#kingwang

Happy birthday Jackson! My fellow aries! The most dedicated, hardworking, talented human being! I can't wait to see what you'll bring for 2020! I hope you success what you want to achieve with GOT7 and TeamWang. I'll always support you and fly beside you. I love you 3000!💚

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THE ENTRY BEFORE YOU WAS overpowering. Two cloaked figures reached to open the dark, black doors that seemed to reek of shadows. Smoke seeped through the cracks and pooled around your bare feet.

They had taken your shoes, clothes, and all other possessions you held onto. All except a gold ring around your finger. They had put you in a ragged dress that was torn, and coarse against your skin.

The cloaked beings behind pushed you roughly, forcing you to step forward. Chills ran up and down your arms. You gasped as they pushed you again. Stumbling through the doors, you tried to keep your eyes from wondering, but you couldn't help it. Marble pillars stood throughout the whole room, with more cloaked spirits standing before them, gripping stakes of fire that were the only source of light in the room.

Your eyes were so distracted by the glittering gold on the walls and ceiling, that you didn't notice the long, velvet rug that extend the room. It was soft underneath your toes. You realized then, it was the color of blood. Fear immediately filled your veins. With your hands bond, the cloaked beings silently tugged and pulled on the rope. You struggled against them, but they were too strong.

Soon, a golden throne immersed from the darkened smoke, and your eyes settled on the person who sat upon it. He was wearing a long, black cape that was tied over his broad shoulders and chest. A spiked black crown laid atop his lush hair. Once your eyes landed on his face, you gasped.

He was beautiful.

His skin almost glowed, it was so stunning. Everything from his brows to his neck was elegant and symmetrical. His eyes locked on you, as the cloaked figured pulled once more. The tug made you fall to your knees.

This man before you had to be their King. He radiated a dark power that seemed all too familiar. It almost felt tangible. These cloaked beings must be his subjects. The one holding on to your bindings, bowed before this King. You realized then, you were this King’s prisoner. You had trespassed somewhere you shouldn't, and now you were going to pay for it. You knew by the look in this King's eyes, you wouldn't live out the night.

He stood abruptly.

"I thought I told you to be gentle with her." 

His voice. It was deep, and sultry. Like a secret caress. A touch that happened behind closed doors. One that you longed for, but hadn't realized until you heard him speak.

His stare was intent on you, and it felt all consuming. His eyes were dark and spoke of things that went bump in the night, but as you dared to look closer, you could see that there was something else. Some sort of aching pain as he looked on you. He slowly descended the steps that lead to the golden throne. His black cape trailed behind him, parting the smoke that swirled across the cool, marbled floor. You realized then that there were people dancing just behind his throne. They danced as if they were cursed, their arms and legs reaching for something that seemed just out of reach.

The room grew colder as the King drew closer.

"Stand."

His sudden voice sent chills down your spine. You had never heard something like it before. You couldn't stop staring. Every inch of him was hard edges and angles. You were so lost in him, that you forgot he had spoken to you.

"You want me to—to what?" You couldn't remember what he had said. He was hypnotizing you. Was this his power?

He stepped closer. You could see his booted feet and sleek legs hidden beneath his cape. They looked muscled. You felt your cheeks warm at the thought.

"I said, stand." His tone was demanding, yet there was an amusement too. As if he found you amusing. Stubbornly, you stumbled to your feet, narrowing your eyes at this King. You felt pathetic enough, this King didn't need to make you feel worse.

His dark eyes lit at your temper.

You realized he had jewels dangling from his ears. They were two silver loops. They suited him. Everything he wore seemed to suit him.

The King outstretched his arms. "Welcome to my court of darkness. I've been waiting for you."

Waiting for you? How could that be possible? Fear etched into every part of your body as the King stepped even closer to you. He reached for your dress, and rubbed the material with his fingers.

"I can't imagine how uncomfortable this drab must be. This won't do, will it?"

His question confused you. He waved his fingers in the air. You watched as the smoke of darkness started to dance up your body. You expected it to feel cold, but it wasn't. It felt the opposite. The darkened smoke felt like someone was touching you. Your skin burned from the inside out, as the smoke danced all around you. It clung to you like a second skin, and soon with amazement, you watched the torn dress you were wearing, fade into something else.

You now wore a black dress that fell mid thigh, along with black high heeled ankle boots. The dress shone from the fires flickering throughout the room. The shadows fell, and you could feel their presence leave you. Your heart ached for them to come back.

That ache became stronger once you met the King's eyes. They were full of wanting. "There you are." His smile gleamed at you, leaving you stunned.

"Leave us." The King lifted his hand, dismissing. You watched as the cloaked beings left, including the dancers. You turned your gaze back to the King and you were met with an intensity that was overwhelming.

He gripped the end of ropes that still held your wrists bond. The King slowly wrapped them around his hands, pulling you closer and closer. He now stood mer inches from you. His delicate fingers reached out and tugged the ropes free. They fell to the marbled floor and you gasped when he took both of your wrists in his hands. He gently caressed the skin where the ropes left a red tenderness. You shivered at how warm his touch was.

It felt like the shadows had when they enveloped you. His eyes softened as his fingers laced through your fingers. "You found your way back to me."

You furrowed your brows.

He smile became dreamy. "I knew you would."

This mysterious King pulled you up the steps towards his throne. Your boot caught on one of them, widening your eyes, the floor came into view. You closed your eyes against the pain that would soon come, but you never felt it. Instead you felt a solid embrace surround you.

You opened your eyes to see that the King had his muscled arms around your waist and held you against his chest. You sighed, and felt his body shutter. Something seemed to snap in him then, because one moment he was looking in your eyes and the next he leaned his face in to engulf you. You could feel his breath against your skin, and felt your own body shutter this time.

Your mind was fighting you, telling you that this was wrong, while your body was reacting all on its own. As if it knew what it was doing. As if your body knew this King that seemed all too familiar, and yet—yet something was missing.

"Who are you?" You somehow managed to utter. He pulled away just slightly to stare into your eyes once more. His dropped to your neck and traveled past your lips that released a sigh without warning. He was shaking again.

"You don't remember." He seemed to be speaking more to himself than you. You took this moment to stare at his lips yourself. They were the perfect shade of pink, and you could smell the fresh scent of his breathe. One of his arms remained wrapped around your waist, keeping you close, while the other ventured to your face. He traced his thumb over your bottom lip. It parted willingly for him.

"This should help you remember." His voice was husky, and it was the only signal you got before his mouth consumed yours.

His lips might've looked soft, but as they touched yours, you realized there wasn't going to be anything soft about this kiss. It was full of desperate longing. The same aching pain you had seen earlier in his eyes, was being played out on your lips. You were stunned, confused. Until a light beckoned. You wanted that light. No, you needed that light. So you followed it.

You kissed him back with the same longing pain.

You wrapped your own arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His tongue reached out for yours and you gave it up to him. Once they collided, he lifted your legs around his waist, and brought you down with him on his Throne.

That's when the wall broke. Images of the King before you soared in your mind and your heart pounded against his mesmerizing touch.

A memory appeared with you walking in a garden, reaching to pluck a ash rose from its steam. You felt a sting and winced, pulling your fingers back. You can remember hearing the King's voice call out your name in that garden. He had reached for your wrist, seeing the blood trickle down your finger. His eyes never left yours as he took that finger in his mouth and sucked. The heat you had felt in that moment was overwhelming.

It was the first time you had met him.

The images changed and now you were in a dark chamber, that was barely lit. You could feel his touch in this memory. You could feel his kiss and it wasn't just on your lips. It was all over your body. He had trailed his lips all the way down to your toes and back again, until you had to begged for more.

You can remember sacred words that he had whispered into the night. The ones he has whispered against your skin multiple times.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

This King before you, loved you. He wasn't going to kill you. You weren't his prisoner.

No. You were his Queen.

The truth made you moan under his lips. His name appeared in your mind again. A name you knew you could never forget.

"Jackson." You breathed it against his mouth.

It was his turn to moan.

"There you are."

You smiled against Jackson's mouth and pulled at his cape. You tugged it off and started for his buttoned shirt. He let you freely. While his hands roamed your body, leaving you scorched. His fingers ventured to the hem of your dress, and you felt the straps slide down your shoulders. His lips kissed you there, causing you to throw your head back and gasp.

He trailed his lips up your neck, and pulled the straps down more. His teeth tugged on your ear.

"I've missed you. Gods, I've missed this."

Those words made you sigh. His body was so beautiful. It was as if he was sculpted. You traced your fingers down his body, and he groaned again, deeper this time. You then brought your fingers to thread through his hair at the nap of his neck. It was so soft. Almost as if silk. His crown fell to the ground then, making a loud thunk. It startled both of you.

You pulled away, keeping your hands firmly on his shoulders. He was breathing heavily, his chest expanding against your own.

"Your majesty, Zeus is here to see you." One of the cloaked spirits stated.

Jackson surrounded you both with shadows so the spirit couldn't see what had almost just happened. His eyes were filled with hatred.

"Let him in."

You trembled from the anger in his voice. Soon, this Zeus appeared wearing all white, his hands hidden within his pockets.

You knew him. He was the one that wiped your memory. He had kept you tethered to Earth, while your soul earned for something otherworldly.

He was beautiful too, but it was different. Where Jackson was rough and hard, this man was soft and looked almost angelic.

"Hello Persephone." His voice echoed across the room, and made you tremble.

"Hello, JinYoung."

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