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warnings: yes i like slowburn. why are you asking?
you knock on the door of the stables like it's Taehyung's office, and he opens with a smile of an IT guy who smells a little like horses. the strawberry-peach of the sunset is playing colours on his young, lean face. the birthmark on his lower lip shines black. he lets you in with eagerness like he's been waiting for you, and you are immediately stopped from speaking about the thing you came for.
"yes", he pulls you in by the elbow. the soft, warm lanterns are shining under the ceiling, but you still leave the doors open to let the fresh air in. you walk over to Taehyung's best friends, horses, and pat one on the face. they remember you by now, snuggle into your touch. you bask in the warmth of an intelligent eye, seeing your reflection.
"what happened to your lip?" he asks, half-way to his working bench.
"i fell yesterday and split it on the stairs", you reply, looking at the horse.
"okay. i need to show you something".
you move your focus to Taehyung.
"are you going to intercept the Europeans with the others?"
"yes", he brushes you off busily, "give me your hand".
you step to him, trusting him fully, and put out your long-suffering hand. the traces of your prolonged stay in here still sore to this day. the ugly wide scar hidden beneath a clean cloth. you now wear it out of aesthetic principle because for now it looks hideous.
Taehyung wraps a thin brown strap around your wrist with concentrated expression on his face. it's hard to describe what it is: looks like something in between a watch and a compass. round case with a glass lid and even flowery pattern on the sides of it: quite an intricate work, actually. but inside, there are no hands or numbers. instead, it's collection of small... pea-looking dots? that begin to move once the "watch" is strapped to you.
Taehyung sighs with surprise like he wasn't the one who made it.
"what is it, Tae?" you stare at this alien thing, applying all your traveller mind to understanding. you've seen many a futuristic device; you've been to Titan of the future! but nothing ever like this.
"so, Jiyoung", he begins. of course it's for her, you think with a smirk, "gets tired of the heat. sometimes her heart starts beating too hard when the day is exceptionally sunny".
you nod patiently.
"when her heart beats too fast..." he explains, like you are very stupid or very little,
"...because she sees you..." you put in. Taehyung grins like a boy.
"no, because of the sun... she feels sick".
"it's called sunstroke, i'm sure you're aware".
he lifts his finger.
"yes. this device is made of Chongseong metal".
"huh?"
"Chongseong metal".
"say it again".
"Chongseong metal".
"sorry?"
"Chongseong..." he sighs, annoyed. you chuckle.
"i have no idea what it is".
"it's rare. we mine it from the inside of the mountains".
"that's the first time i hear Joseon has mining business. how do you even do that?"
Taehyung steps away and imitates hitting a rock.
"with very big picks".
"okay... and what is special about this metal?"
"it feels you".
"it feels me?"
Taehyung nods. then his face lights up.
"oh, Jungkook was right. it is extensively pleasurable to tell you something you don't know. you really never heard about Chongseong metal?"
you shake your head.
"metal that feels you sounds a little surrealistic, no? it's like that sapphire viper venom that makes a Hulk out of you".
"a Hulk?"
"like a god".
Taehyung nods again and adjusts the device on your wrist. you start understanding. slowly. the dots don't just move: they hop softly under the glass. to the rhythm of your heart.
"it listens to your blood. and when the peas hop and mingle too fast... it means you need to get out into the shade".
your free hand scratches your cheek.
"Taehyung", you say, "you invented an Apple Watch, bro".
"no, no apples involved. just skin of a..."
you wave his words away.
"this is mega advanced technology. given", you can't take your eyes off it, "partially involving some magic deep-mountain sentient metal, but still..."
you start jumping in place, lifting your knees, to increase your heart rate. indeed, the peas, as he calls them, start hopping with you, slightly darting from left to right. they do not move because you move; as you stand still, they go back to the peaceful, heartbeat tempo. you raise your eyes.
"this is genius".
Taehyung beams, drops his chin, rolls his eyes. you unstrap it and give it back to him.
"what are you calling it?"
"Jiyoung's heart".
"oh my god", you whine, grabbing your chest, "shut the fuck up! you are..." your hand points at him accusingly, "you are literally the most dreamy guy in here. how are you real?"
as you fall on a bench, a horse closest to you nudges you in the shoulder with its head, believing you're in distress and need assistance. Taehyung keeps smiling, then fidgets with his long hair as he puts the watch away. you want to cry, then, with effort, rub your face.
"did you want something, as well, or?.." he asks innocently. you lift your head again.
"right".
your hand dives into your pocket and you take out the lilac ribbon.
"this is the reason you've jumped Yoongi, isn't it?"
Taehyung's eyes slide down the ribbon, and he purses his lips like he is trying not to let something out. so, it's pretty much confirmed.
"this is one of the two ribbons Jiyoung had given me", you continue, "and i thought i lost one on the night i fought the illustrious wang. but i didn't lose it. he stole it, didn't he? and then you saw it and thought he is fucking your girl".
Taehyung winces at your words.
"sorry. thought she had given it to him".
"she didn't tell me she gifted them away. they were her mother's".
you fall quiet.
"we are still forbidden to talk to you", he says softly. you slide the ribbon into your palm. a low chuckle escapes your throat.
you consider whether you should tell Taehyung about the... so-called kiss Yoongi performed on your cut.
"he can't be that delulu, he must know i am friends with you".
Taehyung shrugs, pondering.
"suppose he trusts me. us".
"what do you make of Namjoon?" you ask. his eyes stare at the ceiling as his tongue helps him think.
"nothing so far. he is important to you, right?"
"uh-huh. i find his change of heart suspicious".
"i don't", Tae says suddenly, and it surprises you. he crosses his arms on his chest. "picture this: he was raised with impure blood, in deception, meant not to be loved but to kill the king. what loaylty should he have for those people?" he says it with almost disgust, his hatred for Europeans showing, "i believe his attempt to shoot the king was a death wish, a masked call to be executed".
you hum.
Taehyung sniffs through his nose, and you don't like how it sounds.
"what?"
"been asking all kinds of questions about you, too".
his eyes dart to the ribbon you play with, hand resting on your knees.
"don't give Namjoon the second one, or there will be blood".
you are offended, grimacing.
"how dare you. i am on first base with little meow meow. plus, i didn't give it to him anyway, i told you. he stole it from me".
there's a curvy, uneven grin colouring Taehyung's mouth. talk about romance.
"Namjoon is like a brother to me".
the boy raises his eyebrows.
"so you do know him?"
you struggle to find words, click your tongue, your mind rattling in the caged corner you keep running yourself into. why yap so much, y/n? Taehyung nods darkly.
"right, secrets. i don't want to hear any more fairytale lies from you, so keep it. you knew my name the first day you came here".
"what i can tell you", you cut him off firmly, "is that i will jump in front any of you, like i did with Hobi".
he blinks into emptiness. listenins to you intently.
his question sounds so soft, sincere in the late pink darkness of the stables, that it almost cracks you:
"but why?"
you wrap the full length of the ribbon around your finger, searching for a way to tell him.
"just accept it", you say finally. "alright?"
Taehyung purses his lower lip with some off the charts charm. you ask him when the company leaves, to stop the European plot.
"the end of the week", he says, sitting upright on the bench and counting horses with his eyes, "you're not going. by the way".
"i bet i could sneak into Namjoon's sack and no one will notice me".
he only snorts disapprovingly. you stand up to make your joints work and to look outside.
"is Yoongi going, too?"
"yes. worried?"
you walk over to Taehyung and adjust the headband on his forehead.
"of course i am, duh".
"what happened to you and him being over?" a sly, nasty smirk on his face. you scratch your sweaty neck behind the collar. the first Joseon period made this day very long and more exhausting than others; you rub your belly that is begging you to get onto the futon and sleep.
"love-hate dynamic. can't help it, wanna bark at him".
you wish him a good night and leave, and horses neigh sleepily.
Jiji-Suga turns out to be a boy. he is still a slender, bony guy who walks elegantly in between flower bushes, keeping his thin, pointy tail up. curious, but, alas, the curse of his name: he strides around like he owns the place. must be the sitting on wang's shoulder, taking in his fresh scent of superiority. when the cat approaches you, no doubt remembering your welcoming lap after the horror of the storm, you sit up and smile at him like he is the best thing in the world. in many aspects, he is. it's a damn cat. it doesn't get any better than a cat.
your hand reaches for him, and Jiji-Suga taps his wet, cold nose into the palm. you pet it on the back, still feeling the spine poking out. but if he is fed regularly like that first evening, he will gain weight in no time.
"how many peacocks have you killed today?" you ask him tenderly. just like any other curious cat, he starts sniffing your tools; the raw, damp soil upturned at your knees, and the small piles of seeds. you have elected the Garden of the South for anemones, the farthest one. the Night Garden was your first thought, but you decided it would be too arrogant. plus the flowers would clash. here, among peonies and bluebells, the round, windy summer flowers will fit.
you distract yourself from work by checking Jiji-Suga's nails. he has a beautiful... face? snoot? bright green eyes, as well, and his fur is shiny and thick. could be someone's cat actually, but whose? now it's yours. he walks aimlessly among the flowers, looking absolutely dazzling in between two poppies, and then loafs comfortably at an arm's length from you and simply observes you poking into the ground.
"dammit, some UV lights would be very handy in here, don't you think?" you murmur at him. Jiji-Suga moves his ears, catching some distant sounds from within the yards.
you put the seeds that are sanded and bloated from soaking overnight into the damp soil and cover them neatly. the cat is just like the rest: doesn't appreciate your singing very much, sensitive to sounds. he gets distracted by the birds flying by up above him.
you jump slightly when a voice calls you from behind:
"astronaut".
no doubt he uses it because you specifically told him to forget.
you flinch, electricity zipping your armpits, startled, and turn, flaring your nostrils.
"why you always gotta sneak up? can't you walk like normal people?"
Yoongi is leaning against the painted red banister. you forget he is a cat, as well. can't help the smirk on his face. he looks at the cut on your lip with wild entertainment, and all your cool that Seokjin and Taehyung admire so much crumbles like a fresh cookie. it's infuriating! tilting his head slightly is king's version of keeping his tail upright.
"my chamber is empty".
Hoseok looks bored, standing a few steps away. his eyes wandering around the ceiling. it's like he is visibly tortured by this scene, although it has just begun. maybe Yoongi takes pleasure in submitting his General to this public displays of affection.
"that's an embarrassing thing to say for a king".
Hobi doesn't even react anymore.
"and the florist. where are the flowers?"
he is literally just flirting now. there is no hint of threat anymore. he is just bored.
you gesture to the seeds sitting on the ground and waiting to be planted.
"you will get them in a year. nine months, if we are lucky", you fidget slightly, knees going sleepy in this sitting position. adjust the blanket you are sitting on. anything not to look him in the eye. come oooonnnn. all sass has drained from you. every look at Yoongi reminds you of the monstrous desire to get within his grasp again. it's even worse that you know the ribbon is somewhere on him.
"anemones take their time forming the root system first", you explain, just to ramble, "and only then sprout. it will be weeks before we see them above the ground".
"anemones?" he asks, rather sincerely, "just pick any others".
"you get anemones or you get nothing", you say with finality and go back to work.
he is quiet for some time. you only know he is still there because Jiji-Suga is looking at him.
"while i am away, you're staying inside the palace grounds", Yoongi says. you turn back again, the swing forcing you to put your hair away. left the ribbon at your futon. you don't feel like giving him the pleasure of seeing yours now.
"why is that?"
"someone needs to keep an eye on..." his jaw goes sideways. you can see his delicate upper teeth waiting to sink into someone's throat, "cat".
"he has a name".
Yoongi is visibly refusing to say it.
"that we gave him, you know".
nothing.
"say it. Jiji-Suga".
Hoseok scratches his forehead, stunted.
"that is such a weird name".
"why are you surprised?" Yoongi pushes himself off the banister showing that chat is over. he turns to General like he is just a friend, a close friend. in a familiar motion of the chin.
"at least lift the ban if i will be living here", you urge, raising yourself a little. Yoongi looks back at you. his cresent eyes tender.
"nobody speaks to me. i will be like a ghost in here".
he muses for a second, mouth slightly ajar. very soon, if this war of hormone continues, you will need regular ice-cold showers.
"counselor is at your disposal", he utters. then nods at Hoseok.
"he will show you the room. right, General?"
it ultimately comes down to who will be the first to make Hobi scream with fury. king's horsetail swings like he is giddy. the sky is once again crystal-blue.
"when is cold coming?" you ask musingly. Hoseok surprisingly cranes his neck to look out from under the roof:
"yes, it is an anomaly".
Jiji-Suga gets up and walks over to him swiftly, immensely interested in his pants. you and Yoongi watch as the cat grinds his side against Hobi's leg.
"are Namkook going with you guys?" you shake your hands from the soil. it's just that you don't want them to leave for now.
"who?" Hobi's face is wincing. he is so done with your bullshit, it's spectacular. Yoongi's black eyes drill you. you have got to admire his mind: you can see it's working.
"Namjoon... and Jungkook. why are you asking about the archer?"
and his voice drops a tiny amount, almost unnoticeable icy millimeter. it gives you immeasurable pleasure. you know this type of men mainly from movies. the fact that Agust D the cool boss had stolen your ribbon. put a ban on even looking at you on everybody except an asexual blind guy and his closest friend; he must be simmering inside. there is a sore on the background of it all that you cannot detect yet.
it is simply too good to go on for too long.
you start to worry. what if Namjoon had brought bad news, not good? what if something happens to them in that journey? what if the pistols shoot? you sigh; the day is suddenly drained of all joy. Yoongi is still waiting for the answer.
"why, you jealous?" you grumble, without a feeling.
"you have no idea", he responds, smoothly. so simply that it doesn't register at first.
you bow your head above the ground pretending to get busy with seeds again.
"what colour of anemones do you want?" the question hits you in the back. the heat is filling your face, you're unable to look up.
"huh?"
"what colour. do you want?" his voice is deep like the chasms of your fantasies about him.
"dark purple".
as they leave, the skirts shuffle, and you finally breathe out. you look at Jiji-Suga returning to your side, bulging your eyes.
"dude", you whisper. throw one cautious look over your shoulder. "i can't do this much longer. i will either humiliate myself or fuck him right in the corridor".
the cat arches his back under your hand. Jiji-Suga couldn't give two shits about your problems.
thinking abt the time when i was on like a zoom call or something with my dad and my background was the market in the daechwita mv and my dad was like "where are you right now. you look poor"
