#alien!jimin

However, as much as you liked them, you couldn’t help the urge that rose within you to make a break for it the second their backs were turned—you’d lived your life thus far in a solitary manner, and at this stage it was your comfort zone as much as it was a reminder of the crippling loneliness you crossed the galaxy to flee. It wasn’t all that hard to slip beneath the radar of your babysitters, especially not when you left some baked goods from the kitchen on the table as a distraction. It was easier than it probably should have been to slip out the door and sneak away, and you would have felt slightly guilty for tricking them if you thought they were going to get into that much trouble. Neither Jimin nor Seokjin seemed the type to really punish them, though, so you were appeased in that sense and continued on your journey through the castle.

On this particular occasion, you’d gone as far as to plot how to get out, but you hadn’t really planned beyond that. You kind of wanted to check out the gardens and structures outside of the palace, but now that you were out… to be honest, you were a little hungry. Plus, you kind of wanted to explore the gardens with one of the humans you’d met and liked to think you’d become friends with—preferably Taehyung, because he was funny with the grudge he seemed intent on holding, or Namjoon, since he hadn’t been here that much longer than you but seemed to know everything there was to know about this planet and its rulers.

Back to the topic at hand, that being your stomach— one of the first places you’d become familiar with was the palace kitchens, admittedly with an ulterior motive in mind. You were, above all else, very much a woman who lived by her stomach. You weren’t scared of much, or even really scared of death, but if asked one of the most terrifying ways you could think to die was of starvation. A shudder rolled down your spine at the thought as you slipped down a familiar hallway, the route you were travelling being one you had committed to memory very early on. In all honesty, you truly liked the interior design of this place, the runes and patterns that belonged to the occupants of this planet exclusively. It was familiar, in a way, but also incredibly different to anything you’d ever seen and made something glow warmly in your chest upon each glimpse. You really liked it.

Thankfully for you, the trip to the kitchens from your room was not at all a long one. A part of you wondered if your guard friends had noticed your absence yet, and what they would do once they did. They’d probably flounder, then bicker a bit. The thought made you giggle.

Soon enough, the large obsidian double doors that marked the main entrance into the kitchen came into view and you were almost skipping for joy, already imagining the taste of the different foods you might find against your tongue. There was one dish in particular, a dessert you were pretty sure, that was a pretty blend of fuchsia and aquamarine, light and fluffy, and was absolutely delectable in its combination of salty and sweet flavours, with a hint of something else you couldn’t quite identify but loved nonetheless. That had to be your favourite of all the things you’d tried in your stay here, and that was a lot—especially with Joy indulging your every whim and fancy.

To your complete and utter surprise, it was that very person who greeted your eyes as you pushed open one massive door and stepped into the palace kitchens. Inky hair braided back into a low ponytail of sorts, with the rest of her locks falling in waves down her back; her tall figure and animated hand movements were unmistakeable even with her back to you as she spoke with one of the staff. You quite liked what she was wearing today—it reminded you of a pantsuit with slits up the legs and a slim slit down her spine. For a moment you simply admired how pretty she was, with her light golden-toned skin and raven hair contrasting with the deep crimson of the silken cloth. Gosh, at this point you were sure everyone on this planet had won the genetic lottery in some way, it was a bit unfair. It took all your might not to grow self-conscious where you stood in all your less-stunning, less-ethereal, painfully human glory. Sub-consciously, you adjusted the material of your own cropped shirt and flowing pants combo.

You overheard a brief snippet of the conversation, foreign words in a language that was completely unfamiliar to your ears washing over you. You had no idea what they were saying but you liked how it sounded, the clicks and rolling sound…. Hypnotic. You were loathe to break it up but were growing antsy where you stood, and so reluctantly made a move.

“Joy!” you burst loudly, making one of the chefs to your left jump and send you a prompt glare, marks across their face glowing an embarrassed, cherry red. You were quick to scuttle over the few feet remaining between you and Joy and throw your arms around her slim waist. “I missed you! You haven’t come to visit me in days! Weeks! Eons!”

To her credit, the powerful Kelkie woman didn’t flip her shit and attempt to pin you to the floor in self-defence as she had the first time you’d sprung your ridiculous dramatics upon her. No, at this point she was well-accustomed to your antics and barely even stiffened in your hold. The person she had been talking too seemed much more startled, however, if the sharp flinch and loud expletive in another tongue was anything to go by. Curious as to who you’d managed to garner such a reaction from, you swung your head around Joy to peek—and promptly grinned.

“You are awfully clingy,” Joy observed, amused, and you rested your chin on her shoulder, her airy voice tinkling melodiously in your ear. “You are lucky you are my favourite human.”

Jimin’s wide eyes were still stuck flicking between you and where you had your hold on Joy as you slipped your arms from around her waist, taking a step around her so you were by her side and moving the arm to sling around her shoulder. Your eyes swept over him, taking in the way his plush lips were parted and a silver choker gleamed around his throat to match the jewellery in his ears. He was a lot more surprised to see you than you might have pegged, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and you’d take any reaction you could get your grubby little hands on.

“I’m everyone’s favourite human,” you chirped, cupping your cheek with your free hand and batting your lashes at Jimin. The male pursed his lips, freckles flaring between pink and a flushed rose as his brows furrowed and he attempted to school his expression and mask his reaction.

“Where are your escorts, pesky little human?” he managed to ask, arms crossing over a firm chest and allowing you to see more of the rosy marks as silky material slipped from his arms; he was in a deep blue set today, edges lined with black and flecks of silver. You couldn’t help the giddy laugh that slipped from your throat—he was so cute when he pretended to be annoyed at you; there wasn’t a single ounce of bite behind his last few words. “I thought it was clear after that… mishap… that you were to be accompanied in your ventures at all times for the foreseeable future.”

“You did,” you let out a longing sigh, meeting his dark gaze and relishing in the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot, flustered. “But I missed you so much, I couldn’t bear to be apart from you any longer—so I tricked my guard-friends and snuck out.”

You could feel Joy’s shoulders trembling slightly beneath your arm, caught the grin she was trying to hide from the corner of your eye. Jimin’s galaxy of markings flared hot, blossom pink, his cheeks flushing to match, and he jerked suddenly, moving an arm and slapping a hand to his lower back. Your deviant gaze was, surprising no one, drawn straight to the way the material of his top was now taut against his hip bones and stomach. Gods, oh gods for why had this man been sent to test you so?

“You—”

“I will speak to the staff about those preparations you asked for,” Joy, ever the saving grace, was quick to interrupt the male before he did something dramatic in his fluster like choke on his own spit or finally choke you out for being so annoying. You wouldn’t even be mad if he did, you were kind of into that and also you really had been the most annoying brat lately so you knew you had it coming. “I remember Seokjin was looking for you earlier—I will allow you to attend to your duties; I will take care of this one in the meantime. Thank you for your time, Jimin.”

And then, with a smile brighter than that relentless, oversized gas giant the Kelkie called their sun, Joy gripped you by the ear and bowed slightly, before turning on her heel and effectively dragging you out of the room behind her.

“OW!” the noise of pain was torn out of you before you could stop it, one hand flying to see if it could ease the brutal grip the female had on your tender extremity. “You’re going to rip my whole ear off, Joy! I need that—wait!”

You stumbled as you angled your body back to face Jimin, who had something oddly akin to concern burning in the depths of his eyes. That look was quick to disappear at your next action, however.

“I’ll miss you!” you called in the best sing-song manner you could muster through your current level of pain, drawing the attention of most of the kitchen staff who looked on in a mix of curiosity and amusement. You brought your free hand to your lips and smacked them before flinging it away, blowing him a dramatic kiss. His mouth almost dropped open as you beamed, “Bye, Jimin!”

And then Joy yanked you out of the kitchens before you could catch his full reaction, tugging you out the door and down the hall from whence you came in a manner that was neither rough nor gentle. Part way along you journey you let out a whine and she released her grip, making you stumble slightly.

“Ah, Joy,” you lamented, rubbing your ear in the hopes to get the blood flowing once more. You hurried to catch up to her pace, pretending to ignore it when your stomach growled. “Did you have to cut my visit with my beloved so short? Oh, my aching heart.”

Joy snorted, letting out a loud, tinkling laugh that matched the pretty summer colours of her markings. Her long, inky hair swayed prettily as she turned to nail you with a sly look. “Cheeky human, you and I both know that you went into that kitchen for food and food alone. Seeing us there was a happy accident.”

Well, she had you there. You merely offered a sheepish grin in response and she laughed once more, slipper her arm to loop through yours.

“Now come, I have some snacks in my rooms. You can have some while I take your measurements—I had the most beautiful idea for a piece the other day, I think it will suit you splendidly!”

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It hadn’t been all that long since your encounter in the kitchen, really, but in that time you’d noticed a fair bit was going on in the background that you somehow hadn’t caught onto before. Although, that could just be because the buzz had picked up a little in speed lately. You were curious as to what exactly the staff of the palace were organising, but not yet bothered enough about it to begin asking questions. You supposed it was probably just some normal thing you were just overthinking it.

Besides that, you’d sadly also not seen Jimin since your brief escapade into the kitchen—you’d travelled there since, undeniably in the small hope you might see him there again, but had no such luck. Thankfully the kitchen staff had grown fond enough of you despite all your pestering that they were willing to feed you whenever you visited, usually in exchange for some stories of your time in space. For that, you were all too happy to oblige—you greatly enjoyed talking about yourself on the odd occasion, and Yoongi had said once that it was one of the reasons you got on so well with Seokjin. You’d gasped at the time, initially offended, but he was right of course.

Really, you were a charismatic being—you’d managed to befriend almost every single person you’d encountered here, despite the odd vexation that might result at your hands. Almost everyone, sans one person in particular who you didn’t quite know how to read.

Jimin might have given many varied reactions to your advances and comments, but you were still no closer to deciphering how he might have really felt. It was as though you were only scratching the surface, dragging your fingers through and rippling only the barest tip of his being. You itched to dig deeper, to delve into the depths that remained hidden from you for now. The urge surprised you, if you were being honest. You'd lived your life so far as untethered, mostly unaffected and unbothered by the events and situations that flew past you with each day. You were, in a word, carefree. Some might argue you were a little too insouciant in that regard, but comments like that tended to roll right off your shoulders. You were living this life for yourself, and your main goal was to live it to the best of your ability.

So when you were suddenly plagued with such a trivial urge as the one that found you now, a new constant humming in the back of your mind ever since you first met the raven haired male, you were a little alarmed and caught off guard. In short, you had no idea what to do, how to handle it— it had never happened to you, after all. You'd never really wanted for anything, and if you did then your self-indulgent ass was quick to go after it and get it. You were never stuck in a stage of longing, the limbo where hesitance made its home. So this... this was new, and you didn't know how to handle it.

So, you decided to just treat it like every other whim you'd ever gotten.

You wanted to know more about Jimin, the handsome Kelkie who had managed to capture your attention so completely and effortlessly despite all odds. So you decided that since, for whatever reason, it was something you wanted, you were going to indulge in that desire.

That little realisation was about all you'd manage to come to in the time since you'd seen Jimin last, and you were a little caught off guard to realise that you'd pretty much already been indulging in the urge this whole time. Your subconscious was getting a little too out of hand with her desires, you were going to have to pull rank and smack her back into line.

While sorting through your deepest, innermost thoughts might have been something ultimately beneficial, in the time and place you were currently doing it, it proved to be more risky than anything. You managed to return to the current moment just in the nick of time, narrowly avoiding a collision with a large, black marble column with mere split seconds to spare. The person who had been walking beside you this whole time let out a round of loud, howling laughter.

“My god!” Taehyung slapped his thigh, blonde hair ruffled from the force of his earth-rattling guffaws. “Can you do that again? Except actually walk into it this time. It’ll be so funny I promise.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, letting out a huff and strutting forward so you were ahead of him. It was for show, of course—if you’d really walked into a pole you might have passed gas from laughing so hard. Well, if you didn’t get a concussion straight up, that is. You didn’t know what exactly made up the palace walls but it was not to be trifled with, as you’d found out not too long into your stay here. A shudder travelled the length of your spine. If the Kelkie weren’t so advanced with their medicine you might still be sporting the end results of your match with a doorframe across your face. For reference, you won.

“I don’t live to entertain you,” you snipped, unable to keep your mouth from twitching since his laughter really was contagious. Why had you thought it was a good idea to bring him on your long-awaited venture to the gardens? It wasn’t a good idea, it was a terrible idea, and now you were stuck with him for probably the next hour or two. Rookie mistake.

“And yet here I am, laughing at your existence,” the male snickered, and let out another loud, choked laugh when you smacked his bicep in retaliation. Despite the fact he kept bringing up that shipment of cores you stole and interrogating you about the time you spent in your space pirate phase, the two of you had managed to get along quite well. Most of your time was spent bickering but to be honest you enjoyed it.

Thankfully for Taehyung, the appearance of the two large double doors he had promised led to the palace gardens saved him from any subsequent hits. Excitement bubbled within you—you’d not been outside much in your stay here and although you could see the stunning flora from the long, rectangular windows that lined halls and your rooms, it wasn’t the same as being there and really seeing it, feeling it, experiencing it for yourself. You rushed to get ahead and get out, pushing the doors open with all your might and letting out an overjoyed shout when they parted and allowed sweet, sweet sunshine to fall upon your form. Immediately, you felt a bit overheated, but you decided to put up with it for the sake of the adventure. You weren’t waiting any longer to see some plants and grass, damn it!

Unlike the wilderness and natural beauty of the forest and shrubbery that you’d been witness to the day you crashed and were escorted into the palace, the gardens were well kept and orderly, maintained meticulously and with great care. Despite this, there was something about the flora that was just as wild and beautiful as it was outside the walls—there was a path winding through the gardens, luminescent and fluorescent leaves and flowers winding and dangling overhead, hanging slightly over the path just barely a foot shy of the top of your head. Slim vines lined the dark stone of the path wall, tendrils winding and creeping and occasionally curling in a pretty manner across the lines and crevices. You could tell it was maintained, but the fact that the beauty of the planet could not be truly contained and the Kelkie knew better than to really attempt it made you happy for some reason. You’d seen the mess that Earth had become in the last century, humanity a blight that ran everything it got its grubby hands on into the ground. Earth’s environment was in shambles, ruined beyond measure in some places, because humanity didn’t know how to let go, to relinquish their attempts at controlling every aspect of their world. It had always saddened you, the sense of loss that came with the knowledge, but there wasn’t anything you could do to help it. The time to step in and prevent the damage had long since passed, and you were but a spectator to the steady decline of your home world.

It was for this reason, though, that you found yourself grinning almost ear-to-ear as you allowed yourself to finally take in your surroundings fully. You burst forward, away from Taehyung’s side, and let out a soft happy noise at the sight of a large, glimmering turquoise flower surrounded by glowing leaves and vines. It looked similar to bellora, a strain of the peony flower from earth that was taken and altered in space to amplify certain features before being crossbred with another plant from a foreign planet. The end result was a gorgeous flower that was toxic and emitted noxious fumes that damaged your lungs if inhaled, until it was ground and turned into the strong narcotic hallucinogenic drug bellexis. You were quite familiar with it, as you spent a lot of time handling it during your ‘intergalactic black market’ phase and then busting it in your ‘intergalactic defense and policing force’ phase. You weren’t lying when you said you had a lot of them.

“These are so pretty,” you commented, fingers reaching out to brush against the large, glowing petals. It had dots and flecks of bioluminescent colour that shifted with each soft touch of your fingers. “It’s a little weird seeing plants like this that are completely safe to be around—usually on Earth if it was brightly coloured and patterned, then it was dangerous.”

Taehyung let out a soft sound of surprise, having come to stand beside you at some point. He turned to you, and to your surprise there wasn’t a single trace of the usual playful or mocking edge in his eyes. “There are plants like this on Earth?”

You tilted your head, a sliver of confusion worming into your thoughts. “Well, not exactly like this—I don’t think there’s anything on Earth that glows and changes like this, save for a few select organisms I can’t currently remember…”

You bit your lip for a moment before deciding to ask anyway, “You’re from Earth too, aren’t you? How don’t you know this?”

Taehyung suddenly appeared slightly embarrassed, sheepish. He averted his gaze and reached to trail a finger along one of the large, broad leaves hanging over the path. You watched his Adam’s apple bob for a second before he spoke.

“I… didn’t really spend much time there,” he admitted, hand coming to rub the back of his neck. “When I was young, my friend and I—she’s the queen now, actually—were orphans, and taken in by the garrison. We… didn’t actually get to see much of the Earth at all, and although we learnt about plants and flora it was mostly for other planets and systems…”

You tried to stop your mouth from dropping open when he mentioned the Garrison but really couldn’t help yourself. You turned to face him, attempting to get a better look. He presented as entirely too harmless to be a part of the Garrison of all things so already you were in shock, but then his implication that his friend, the current Kelkie Queen, was too… perhaps you were reeling a bit. But now that you were taking a closer look though, you could see the hardened lines of his physique and the firm set to his jaw, the stern angle of his brows as he watched you watch him; you could see how there was merit to what he had told you.

“Woah,” you said, and Taehyung’s features shifted defensively, as though he was waiting for a mean comment to pass your lips next. “I wouldn’t have pegged it—you don’t really look like the warmongering type, if I’m being honest. And to be fair, I can’t really judge—I’ve done a lot of things in my time in space and several of them have been pretty… questionable.”

At this, Taehyung barked out a laugh despite himself, “God, you can’t just say that and leave it—what did you do?”

You fought the smile that came at the observation that he seemed a little relieved that your reaction hadn’t been a bad one. “It’s trade secret, I can’t tell you. I’d have to kill you right after.”

Taehyung let out a loud laugh, following as you moved to another plant that caught your eye. “You pain in the ass, you know that just makes me want to know more.”

You shrugged, leaning in to sniff a new flower this time. You couldn’t help your grin as you spoke next, “I don’t know… maybe ask Yoongi and Hoseok.”

Taehyung let out a squawk, the affronted sound pulling a cackle from your throat.

“You’ve been here for over a month, and you’re only just telling me now, but you already told them?!” he stomped over so you could see the displeasure on his face, although only half-hearted. “Where is the equality?”

“Well I mean, they asked so I told them…” In actuality, you hadn’t told them at all. Considering how long and how consistently you’d been shit-stirring Taehyung, you’d think he’d catch on quicker than this.

The male continued interrogating you, whining as you moved slowly through the garden, your own verbal jabs and retorts thrown in amongst your admiring of the plants that bloomed wildly either side of the path. This trip to the palace gardens was everything you’d expected and longed for, and more—you felt so pleased being around such beautiful life you almost didn’t know how to handle the feeling.

Taehyung had given up his yapping at some point and was now listing the occasional fact he’d learnt about the flora on this planet, like which flowers bloomed longest and which trees grew tallest. You thought that the palace gardens really must have had at least one of every plant on this planet, there were so many that lined the winding path. You followed it happily, a light feeling filling your chest as you did so. Not even the harsh, unrelenting heat of the sunrays against your bared skin could ruin this for you.

The entire time you’d been walking, you hadn’t seen anyone but the occasional guard or palace worker loitering along the path, the gardens serene in their almost emptiness. That changed, however, as you rounded a bend in the path in a surprising moment of silence and your ears quickly picked up the sound of an all-too-familiar voice. Your heart instantly skipped a beat in excitement, grin slipping onto your cheeks as you quickly caught sight of its source.

“Oh my god,” you barely managed to mutter, halting in your footsteps. Fuck, you were fading.

Jimin was bending slightly, hands gently touching a bright fuchsia flower that sat upon a short, dense bush as he spoke to the person next to him—who you quickly realised was actually Namjoon, bent slightly with what looked like a tablet in his grasp as he copied down what Jimin was telling him. Jimin’s mellifluous tone fell upon your ears like silk and honey, and you might have been caught up in it were your gaze not completely distracted by the sight of his plump behind and toned thighs as he bent to inspect the flower. God, oh gods this was too much you were just one woman—

“—these are krepa intrica, a flower that has traditionally been said to bring good fortune and soothe the soul with the scent of its pollen,” the raven-haired alien spoke, Namjoon rapidly tapping down everything he said. Jimin straightened and you were so caught up in staring at his ass and then the toned muscles of his back that you barely registered his words. “It is also meant to bless couples who are expecting. We will need to—”

It was as though you were suddenly possessed, the way you quickly moved forward and followed the first urge that entered your mind. By the time the male you’d set your sights on caught wind of your approaching footsteps, it was too late. You skipped up beside him, bringing your hand back and allowing it to swing forward and deliver a firm smack on his behind as you beamed.

“I’ve missed you, peach cheeks!” you sang, watching as Jimin jumped about a foot in the air and lurched away from you like you’d burnt him. Admittedly, a small pang of hurt shot through you at the action but you ignored it for the sake of sending the bewildered alien a bright smile. “It’s been so long since I last saw you one might think you were avoiding me!”

You’d only been playing, of course, but the flustered sputtering and stammering of the male didn’t exactly fill you with confidence. Once more, you pushed the resulting feeling away and ignored it for now—you were here to live your best life and that was what you were going to do.

To your surprise, Jimin jerked and slapped a hand to his lower back, as he had done the last time you saw him. Curiosity niggled at you when you noticed, but you didn’t get to investigate before he was speaking up, marks flushed cherry to match the hot pink staining his cheeks.

“I—you—” he swallowed, turning promptly to Namjoon; the many silver rings and earrings decorating his ear glimmered as they caught the light. “Namjoon, I will speak with you further on this at a later date.”

He then turned to you, dark eyes making your heart stutter and a rush of heat to flush over your body. He was already backing away as he spoke, “And you—g-go to your room. Taehyung, see to it that she gets there.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and made a quick escape, not uttering even the slightest goodbye. You might have been more bothered by it if your attention hadn’t been captured by the fluttering of Jimin’s shirt that looked just a little too unnatural to be the wind. It was as though there was something beneath, pushing against the material and moving under the surface. You didn’t get to continue looking before he rounded the corner, disappearing from sight, and Taehyung burst into laughter behind you.

“Oh my gods, you’re something else!” he was almost wheezing, bent over with his hands braced on his knees. “I’ve never seen him so flustered! You really even outdid yourself from last time—”

You blinked, turning and catching sight of Namjoon standing with one hand covering his mouth in an attempt to squash his own laughter, tablet pressed to his chest with the other.

“What did I do last time?” you asked, eager for a distraction from the slight weight in your chest. The shit you said to Jimin came with such ease you hardly remembered what flew from your mouth even seconds afterwards.

Taehyung guffawed loudly, the raucous sound booming across the gardens, and it was Namjoon who supplied an answer, biting his lip in an attempt to keep his own laughter in.

“I believe you made a play on words and inadvertently called him the quote-unquote alien man of your dreams,” he said, cheeks puffing as he increased his efforts not to join Taehyung in his chortling.

Recognition sparked in the back of your mind and you let out a soft noise of realisation. “Oh yeah, I did. That was after the first time I met you all, right?”

Namjoon nodded, and Taehyung finally calmed down and straightened once more. His whole body was lax and fluid as he moved, as though he’d just expelled all the tension held in his muscles with each booming wheeze that passed his lips.

“You’re a riot, y/n,” he said seriously, eyes still gleaming with mirth. “But come on, we better get you back to your room before he bursts a blood vessel or something.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms despite the fact you already began to move and follow him. “Fine. But can we stop by the kitchens on the way back? I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” Namjoon finally laughed, long legs allowing him to join you with ease. “But so are we so lets go get something to eat.”

You clapped your hands, excited already, and were quick to take the lead and hurry back the way you came. “YES! Let’s go, I made friends with the pastry chef the other day and she said she was going to be making new stuff today!”

The other two let out noises of longing and approval, and began voicing which pastry they hoped it was. This, of course, brought on some bickering over which pastry was best, and you sat back with a grin, just there for the ride.

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Just around the corner, a raven-haired male stood with his back against a thick shrub with many tiny violet blooms littering its surface. Their petals tickled his skin where it was bared as he stood as still as possible, raking in long, deep breaths in an attempt to cool his body and quell the urges and thoughts rising within him. He could still feel the persistent presence at his lower back in distinct places along either side of his spine; the slick feeling against his skin told him that his shirt had become a casualty in this instance. A sense of regret trickled to join the throbbing amalgamation of emotion within him, swirling in with confusion, fluster, embarrassment…longing.

This new human was proving to be more trouble than he anticipated.

She was playful, brazen, and Jimin himself liked to think that he wasn’t all that dissimilar in personality, yet with her nothing went as it should. With people like her, he knew how to respond, it came naturally and he built playful rapport easily. But when it was her… it was as though everything that came so easily and naturally to him went right out the window. There was something about her he had yet to pinpoint, something that lit his insides on fire and made tremors of longing travel down his spine. He didn’t know why she was different, why she of all people, of all beings, made him feel this way when no one had before. It wasn’t that she was human; he’d felt nothing of this sort for the current Queen, even before he found out she was Jungkook’s Fated One. It wasn’t that she was female—he’d been exposed to more than plenty throughout his life, she was most definitely not the first he ever met. It wasn’t anything he could strain his mind to think of, so what was it that made her so different?

Jimin brought a hand to scrub over his face, a trembling breath escaping through parted plush lips. He wasn’t one of those uptight Kelkie, the ones that refused to play or have fun at all with another before the emergence of their Fate Mark on their twenty-fifth birthday. Should someone he was attracted to in that manner appear in his life, then he would likely indulge himself—except there was no one as of yet that had ever tickled his fancy in that way. So, with such a personal philosophy, it should make sense that he would indulge the desires currently plaguing him, allow himself to play and have fun with the human that had caught his attention so. Except he couldn’t, because the sense of longing rising and swelling inside him with each time he saw her wasn’t just for her body.

It was for something much, much more— and honestly?

That scared him.

First you let him be intimate with you, then told him that it wasn't actually something so personal with all the actual meanings sex is suppose to have, then he leaves but you come to him begging him to not go even though you have no feelings?

Your race was extraordinarily strange and superbly complex at that.

"I shall only because you seem to be having complications with your breathing and quite frankly, it is terrifying." He jogged back to your front lawn and onto the steps of the porch, standing right next to you.

You looked up at him with a pained smile.

"You take my breath away."

He wanted to destroy the planet then and there.

You managed to go back into Tae's empty room with Jimin at your heels, promising him a thorough conversation regarding what had happened between the two of you and it had to be in Taehyung's room since he didn't really like the boys in there which meant there was no way the two of you would be interrupted.

You retook your previous seat on the bed and signaled Jimin to sit on it as well but in front of you.

"A discussion seems to be in place." He sat down, eying you.

"Yes. Now, I just hope you don't have any hard feelings tow-"

"Feelings are not actual concrete objects therefore there is no possible way for I to-"

"It's an expression, Jiminnie. Can I call you that?" He shrugged. "Okay now, it means that I hope you don't feel mad at me."

Just then Taehyung entered the room with two very drunk friends, yoongi and Seokjin.

Well this was going to be interesting, you thought.

"Well this is my cousin Jimin. I don't have to say anything else to you guys regarding his origins and when he got here because you guys are shit faced." Tae said in a very tired voice sighing, looking at you with a very disappointed face.

"Eeeeeyyyyy," Yoongi stumbled towards you. "Did you miss me, bebe?" Although he learned how to say Spanish phrases for you, you couldn't deny that he made you weak when he would refer to you in cute, affectionate names in Spanish.

"Hi Yoongs." The raven haired man crashed into the side of the bed as his counter partner began to ramble hellos to Jimin, noticing him for the first time, asking him questions which didn't make sense since Jin was completely drunk.

"You look ravishing tonight, aein." There it was. Seokjin seducing you with Korean. The man was undeniably handsome and the fact that he was a few years older just added to his charm and appeal.

"Hi, Jin." You scoot over on the bed causing the two men to sit next to you.

"Alright, don't fuck my roommate okay? You guys are so drunk right now, it’s incredibly embarrassing." Tae scowled his hyungs who were more interested in your face.

"She's pretty, no?"

"Very, hyung." You smiled at their compliments.

Jimin couldn't help but feel something a very ugly bubbling sensation erupt in his stomach.

"Tae, tell them to stop please." Jimin flashed very pained eyes at Tae, seeming desperate to make the awful sick feeling go away but it quickly pushed up into his heart, making him wince in pain.

"Well, I'm going to my room now, good night boys." There was no way you could actually talk to Jimin now. The boys weren’t suppose to be here and the fact that they were, made it difficult for you to even look at him especially with how he looked and he practically implored Tae to get the older men to leave you alone. It would have to wait for tomorrow.

You got off the bed and proceeded to make your way away from the situation, ducking the drunk boys and out of the room. Jimin wanted to follow but Tae shot him a warning look.

"Hey," Yoongi frowned as he stumbled off the bed and quickly walked out of the room as Jin fell over, passing out on the end of the bed. 

"Hyung, where are you going?" Taehyung asked his drunk older friend who simply lift up his hand, signaled a peace sign as he struggled to walk in a straight line after you.

"My woman needs me, losers." Jimin couldn't take it anymore. The second Yoongi's black locks disappeared from the door frame, he got up only to be shot back down by Tae.

"Stay put. Nothing will happen."

"Where are your hip brothers?" Yoongi took off his shirt lazily as you watched from your bed.

"With Tae's cousin or raiding your fridge." He seemed to be getting sober with every passing second. There was no denying that the man was very attractive in an intimidating way despite being little less than a year younger than Seokjin. You moved over as he slipped into bed, next to you.

"How come you don't have a girlfriend yet?" Yoongi grimaced as he pulled the covers over himself.

"Because none of them are you." He reached out and touched your cheek tenderly.

"Go to sleep, you're drunk and if anything happens, it would be rape since you're very intoxicated and I'm not." You only saw him as a big brother truthfully since he was always overprotective and giving you great advice as well as how his silent presence offered such a soothing comfort, you wished he would catch on. But with the way that you closed your eyes and turned the other way, he couldn't help but to think otherwise. "It would be like me taking advantage of you."

"As if." He curled himself into your back and drifted to sleep.

"He slept with her." Tae was getting his ear talked off by the jumpy alien who kept pacing around the kitchen. Taehyung was busy scrambling eggs in a purple beaten pan Y/N had bought from a yard sale 2 years ago.

"Bro, it's nothing out of the ordinary. Jungkook fell asleep clinging onto you and you clearly didn't say anything." He had gotten Jimin there. So it was harmless? Well, she didn't mark him during their relation so he shouldn't be this jealous or angry but he couldn't help it at all. Not only was it that she didn't mark him, she asked him if what he had said about her being inferior was true, which wasn't so me made that very clear but he didn't want to admit to her that, if she marked him, he would be very fine with it and make her queen of his planet. Lord knows he needed someone just as rude as her to rule the tribe next to him to help balance out the personalities ruling.

"But that wasn't something that I hoped for." Jimin brought out the foam plates for Taehyunf to place the scrambled eggs.

"Listen, if it really bothers you, go be clear with her about your true feelings because I'm just a scrub nurse," He pointed the empty saucer to Jimin. "not a psychiatrist. Now go wake up those fucking friends I have. Sarah should be gone though since Namjoon left with her before they could meet you." He placed the pan in the dishwasher. " An occasion for another time."

Slowly he woke then all one by one. Hoseok was sitting up on the couch as he began to shake Jungkook to help Jimin waking him up. Seokjin didn't want to get up but he did once Jimin had told him that Yoongi needed to be awaken as well but he was residing in your room.

"I can't believe that fucking asshole really went to her room to sleep with him, I’m going to murder him." Jin opened the door of your room.

"Hey," you were on your phone, uninterested and unaware of the two male's furious faces as they saw how Yoongi's face was hidden in your side.

"Yoongi has to come eat. Tae's going to be late for prerounds at the hospital." The iciness in Seokjin's voice was impossible to misplace but you simply waved him off.

"Can't you see my cat is asleep?" Jimin was very confused as to why you had called Yoongi a cat.

"The cat needs to eat. Wake him up." You were surprised with the authority and dominance Jimin spoke. It was a lie if you denied that his tone hadn't made you grow wet.

"O-okay." You quickly brushed Yoongi's jet black hair away from his cute peaceful face. "You have to go eat, love." The man stirred in his sleep. The soft touches you left on his face coaxed him to open his eyes slowly as he stretched.

"Can we stay like this a little longer?" Jimin gave you a very dark look which immediately made you push Yoongi away.

"Go, babe."

"Babe." Jin huffed.

Yoongi sat up rubbing his face to which Jin let out an angry remark that sounded like a curse word in Korean.

"Why are you shirtless?" Jimin watched as Yoongi got off the bed and bent over to retrieve his shirt just to put it back on as if nothing was strange or awkward.

"Who sleeps with their shirt on? It's pretty uncomfortable, man." He walked towards Jin and Jimin, giving them each a gummy smile. "So what did Tae make for breakfast, gentleman?" 

"Why was he in your room?"

"Woah, hey, hi. How are you Jimin? Yes, you can come in." You were still in bed, on your phone but put it down to frown at Jimin who had stormed into your room and slammed the door shut behind him.

"You` begged me to stay after telling me that you did not actually care for me.” He leaned into the door, a hard look etched on his face while a faint purple undertone seemed to emit from his russet eyes, giving him a whole sci-fi aura. 

“What does that have to do with you just bursting in here? Like you own the fucking place?” This was too much. Sure, you fucked him but it wasn’t like he didn’t want it! You got up, clearly upset and made your way towards him. Jimin looked down, making you feel incredibly small but that was ridiculous since he wasn’t actually tall and you weren’t short. “You think you’re so fucking tough, huh?” A finger was jabbed into his chest, pushing him hard into the door despite him already leaning on it. A soft thump was heard as his back bounced off the cheaply materialized door. “Think you’re so fucking superior because of your shit race?” He looked away as you now pressed your hands into his chest, shoving him harder into the frame. 

“Are you done?” Jimin spoke in a rather husky voice, sending you into chills but your pride was greater than your fear of the alien. 

“No! I can have whoever I want in bed with me! I can have whoever the fuck I want in my room!” It was far evident just how angry you were as you were shaking, tears threatening to spill, face all flushed as you now began to smack his chest. “I hate you!” You didn’t expect Jimin to say anything to this, much less for him to immediately grasp your wrists tightly, squeezing them hard as he finally looked at you. “Oh my..” 

Jimin’s eyes were a violent purple, the brown reddish tone completely gone. His pupil was non existent. 

“Is this what you wanted to see?” He snarled. You were in such shock that he sounded beyond muffled to you as he spoke. “Answer me.” He shook your wrists but never lessened his grip.

You opened your mouth, meaning to speak but nothing came out which clearly was irritating him given that Jimin now cocked his head to the side, eyes closed as if he were trying to relax. 

“I-” You managed to choke. “I am s-sorry.” 

“Are you?” His eyes shot open which now revealed red coloured orbs which was far more terrifying. “Little girl,” A humorless chuckle shook him but the hard look was still on his face. He was maniacal. 

“Hey! Is everything okay?” A deep voice that you immediately recognized as Taehyung’s penetrated through the door and out of Jimin’s chest. 

“Yes, Tae.” You hadn’t spoken. No. You hadn’t. There was no- “You’re going to be late for prerounds, go!” Your voice was leaving Jimin’s slightly parted lips.

“Oh, okay. I love you. Don’t wait for me, okay? The boys left. They won’t be annoying you.” You watched in horror as Jimin smirked.

“I love you, Tae. Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful day at the hospital and surgeries go well!” You wanted to speak, you had to. That was your voice responding back to Tae’s for fucks sake! But it was coming out of the alien’s mouth who kept his eyes trained on you as if he was going to rip you apart the second Taehyung left the house. 

Sure enough, Tae’s steps were heard retrieving and going farther away from your room until after what seemed like such short milliseconds, the front door crashed closed.

“We aren’t done here.” Jimin growled at you, pressing your bonded wrists into his chest.  

“Please,” Your voice finally came out from you. Breathy and whiny but it was back to you. “I don’t understand why you are being like this.” 

“Are you completely idiotic? You picked up an alien and brought him home. What did you exactly think was going to happen?” His harsh words slapped you with such force, you wanted to cry.

“So.. Like.. Predator?” 

“Yes, like-what?” Jimin’s eyes immediately went back to their human russet tone as his face softened completely. “What?” He carefully loosened his grip on your wrists, rather much now holding them with such care that you felt like your knees were going to give out. 

“Predator.. The movie where these people are in a spaceship and an alien is in it and starts taking them out by-” He rolled his eyes so far back into his skull, it was amazing to know that aliens could also roll their eyes at things they found stupid.

“Yes, I have seen the movie.” He moaned in disgust. “No, I am not going to come out through your chest and play peek-a-boo. Have you no- oh my fucking.” Jimin’s knees gave out, causing him to slide down the door with his back on it until he came down on his behind. He sighed as he sat there. Luckily, he didn’t bring you down with him given that his hands were loose on your wrists which caused them to let go of you once he let go of everything.  

“Then?” You were still pretty shaken up by his actions.

Jimin sighed.

“I was trying to be scary, but all you just proved to me that I am ridculous given you really thought of a stupid film to express your fear regarding me. I am laughable.” He spit. “I can never be king if I can not remotely terrorize an Earthling!” 

He looked up at you and wrapped his arms around your knees, hugging your legs into his chin as his face was positioned upwards to look at you. You looked down, finding a child embracing you rather than the horrifying alien who had almost made you cry and piss your self. You thanked yourself for wearing sweats and not anything short given his position. 

“You did scare me.” You softly said to him as a hand came down to caress his head. Jimin’s cute face lit up.

“Truthfully?” He squeezed your legs as he smiled beautifully. 

“Honestly, you almost made me cry. You are a ferocious king.” His hand came up to the back of your thigh, squeezing it as he laughed. Jimin’s laugh could be described as bells chiming with the stars laughing alongside with him. 

“Thank you, Princess.” Your heart felt a pang of pain as he said this. 

“I would be lying if I said that I’m not surprised for your sudden interest in the quantum theory of physics.” You were jotting down notes regarding how was it that Jimin’s craft could have hit but soon later disappeared though there was metal parts in the cemetery but despite this, it was not all enough to explain the disappearance. 

“I watch a lot of Futurama and Rick and Morty.” 

“That explains a lot.” Mr. Le Roux sat in front of you, books piled next to him as he shut one that was open, closed. “Actually, Futurama has real science in it despite the sci-fi aspects it holds.” 

“Really?” He nodded as he pushed his dreamy beautiful hair away from his eyes. 

“Yes. 3 PhDs, 7 Masters, and some years in Harvard was what the team of writers’ held. As for Rick and Morty, well that’s something else.” He had a soft smile on his face. Your professor was as beautiful as he was deep about life.

“What about Rick and Morty?” 

“Their thing is about life. You see, we all want to know who we are, why we are here, will we be remembered for the millions of years to come for our own personal greatness? While Rick is said to be the most intelligent man in all of the multi-universes, he still is well,” He set the heavy book back up on the stack next to him. “He’s a piece of shit. But despite this, he seems miserable without his family who he claims to not actually care for and his relationship with his daughter is strange as how he is with her.” So, your physics professor was not only beautiful but enjoyed watching TV and yet analyzed everything. “Point is, life doesn’t have meaning but the only meaning to it for us is the people who are around us that will remember us for all their lifetimes due to who we are and the things only we could do.” 

“Damn.” You had stopped writing a while back since you had finally figured out why Jimin’s ship was gone and how to get it back so he could leave. But, what Mr. Le Roux had said about life was incredibly... heartbreaking. “Do you have people around you to share your existence with then? I’m sorry if that’s too direct.” 

“I once did.” He faintly smiled now, his eyes down on the table. “But this was many years ago. I majored in physics for them. I wanted to help them in a way that I now realize was not beneficial to neither one of us.” The sadness in his voice was so raw and humane that when he looked up at you, the sudden urge to hug him was overwhelming. 

“You don’t speak to them.” It wasn’t a question given his state. 

“I can’t. We lost communication once I helped them get home.” Mr. Le Roux sighed. “You should go home now. You have stayed 2 hours after class. It’s time to rest.” 

“Yes.” You thought back to your own alien who was home. He had practically clung to your legs when you had announced that you had class to go to. Would he have stayed inside the house or left to finally leave you as he had wanted to last night and this morning? 

“I am an imbecile.” Jimin stood back, water pooling his feet as he watched the strange seat’s compartment that was closed shut, overfill. It was quite peculiar to see the way the water just dribble down the sides of the porcelain seat. Was this something normal? He surely doubted it. Why would Earthlings exchange items of value for this item that instead of doing its regular rotations to wash clothes, it began to overflow? Insanity, that it was. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Jimin’s head snapped back to the door as he recognized your voice. 

Your washing machine was clearly not operating correctly which meant you were not to get mad at him for something so conventional. 

“I am in the bathroom!” He called out. Your footsteps were heard from the kitchen and became more louder as you approached his space. 

“Can I open the door?” 

“Yes.” 

You weren’t ready for what you were about to see. You weren’t ready to see such an innocent face and a flooded bathroom together. 

“What happened?” You somehow managed to wheeze out in horror. 

The alien shrugged.

“I was simply trying in the best interest of the home to be useful to my self proclaimed cousin who I am aware that arrives quite late but is still expected of to do the laundry of the home regardless of his deteriorating state of mental health.” Jimin was honestly an angel sent from your parents that night.

There you were, crying to them about missing their watchful eye and protection from harm as well as how they use to take such good care of you. It was hard since their passing away for you to do anything from the immense grief you felt. Sure, you had Taehyung but he was just as alone as you. His parents were in South Korea and as much as you insisted for him to visit them, he remained with you but was silently suffering from the lack of their love.

But here was this strange alien that was trying his best to bring you and Taehyung good.

“You are such an angel.” Jimin slightly smiled and his cheeks held a faint blush. 

“Angels are not real but I welcome your compliment.” 

“You’re welcome, baby.” His ears turned into a soft, pastel pink as soon as the word baby fell out from your lips. “Now, let’s go unclog the toilet.”

“Toilet?” That did not sound like washing machine.

“It’s where we humans, earthlings, dispose of our waste. Like. Internal waste.” Ew. How absolutely putrid.

The look on Jimin's face after you had said that, wasn't difficult to decipher.

"Um," He was clearly uncomfortable. "I deeply apologize for misplacing your clothes along with Taehyung's." He walked redundantly to the folded mess and lift up the top. 

“You don’t-” He shot you a warning look before he began to pull the drenched clothes out one by one with his hands, tossing them on the sink which was a few feet away. 

“I rather much prefer it if you did not speak at the moment, please.” 

Taehyung never knew much about anything. 

He didn’t know why he decided to leave his birth country. 

He didn’t know why he responded your roommate wanted ad.

He didn’t know why he got so lucky with his career and made reasonable money. 

If Taehyung really thought about it, he could pay for the house payments by himself and all the other bills. 

But you did bring an alien into the house and what was more than baffling was how well he had taken it. Everything was fine, but why had he not freaked out? 

“That was amazing back there.” Lizzy, one of the interns of surgical, was commenting to the left of Taehyung to one of his fellow coworkers. 

“Yeah, it was.” His coworker agreed lamely to the bright child. 

Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes. The new interns were always so fascinated by the work done and were always more absorbed in how amazing it felt to actually fix someone up but they never actually knew just how painful it was to loose a life in your O.R. 

“Hi Taehyung.” The chirpy blonde turned to him. Taehyung was busy with scrubbing, but as soon as he heard his name come out her lips, he immediately and rather quickly washed the soap off and turned the faucet off. 

“Hello.” His deep baritone voice filled the washroom. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to go home.

“Are you up for a few celebratory drinks after tonight?” No. Lizzy looked at him with her hopeful, big brown eyes and with a smile that was too bright. 

“I can’t.” It was stupid that an intern kept trying to pursue something with the younger surgical nurse who never really tried to speak to anyone. 

“Oh.” The sound of defeat in the woman’s voice was a little guarded but never the less, it was there. Taehyung immediately ran out of the room. 

It wasn’t stupid of him to reject her. It was reasonable. He really didn’t have time for a fling of any sort since he had you at home and now an alien which was proving to be more of a handful than a puppy. Yoongi was the only one who expressed confusion following the morning as to how was Tae related to the small almost demonic boy he had living with him now. To which he had responded with a “Fuck off.” 

It was a quarter to 3 by the time Taehyung had parked the car into the drive way, next to yours. He got out but not before grabbing his backpack which contained clothes, tupperware, papers, and his phone. 

Slamming the door shut, he hurried off to the porch. 

Rude of him to deny Lizzy every time she would offer him a night of drinks which he was sure was code for something else. She was a nice lady. Older, yes, but nevertheless very nice and not to mention, pleasant to the eye. 

“Good morning, cousin.”

“Holy fucking shit!” Tae hissed as he slammed the front door shut behind him, not realizing that he had even entered the house due to being lost in thought. 

“I do apologize for frightening you.” Jimin frowned at the sight of his cousin being hunched over. “I have saved some of my mate’s pasta for you to enjoy and refuel.” Taehyung sighed as he slipped the back pack off, still hunched over trying to catch his breath.

“Thanks, Jiminnie.” The alien smiled.

“Oh hey! You’re home!” You pranced down the stairs joyfully. “How was work?” 

“Rather not talk about work, please.” Tae mumbled as he stood up straight. 

“Someone died?” He shook his head. “Did you turn down Lizzy again?” 

“Who is Lizzy?” 

“This woman who wants to fuck Tae.” You slipped your arms behind Jimin and wrapped them around him as you answered his question. Your housemate raised an eyebrow at the sight of the two of you.

“Didn’t you just want him kicked out like yesterday?”

“Two days ago.” You corrected with a snappy tone to which Tae raised his hands up as a sign of mercy and quickly walked to the dim lighted kitchen with Jimin at his heels while you seemed to be dragged by the alien given you were still holding onto him.

“What changed?” Honestly, he didn’t want to know. Right now, all he wanted to know was where the pasta was. He opened the fridge, staring at it momentarily before he heard your annoying voice again.

“Funny that you ask! So, Jimin here has been nothing but sweet to us-”

“Anyone who wants to fuck you should be rewarded the Nobel Peace Prize.”

“-so I thought that it was unfair of me to not give him a chance.” 

“Mm.” Taehyung pulled a clear container with a red cover from the bottom of the fridge and placed it behind him on the counter of the sink. He hated how small the kitchen was but it was nights like these that he found himself grateful for it. 

“I hope this does not anger you, cousin.” 

“I don’t see why it would. Wow, you actually left a lot.” The container felt pretty heavy as he began to raise it in order to place it into the microwave. 

“I have something very important for the two of you of which I would like to discuss.” You pressed your face into the back of Jimin’s shoulder, smelling his deep floral and slightly fruit scented notes from the warm clothes that emitted his skin’s scent. 

“What is it?” You mumbled into his squishy bicep. Jimin was beautiful as he was nice. God, how you missed his harsh touch on you.

“I need you to be taken with me to Aquerio. My people need a queen as do I.” 

“Whoa, hold on.” You heard the microwave beep, signaling that the pasta was heated up. “You aren’t taking (Y/N) anywhere.” It was a bit scary to hear Tae’s deep voice sound so threatening and sure. 

“Wait, you want to take me to your home planet?” 

“Yes. I had meant to arrive at what your solar system calls Neptune given that their people are drastically similar to the ones on my planet which meant that I could have a suitable wife but I miscalculated and ended up here. I must return home not empty handed so I am to take (Y/N).” You immediately let go of Jimin. 

“No. I am not an object. You haven’t even made me fall in love with you yet.” 

“Love?” 

“Wow, you live a sad life. You don’t know what love is?” Taehyung frowned, now seriously worried for the first time since the alien arrived. 

“I do not recall such a word in the vocabulary.” Was there something Jimin was missing? Why were the two of you staring at him so seriously with no mark of hidden humor in your faces? Was he in a wrong here? Impossible. A prince is never wrong. 

“Tell you what, this is what we are going to do. For some fucking reason this girl here always wants to compare you to some Disney character which I think is far from real. You need to do shit to make her love you and you need to fall in love with her too if you even want to think that stupid idea that you can take my little sister with you to some who the fuck knows where this planet is!” Tae stabbed a clean fork which he had picked up from the counter, into the air towards Jimin who was still confused as to what love was.

“Listen, I’m not going to let either of you discuss this without my input.” You walked towards Tae and shot a hard look at the alien. Your housemate who was always a towering statue seemed to cower as soon as you stood next to him, turning to lean against the counter with your eyes still on Jimin. “I am honestly just going to ship you home. That’s it. No me going with you, no me being queen, no me falling for you. That is done with. We keep you hidden from the government until I figure out how to get your ship back, shove you into it, and have it sent back to your home. That’s it. Got it?” 

“Is that truly necessary now?” 

“Yes.” Tae immediately snapped. 

For the rest of the night, all Jimin could think of was of the little dispute in the kitchen. He was laying on the couch, in complete darkness as he was surrounded by his thoughts. Could there be some way that he did know what this strange concept his cousin spoke about? 

“I love the way your hair feels caught between my fingers.” He remembered telling you earlier that night before Taehyung got home. His hand was in your hair, fingers tugging onto the soft strands as you let out a loud moan.  You had turned a soft pink as he spoke this into your neck and as soon as his fingers made their way down past your belly button and into your leggings to rub the soft meeting between your thighs, you had kicked your head back into his shoulder while your chest rose up and down evidently as small noises that sounded almost like pleads emitted from your lips. “I love hearing the sounds you make when my fingers leave your hair and go the diamond between your thighs. Quite lovely, princess.”

Love. 

He had said love. 

But was it not just an expression?

He remembered quite vividly loving the way how your skin was easily turned into purple hues when he would touch you hard. It was beautiful. His heart had swelled with pride and admiration. 

Was that love?

 Every time he laid eyes on the earthling, he felt his heart beat strangely. 

Love. 

“You brought what?” Taehyung was unfazed by the slivers of obvious rotten flesh adoring the man you had brought home.

“A hook up.” You pulled the man away from Taehyung who was giving him a rather intent glare.

“Are you attracted to serial killers, (Y/N)?” He didn’t care that you had once brought home a pot head who made the house stink of weed for a week, because he knew it wasn’t his place to tell you who you could or couldn’t fuck. He wasn’t in Korea anymore, he couldn’t tell you, despite being younger, what to do. He had tried once and that earned him a spot on the couch for a few nights despite the two of you having your own rooms. So he didn’t want to bat an eye at this strange new kink you had, because if anything he was sure you would ask your one night stand to kill him next. 

“He isn’t a serial killer.” You sighed as you let go of the man’s arm who was still in the same spot, planted on the red circle carpet that was set in the middle of the titled living room because the floor was cold at night and a red circle carpet was all the two of you could afford for the moment. 

“(Y/N), he’s glowing blue now.” Taehyung got closer to inspect this blue glow murmuring underneath the visible skin that wasn’t contaminated. The man watched as the human who had brought him to her habitation, turned and pull her partner back by the back of his sweater in terror.

“I found him in a crater that he created back in the cemetery when I was telling my parents good night! There was this blinding light overhead and it felt like the earth was breaking under my feet so I went to go see what it was and I find this guy with dead people stuff all over him and fragments of metal all over! Taehyung, I’m sorry!” 

“Oh my god, is he an alien?” Tae smiled his beautiful signature smile that always got him off easy, even if it was speeding in school zones because no one could resist the strange rectangle smile that would adorn his flustered face. 

“Is that seriously all you took from this?” The man was now staring at the male that the screaming female called, “Taehyung”. He was rather quite tall, compared to the short obnoxious female. The male had very bright brown hair that was long as well as shaggy, making him appear almost like a strange creature with large brown floppy like things one either side of his cranium. 

“Hey man, where are you from?” Did they not have any proper manners? Why would this inferior address him so nonchalantly? 

“You will not refer to myself as ‘Man’, I am the Prince of Aquerio and as such, you must from here on out until the last day you live, address me properly or else be executed.” Taehyung blinked. 

“What’s your name, Prince of Aquerio?” Y/N groaned at her roommate.

“Don’t encourage him!” The, well alien, turned to you.

“I am Prince Deukos.” Taehyung whistled at that. 

“You sure, man?” Before Deukos could stare him down, Tae corrected himself. “Prince Deukos of Aquerio? Because you have the same eye shape as I do.” You got closer to the lunatic in your living room, pushed his golden coffee hair away from his eyes which caused him to grip your wrist very tightly.

“Let go of me, oh he does, hey.” You pushed him off you but this didn’t cause him to loosen his iron grip on your wrist. “You’re Asian, right?” This caused Deukos to let go of you and had on his face plastered a look of utter confusion.

“Is that you asking me for mercy?” Taehyung got really into his face and even held Deukos’ cheeks. 

“You could be Korean. I think you have amnesia from your fall or crater making hobby.” Taehyung turned to you as you cradled your bruised wrist into your chest. “We could be like cousins or something, huh?” You nodded as you tried to roll your wrist. “Jimin. It’s Korean and it’s a fitting name.” Taehyung let go of the Prince’s face who wasn’t actually any bit bothered by the other male’s actions, if anything it made him feel.. warm. No one ever touched him so gently. You had pulled him out harshly from the ditch and pulled him around very rudely ever since. 

“Okay, well I need to go get him washed up and put into bed now so say goodbye to your cousin.” Taehyung smiled at Jimin, bidding him a good night before disappearing into the hall way. 

“Are you quite alright there?” Jimin watched you wearily as you kept rubbing your wrist between your other hand. You had brought him clothes that Taehyung had left in your room along with fresh underwear from the dryer (Tae had forgotten to take it out this morning) and some socks as well. The clothes were neatly folded on top of the counter of the washroom. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to go to my room now and if you need anything, just yell and I’ll come by. I have homework I need to finish tonight or else, I’m dead tomorrow.” You sighed, giving the bewildered stricken boy a smile before closing the door.

Jimin couldn’t concentrate on properly washing himself in the familiar clear liquid as he remembered what you had said about dying the next day if you did not complete your assignments for home. Although he did not like you at all, granted, it was you that had saved his life and brought him to your nest, where he met your partner who took a fondingness to him immediately. How peculiar, thought Jimin, that your mate did not get angry at the sight of another male with you, let alone in your habitation. He had been told about avoiding this planet since the life forms in it were extremely sensitive and susceptible to destroying themselves out of fear and confusion, but it wasn’t like that with you or Taehyung. You two were beyond fearless. But now, you were going to die when the planet completed its full turn on its axis. Jimin drained the tub, he had no actual problem figuring out everything around your home given that it was logical as well as self explanatory. He had dressed himself as well, and decided to explore his new surroundings. 

By the time he had completed his exploration of the entire home, Taehyung who was his self proclaimed cousin, stumbled into him in a sleepy faze. 

“Oh shit!” The male grabbed onto Jimin’s shoulder as he bent over, breathing hard. His ticker seemed too beat a little too much. 

“Are you okay?” Jimin placed a hand over the male’s enormous hand which seemed to completely engulf his shoulder. 

“You made me shit bricks right now, bro.” Taehyung’s body shook with laughter as he breathed out in relief. Shit bricks? Jimin looked at the ground beneath Taehyungs’ bare feet which were also big. There wasn’t bricks there.

“You did not shit bricks, I do not see them, bro.” He added awkwardly. 

Taehyung stood up, and gave his shorter counterpart a smile.

“It’s an expression, meaning it’s not real but signifies that you scared me to the point where I felt my stomach drop.” Jimin’s mouth formed a small perfect O.

“Well, you must go on your way now, cousin Taehyung. I am to check on (Y/N).” Taehyung let go of Jimin’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m going to the bathroom and it’s 2 A.M. so she might be reading or actually finishing her homework by now.” Tae began to walk away from the alien but soon stopped. “Hey, have you slept yet? Do you know where you are going to even sleep?”

“I am more concerned about your mate who revealed she would die by sunrise.” Jimin left, leaving Taehyung shrugging as he made his way into the bathroom. Surprisingly, their alien guest had left the bathroom very clean, leaving no trace that he the embodiment of a zombie from The Walking Dead when he had first arrived and entered the bathroom. Jimin wasn’t so bad if he actually cleaned after himself despite his previous outbursts of rage saying how he was Prince of some kingdom, maybe even planet.

Taehyung wasn’t ready for the following morning, much less for a screaming glowing blue alien who had shot into his room. 

“SHE HAS DIED! TAEHYUNG, (Y/N) HAS DIED!” Tae groaned as he sat up on his bed, eyes still shut closed.

“Man,” He groggily said as he pulled the blanket further up on his bare torso, “what is it?” 

“YOUR MATE HAS DIED! SHE HAD TRUSTED IN ME THE PREVIOUS NIGHT THAT IF SHE DID NOT FINISH HER HOMEWORK TODAY SHE WOULD DIE!” TaeTae simply fell to the side into his bed from exhaustion. 

“She didn’t finish?” He didn’t try to correct his cousin, it was far too mentally draining. 

“WHEN I HAD WALKED INTO HER ROOM, SHE WAS JUST LIKE HOW YOU ARE RIGHT NOW BUT AT 2 A.M. SO I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO DO HER ORGANIC CHEMISTRY NOTES FROM THE BOOK SHE HAD NEXT TO HER BUT WHEN I HAD COME BACK AFTER SUNRISE, SHE WAS DEAD!” Jimin got on Tae’s bed and pulled the cover away as he then grabbed Tae’s arm and pulled him up. “YOU MUST COME SEE HER!” Tae groaned deeply as he decided to just go with it so the sooner this was over, the sooner he could go back to sleep. He trotted begrudgingly behind the alien who was pulling him down the hall and into Y/N’s room.

You were dead asleep, with your cheek touching the glass desk table you had in your room, slummed over in your seat. 

True to his word, right next to you was the pile of fly away papers filled with notes and the textbook closed on the other side of you. 

Taehyung rubbed his eyes and sighed.

“She’s just asleep.” Jimin looked at him with shock.

“But I have tried to awaken her but she is really dead!” Taehyung crouched next to you, and proceeded to poke his finger between your ribs which caused you to shift.

Jimin was appalled.

“DID YOU BRING HER BACK?!” Tae continued to dig his fingers into your side as you were now whining and moving around. “YOU MUST BE A GOD OF SOME SORT OR HAVE VAST SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE!” 

“Stop yelling please, babe.” You groaned into the table, swatting Tae’s hand away. He stood up, giving the alien a smile.

“Bro, what did I tell you about taking things too literal?” He clapped his hand on Jimin’s back as he made his way back to his room. 

“I’m fucked.” Jimin saw you stretch and sit up straight in your seat, with your eyes seeming to be glued shut.

“Why do you say that?” 

“I didn’t finish my homework last night, I need to take it to class at 10:30.” You finally opened your eyes, just to see the text book shut and dozen of notes plied up neatly besides you. How did this happen? You had no memory of actually finishing the previous night. 

“I really did believe you would die, had you not finished said homework last night before the sun caressed this side of the Earth so I took the liberty to finish it given that-” You were giving him a very strange look that was scaring him a bit. Maybe you were angry he had done this for you. “-you did save my life and I simply do not like being in debt with anyone. A life for a life.” He was now very scared, unable to decipher your facial expressions.

You were in love.

“Can I call you Stitch?” Was this a human way of insulting?

“I beg your pardon?”

“Mr. Le Roux?”  Your physics professor turned around as the classroom began to empty.

“Yes, Miss (L/N)?” You didn’t know why you had actually called for him.

“Could I T.A. for you?” To say he was surprised was a complete understatement.

“Y-yes of course! What for, if I may ask?”

“I’m writing an alien story for my creative writing class and I am very interested as well in the quantum theory aspect of physics too.” Mr. Le Roux smiled at you as took off his glasses and proceeded to clean them with the hem of his black dress shirt. Mr. Le Roux was beyond handsome, not hot, he was just really handsome despite being in his late 40′s. He had a full set of dreamy like hair and the apparent wrinkles on his eyes that you could call, happy lines, just added to his charm.

“Sure,” He closed his glasses and placed them in his breast pocket. “We could study that apart as well.”

“Now what we do here, is clean and wash clothes.” Taehyung had been teaching Jimin all day where everything was and went in the house. Taehyung was a scrub nurse who was on call. He had done his associate degree for it at the age of 19 and because he was a male and had the highest grades, he had gotten great scholarships and grants as well as completed two years of supervised clinical practice in a hospital. It was his first year as an official surgical nurse and he had already seen so many more things than young people at his age see while travelling. And to be honest, he loved it more than anything. 

Jimin loved his new cousin. The guy was funny and very energetic, he could feel them forming a wonderful relationship. It made him feel at ease, and not as if he were million of light years away from his home and his family. 

“If (Y/N) had school, and you assist people cut others open to rearrange their internal organs to make them better, why is she still there and you are already working?” Tae leaned back into the dryer.

“I only had to do a program that offered me to finish my classes in two years while (Y/N)’s profession is something that requires more experience and schooling so she is more than prepared.” Jimin jumped onto the washing machine next to the dryer. 

“Is she going to be queen?” The only reason why people in his planet took so much time in school was if they were going to step up into some sort of noble title.

Tae laughed as the deep octaves of his laugh danced around the room.

“Sure, she wishes.”

“Honey, I’m home!” Jimin was very puzzled. He was sure you could be Queen, a very rude one probably but still a queen since you did save him. Taehyung patted his thigh before going off to greet Y/N.

Jimin jumped off the machine and followed behind. 

You were very nice he decided. You had cooked for him something you called creamy chicken fettuccine pasta which he was hesitant to taste at first since it was foreign to him but after the first bite he took, it was so good, he felt like he was going to explode. He had also noted that you seemed to like to touch him a lot as well as your mate Taehyung who was also very touchy with you as well as himself. There were times he wondered if this was something just humans did. Taehyung had received a message from his device and quickly bid him goodbye before hugging Y/N who swatted him away. 

“Who communicated with him?” Jimin watched as you were bent over the arm of the couch, trying to reach the remote control of the TV while he himself was seated next to you, rather next to your ass (Taehyung called that part of the body ass while he had fallen) that was in his face. Is this how humans asked for relations? 

“He just got paged for surgery,” You huffed as you tried to push your lower body further down into the floor to reach the control, praying you wouldn’t be too far from the couch and end up falling onto your face. “He’ll be back in like 6 hours the least.” This was extremely more hard to do than getting up and retrieving the remote yourself. You were determined to show Jimin the movie Lilo and Stitch so he could understand that he was your literal angel that fell from the sky and saved you today.

But it was clear that the alien had other plans. 

Just when you felt you were going to fall into the carpet, you felt two strong hands grip your hips and pull you back.

“Okay.” Jimin’s hot breath grazed the back of your leggings and hit you right on one of your cheeks, sending a blush to your face and a shot through your lower stomach and straight into your core. He continued to pull you back until he finally sat you on his lap causing you to straighten your upper body in shock.

“Oh my,” There was no denying that such a simple act had now caused you to become extremely aroused. You tried to not shift as you felt your clit begin to puff up and how easily your lower lips moved due to the natural, sweet lubrication you were leaking. 

You were soaking wet. 

What made it worse was that you had no panties on so if you continued to remember how it felt when Jimin had practically breathed onto your ass, you would soak through and right into his jeans. This was suppose to be a cute moment. You introducing him to how children’s movies are the best thing ever but it was spoiled. Literally.

“Are you fine?” Jimin felt you squirm around in his lap as the scent of you got strange and very sweet. 

“I’m going to my room.” He sensed you were embarrassed. By why? Were you not allowed to be alone with him? 

“Is Taehyung your mate?” It had to be that. Jimin felt awful to realize that he had just embarrassed you by acting extremely forward with you even though you were probably being courted by his cousin.

"God no." You felt something very hard and thick under you suddenly.

"I thought he was." Jimin's voice seemed to have gotten an octave lower.

"N-no, he's just my roommate who I split bills with." He hummed as if he were thinking. "I need to go." Just when you were about to get up, he hugged your waist.

"To be quite frank, I have never been in your form before and what I am feeling at the moment feels very," Jimin didn't mean to keep you in place but something within him caused it to happen. "Weird."

"In my form?" He placed his chin on your shoulder.

"Yes. My people can camouflage once we are near the atmosphere of different planets, into the natural offsprings of the planet but we still feel our true selves deep inside when we feel threatened." You didn't understand how exactly you could be still while feeling him.

"Do you fuck the women when you invade their planet?" The statement had just escaped you. Jimin pressed you into his chest however.

"I am a Prince. The females of my planet throw themselves at me," He growled as he spoke menacingly into your neck, giving you chills. "I do not need to fuck inferior females." If anything, his degrading words made you throb, causing an estranged whine to escape you. "You want me to take you, do you not?" He placed his hand on your throat, his fingers gripping the bottom of your jaw and chin as his palm was flat against your neck.

"Y-yes." How long was it since you had sex? School was so stressful and despite reading, bath bombs, candles, and the piano music that was suppose to aide you, it never quite worked like sex. But it wasn't always that great, it was more of a self effort to make yourself cum. Taehyung always avoided you when you were beyond horny and stressed, spending even the night at the hospital. But here you had Jimin. Someone who was nearly choking and griping your lower face hard.

"You could never be enough." His other hand lowered into your sweats, where he felt the very smooth skin of your lower stomach and the soft skin between your hips. "Are all females of your planet this soft? Oh, are you wet?" He was surprised to feel how the anatomy was of a female on your planet. The inside of what seemed to be a soft, warm crevasse was adorned with a warm liquid as well that seem to coat his fingers. He felt how your heart began to beat faster and how your breathing increased as well. The blood in your body was rushing to where his hand was.

"F-f-fuck," He loved the sound of your whines. "P-please touch me." Jimin didn't need to be told twice.

"Could you lean on the side of the couch again?" He whispered to you as you began to rock yourself against his curious hand.

"Mhm." The high pitched whimper was sent straight into his core. He had never experienced such a feeling before. It was intense and almost made him whimper as well.

You pulled yourself off his lap and leaned into the arm of the couch, your lower body was up and in his face again.

"Pull my leggings down." He hooked his fingers in either side of the leggings and slowly pulled them down.

 Jimin was in awe. The more he pulled them down, the more you seemed to be making sounds.

"You are glistening. I have never witness such a beautiful sight." You purred at his compliment.

Jimin was curious as how to touch you. He carefully pressed a finger on your swollen lips and clit, earning a loud moan from you. He quickly pulled his finger away.

"No, please don't stop." Jimin nodded as he pressed his ring finger into the leaking hole, feeling its soft and warm walls contract against his finger, almost hugging him tightly. With his other hand, he rubbed the liquid you had running down your thighs into your skin, his face now closer.

"You must be a Princess." Your heart burst.

"I'm not." He ignored you as he began to slowly pull out his finger and felt you push your hips back onto him, so he sunk his finger back in. "You're suppose to finger me, baby." Baby. That felt like a very nice word.

"How do I finger you?" You reached back, grabbing his wrist and pulling in and out his finger, allowing yourself to release shallow breaths. "You look so good using my hand like that. The purple on your skin looks beautiful as well." You felt dirty and utterly shameless but it was so amazing. You ignored the soaring pain in your bruised wrist as you continued to use his hand as a toy for your pleasure.  He quickly inserted his middle finger, relinquishing the feeling of how you felt. Jimin felt himself grow tighter in his constricting jeans as it started to hurt but seeing how you were fingering your coated hole with his hand made him ignore the pain.

"Get c-closer." Jimin scoot closer, seeing how your body worked this much closer made his mouth water. He felt this sudden deep animalistic urge to bite the soft flesh of your ass.

"May I bite you?"

"T-touch m-my clit." He looked at you and began to touch everything which made you squeal and it wasn't until he touched your clit that you began to cry his name out.

"I apologize." He was about to pull away when you pressed further back which resulted in you pressing into his face. He pulled his fingers out, and sunk his teeth into one of your swollen lips.

"J-J-jhhhhh," There was no denying that the sounds you were making were music to him. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit as his nose was pressed into your lips. He was in love with how you were screaming and thrashing. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the pillows of the couch, your face pressed into them hard. Jimin was sucking on your clit as he reached into you with his fingers, caressing your walls causing them to grip him. God, how can someone be so good at giving you this much attention and not wanting to be given attention themselves?

"Do you like this?" He moved his tongue into you as he began to work with his fingers. Goodness, who knew humans tasted this fucking good? Jimin couldn't stop himself, he was desperately lapping you up and turned into a whining mess. He needed to stay like this forever until he had taken the last drip that tasted of you.

You were worked into a fury. There was no way you would last long if he kept this up as you felt your lower stomach build up tension with your eyes rolling back.

Jimin quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down as well as his underwear, feeling himself freed and a lot better but the taste of you and the sounds you were making made his cock throb angrily. He had to be in you, he had to, it was the only way he would feel better.

You cried out as you felt him pull away, feeling the cool air caress your hot core.

It wasn't until you felt the couch shift from under you and felt Jimin's hands on your hips that you then felt him press the head of his dick on your clit.

"Pleeeeaaasse," He had so much control over you, it was adding to his ego.

"What do you want from me, you useless human?" He continued to press himself against your clit, rubbing his head against it as you pressed yourself back into him.

"Please fuck me," You were on the verge of tears.

"I told you already that I do not fuck inferior beings." He teasingly positioned himself into your hole, giving you shallow thrusts. "I would just have you, and then dispose of you because you are not good enough."

"What makes you think you're even good enough for me?" You challenged back.

You felt him push himself into you hard, splitting you in half. He gripped your hair into his fist and pulled you back on to him. You were getting savagely fucked by this alien who was spatting out growls that were beyond terrifying as well as hot that you welcomed the pain. He filled you completely, it was so good that you began to move your hips to his harsh thrusts. 

But Jimin wasn’t having it.

“Down!” He pressed a hand down hard on your lower back, causing your belly button to kiss the couch as your ass was high up for him to spank violently at as he continued to hit his dick in a very sensitive spot that the angle was giving him. 

You had never been treated like this, so primeval and yet so carefully at the same time. 

Jimin let go of your hair, leaned down to lick the back of your ear and bite down on your neck which caused you to mewl loudly as tears leaked from the corners of your eyes from the intense pleasure washing all over you. He was determined to leave more shades of purple on you just like the one he had adoring your wrist. The familiar tension building up in your lower stomach resurfaced, far more present than before. 

“M-my cli-clit,” You choked into the couch. Jimin quickly pressed his finger roughly onto your pearl, touching it so sweetly as well as rubbing it senselessly as he felt your walls tighten around him, leaving him breathless. 

“My Princess,” He whimpered into your back. “I want you to feel good.” You began to sob from how he was angling his hips into you, greedily hitting your g-spot with much more force. There was no way you would be alive after all this. 

Just then, you felt something behind your eyes crack, causing blinding white lights to explode and the tension of your lower stomach break. The high that followed was one worthy of a strong drug trip.

At the feeling of how your walls compulsing on his dick, Jimin felt this sense of euphoria and wonder go all through him as he felt himself release a warm liquid in deeply within you, bringing him to collapse onto you but his fingers never stopped rubbing your clit which helped you chase your high.

“J-Jimin, it hurts.” You were overstimulated from his fingers abusing your clit, causing you to move around a bit.

“I am sorry.” He panted before bringing his hand to your back, where he stoked and felt how the skin of your back was so soft and smooth, leaving him in wonder at how you were just soft all over. 

He rolled off of you and instead, next to you on the couch, on his side. You could feel his russet eyes on you but you were too tired to open your eyes. 

Little did you know that Jimin was actually admiring your face and body. He couldn't help but to rub your shoulder blade in such tenderness. He began to trail his hand down the slope of your back, his finger drawing little symbols over the silky skin. He noticed you were leaking fluids from the earlier activity the two of you shared so he sat up, pulling his shirt from the back of the neck, making it come off and proceeded to wipe you clean, watching as how the liquid he had released in you came out white. It was a satisfying feeling for him to see such a sight. Back in his planet, it was actually the females who would mark the males to signify there were together after their intercourse which was a bit different from human intercourse. But maybe in your planet, having his fluid leak from you meant that you were his for the taking. He had just beat Taehyung to it.

“Admiring your work?” You were watching him with the slight turn of your head to see how he looked at his cum drip from out of you. “Don’t worry, I’m on the shot although I don’t know how effective it is against alien semen but if it’s dangerous enough to give me bone cancer after a few years, it should be lethal enough to prevent a pregnancy.” Pregnancy? 

“Oh.” You watch him throw the shirt away, landing on the counter of the coffee table in the middle of the living room. It was your turn to sit up now. Jimin scoot a bit away so you could fit.

“Did you mean what you said?” Why were you bringing this up?

Jimin looked at you momentarily and then back to where he was once physically connected to you. He didn’t want to admit that saving him that night, had caused him to be attracted to you in a way that he deeply loathed since you were quite detestable in itself but now, he felt very strange.

“I must go wash myself, I believe you must as well.” He didn’t look back at you as he got off the couch and trotted almost mindlessly into the bathroom. 

What a strange alien.

“First of all, why would you fuck my roommate?” Tae had arrived at 1 A.M. and was pleasantly surprised that Jimin was waiting for him at the door, greeting him. They were currently in his room playing Halo. Jimin had a difficult time grasping the concept of him killing strange life forms even if it were fake. 

“It was quite spontaneous, I did not plan on it although I cannot say the same as for her.” He heard Tae sighed deeply as he shot another alien in the game, startling Jimin.

“We don’t fuck our roommates because that causes all sorts of weird stuff and problems. It’s unhealthy too since she fucks anyone on the weekends so if you caught feelings, they’re going to hurt.”

“Caught feelings? Is that a disease?” Tae hummed approvingly to his cousin.

“A very deadly one at that.” Oh dear, now Jimin was going to die.

Tae quickly paused the game as soon as he caught a glimpse of Jimin’s face as it contoured into panic ad the blue murmur under his skin seem to brighten.

“I am going to die from this?” He pointed to his obnoxious heart that was beating out of control. 

“Hey, hey,” Tae pulled the controller out of the other male’s hands and set it on the bed. “What did we say about being too keen on taking thing literal?”

“I am sorry.” Jimin closed his eyes as he to slow his breathing.

“Hey- oh.” Y/N had opened the door with a smile which quickly ceased when she saw Jimin seated in bed next to Taehyung who still had his controller in his hands.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Tae didn’t want to be caught in the middle of this awkward fucking-then-feelings-occurring-nonsense. 

“I can just come back later when-”

“Oh my fucking, you’re already here. Might as well.” You leaned into the door frame and Jimin couldn’t help but admire the curves of your body. He had never found such a thing so appetizing. 

“Sarah is here even though it’s fucking 3 A.M and she brought your stupid squad. I guess it was free idiots’ night at some club.” You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t that you hated Bangtan. Why they had such a stupid name, you would never know. But it was just that Seokjin and Yoongi were always trying to pursue something with you and you could not deny that you really wanted them both but it was an unsaid rule between you and Tae where you couldn’t fuck his friends just like he couldn't fuck yours.

"Why is Sarah with then?" Tae felt like throwing a tantrum. Y/N and him were both a bit unaware of Jimin as they were lost in their conversation of a squad and Sarah.

"Just come. She's probably making out with Namjoon at this point." Tae quickly stood up, mouthing a "come with me" to his cousin as he walked past Y/N who suddenly shift her eyes onto Jimin.

"I will not dispose of you." He spoke in a hush voice. "And you were quite correct earlier about it being myself that was not enough for you." The shy alien hugged his knees to his chest, not daring to look at you.

You sighed, walking to the bed and sat on the end of it, looking at the alien who was avoiding your eyes.

"What makes you say that?" He finally raised his russet eyes to meet you.

"Because it is quite clear to me that you do not like me, and what I had said earlier about you being a Princess, that I meant.” You couldn’t really move. You wanted to sit next to him and not at the end of the bed, expressing to him that you did like him, just not as how he probably felt since he kept referring to you during sex as Princess. “You do not have to say anything to me.” He climbed off the bed and stood there, looking away, feeling ashamed. “I am quite aware that it is not something possible either way given that we do not belong in each others’ planet.” It was almost as if he were saying goodbye to you. “The silence you are giving me in response to my confession is one that is very loud.” He chuckled dryly. “It is a silence of not replicating my inner desires and needs.” Jimin finally looked up at you. “I thank you for everything but it would be best if I do not stay here a minute longer and return to Aquerio where I am to fulfill my duties.”

“You can’t go.” You finally found your voice. “I’m sorry I let this get out of control. I didn’t know that what we did earlier would have caused you to believe-” He felt a sharp pang to his heart. Believe? “that we could have had something. I’m sorry.” 

“This-” Tae was cut short as Jimin gave him a weak smile before walking out of the room, past the drunk line of friends who were too intoxicated to make out the fuzzy image in their vision was actually a person. “What did you do?” Tae demanded as you scurried after the alien. But it was then that Jin threw himself on you, blocking your way to go after Jimin.

“Heeeeeeeyyyy,” He tried to say your name but it came out in a slurred mess of an attempt. 

“Jin, please let me go.” Jimin had turned left, disappearing from the hallway. “Taehyung-ie get your friend off me!” It was actually Yoongi that pulled Jin off of you but before he could give you a snarky remark, you had ran into the direction that Jimin had disappeared in.

Part 2