I Won’t Let You Go
✹ main concept: inspired by the anime “yona of the dawn”
✹ pairing: bodyguard!na jaemin x princess!reader
✹ alerts: mentions of blood, fluff, angst
“Princess, get behind me.”
Being surrounded by dozens of soldiers from the Aeogelius kingdom on a slippery cliff was not the ideal situation you had in mind. Just days ago, you felt as if your beating heart had been ripped out of your chest from seeing the bloodied hands of your childhood best friend and the fallen body of the king- your father. The night before, you had gazed at the translucent, milky-white orb that hung high among the stars while your father tenderly brushed the lilies out of your hair from the day’s ceremony. Now, you try to force yourself to blink away your hot tears and the memory of your father’s dark eyes that were bereft of life. You feel yourself shake from the vertigo as you cling to Jaemin’s sleeve, his strong arm holding you against his chest. You stare up at Jaemin, his eyes cut with a sharp coldness, his jaw clenched with fury as he gripped his steel castillon sword in his other hand. A soldier dressed in black and red robes takes steps towards you, his hands reaching out, “Princess. You must return home at once. We’ve been given orders by the king.”
You flash your eyes at the soldier, scoffing, “You mean the man who murdered my father? He’s no king. He’s a coward and a fool.”
You watch the soldier’s face morph from sympathetic to astringent, his tongue swiping his lip, “I am not asking you again, princess.”
In one abrupt movement, Jaemin advances to the soldier, pointing his silver-melded blade to the curve of the man’s ear, “You’re not taking the princess anywhere. Not unless you’re prepared to lose a limb or two.”
The man in the robes screams as he orders his soldiers to attack Jaemin. Like a strike of lightning, Jaemin clashes his weapon to the flying arrows, dodging the swinging swords that spin around him like a tornado. You stumble backwards from the vision of Jaemin moving his arms with aggressive force, your feet hurting from your worn-down shoes. A man kneels on the cliff’s higher ledge, his bow aimed to Jaemin’s shoulder. You’re too late. The wooden stem collides at Jaemin, causing him to let out a pained shout as you watch his tall figure stagger to his knees. Without hesitation, you run to him, using your hands to support his upper-body while rouge stains the fabric of his cloak. His melanoid eyes plead at you, Jaemin grits his teeth in sheer pain, “Princess, you must run. I’ll hold them off so you can escape!”
You give him a desperate stare, “Jaemin, I’m not letting you go. I’m not leaving. It’s not an option.”
Jaemin’s irises turn angry, the shadows transforming into titian fire, “Don’t be foolish! You want to live don’t you?!”
Stiffening your jaw, you raise a palm to cup the curve of Jaemin’s scarred cheek, “I want you to live on with me! I can’t do this without you I-”
You feel as if you’ll collapse from the harsh impact of Jaemin’s lips on yours. The silvery hairs that shade the lids of his eyes tickle your face, his palm molded to your jaw. His lips feel hot as if they taste like electricity and salt, the sensation ending when he pulls away in haste- leaving the air around you cold. Jaemin gives you a knowing smile before pecking your lips softly, “Wait for me princess. I’ll protect you.”
A cyclone of raging firebolts surrounds Jaemin and the horde of yelling soldiers, their voices are laced with shock, “the lightning beast is upon us.”
