he saw was Jungkook himself. Just so he fell impossibly deeply in love with Jungkook. At least he had enough time to dash out of the window, already planning to lie his ass off for the boy he had loved for longer than he had seen.

He had lied to the god of love. He had lied to his own father. All he had to do now was make absolutely sure that Hoseok never found out about what he had really done with Jungkook.

Upon returning to his father's palace in the morning, Taehyung nonchalantly greeted Hoseok like he always did.

"Ah, Taehyung!" his father responded, "How was your night? Get up to anything interesting?" he asked. Taehyung shrugged and sat on his throne, acting bored.

"Not really," he fibbed, "the usual mischief. Made a girl fall in love with her next-door neighbour. I'll see how that turns out soon enough I reckon." He wasn't used to lying and he wasn't sure if he was any good at it. Hoseok seemed not to suspect anything, though.


Jungkook awoke in the morning to find his lover gone. He was disappointed. He never even saw his face. Mind awash with memories of the night, he stood up, stretched and walked to the bath. His invisible handmaidens bathed him again and there was a new selection of glamorous outfits to choose from.

By the time Jungkook got out, he had figured out what the sacrifice had been. He hadn't been sold for his flesh or his bones or his soul; the prize had been his hand in marriage. He was still confused at why the gods were so afraid of what Jungkook saw (well, felt) to be a perfectly normal, if above average, young man.

He selected a comfortable black outfit and went to breakfast where there was an equally magnificent spread for him. Once he had finished eating, he asked one of the handmaidens,

"Who is the master of this palace?" The handmaiden simply replied,

"You are, Young Prince. We were instructed to serve you." Jungkook tilted his head.

"Who instructed you?" he asked.

"The Young Master. You met him last night, did you not?" came the reply.

"Okay... Who is the Young Master?" he tried to clarify. The spirits had other ideas.

"He is the Young Master." Understanding that he wasn't going to get a better answer than that, Jungkook decided to explore the palace. He had thought he had seen a piano earlier and he was curious what the acoustic was like in a place like this.

After some searching, Jungkook stumbled upon a smooth, white piano. He sat down on the comfortable, cushioned seat and started to play something Seokjin had taught him years ago.

As he got further into the melody, he found his fingers straying away from the correct keys, creating cringe-worthy clashes. Perplexed, Jungkook tried again. This time, his mind was practically invaded by memories of the night with 'the Young Master'. His hands slipped off the piano and he found himself becoming increasingly anxious for the coming evening.

Trying hard to contain his anticipation, he played something faster and more committed to memory. He spent the rest of the day exploring and, when dinner time came, he ate fast to get to what he had been looking forward to for the whole day.

Darkness fell and Jungkook waited anxiously in his bed, in the pitch black, for his lover to arrive. After what felt like years, he felt the covers shift and warm arms wrap around his torso.

"You stayed. I didn't know if you would," the familiar voice whispered. Jungkook giggled and replied,

"How could I leave? I was scared you wouldn't come back," he admitted. The hands on his hips flipped him around so they were facing each other. Not that it mattered, they couldn't see each other anyway.

"So you want me to stay?" The voice sounded hopeful and, despite the control Jungkook knew this man had, he had a hint of uncertainty. Jungkook smiled,

"Please? I want this every day," he whispered and he heard the Young Master chuckle.

"Then you will have it." He kissed Jungkook sweetly and it quickly turned into something a lot less careful but a thousand times more exciting. Jungkook's heart was beating out of his chest with happiness. He had what he wanted.

At the end of another passionate night, Jungkook was on the verge of drifting off in his partner's embrace when he felt something slip onto his finger. He didn't pay it much attention due to how worn out he felt.


Dawn broke. Okay, maybe four seconds this time. Taehyung gazed over his lover - no, husband - again and the last thing he thought before he flew away was how beautiful that ring looked on Jungkook's pretty hand.


Jungkook found his days slipping into a routine. A mind-numbing, explosive, volcanic night of love-making with his husband (he had been ecstatic to see the silver and blue band decorating his finger), only to find him gone in the morning. This was followed by a day of finding ways to pass the time until night time again.

The wind spirits were at his every beck and call. If he asked for anything, he would be provided with it soon enough. Everything, except for his husband's name. That one fact pressed on his mind most of the time.

One night, after weeks? Maybe months? Time was tricky and Jungkook soon lost count of the days. Anyway, one night, he was lying in bed next to his husband. He turned to face him, still unable to see.

"Can you tell me your name?" he pleaded. There was a long pause and Jungkook wondered whether he was asleep. Then,

"No. I'm sorry, Jungkook. You can call me whatever you want, though," the deep voice replied. Jungkook smirked.

"Everyone calls you Master. That works for me. But, can I at least see you? I want to know your face as well as I know the rest of you." He traced a line down his "Master's" chest and felt a soft hand wrap around his wrist.

"I'm sorry. I can't. You can have everything you want but... Not those things. I'm sorry." Jungkook felt his soft sighs and pulled him closer.

"It's okay. I suppose I don't really need to see you. I love you anyway." Jungkook didn't have time to process what he had said before his Master buried his head in Jungkook's shoulder and said,

"I love you, too."

Lol cute amirite?

Next week is Imaginary Pt2 and the week after that 1st Grade gets updated after like 4 months so look forward to it!