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❛ you were ringless ❜

✦ VALIANT ✦ CHAPTER ONE ✦

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

genres: angst // fluff // prince!seokjin // bodyguard!reader // european medieval setting

warnings: infidelity // jin with a mommy kink // eventual smut in series

word count: 2,697

summary: months of professionalism is thrown out through the window as the Prince appeals himself in a vulnerable way to you

Grimacing, you followed the Prince into his quarters, glancing over your shoulder warily. If anyone were to see this they would think so wrongly of the Prince, but especially of you. You were already aware of the foul words thrown at your back by the other female guards at the castle, all along the lines of infidelity.

Your eyes snapped open to the low inquiry of your Prince, “Why don't you look me in the eye, (Y/N)?” Jin's voice was a melody, a soothing breeze that wore down your worries and blanketed you in warmth, but you were diligent enough to shake off the cozy feeling. Stubborn enough to deny the obvious effect he had on you. When the Prince heard no response from you, he sighed loudly, “Am I a chore to you, (Y/N)?”

The door clicked shut as you turned to face the Prince, head tilted down as no guard dared to lay their eyes on the royalty. You watched his shadow slowly slink away from you, only to return soon with its owner dragging a plush chair of velvet in tow.

��At least take a seat,” Jin gently coaxed, pushing the chair against the wall.

You bit your lip, despite your defiance to his questions and acts of kindness, you couldn’t go against what he requested of you. So you pulled the baton at your hip out and set it on the floor to sit in the chair comfortably, eyes still trained on the smooth tile floor. “Are you ignoring me?” Jin complained, his words articulated in a cute manner. “Before you would at least lift your head..”

The tall man wasn’t even close to you, yet you could pick up his musky and woodsy scent from where you sat. You donned yourself in mint when he was around in hopes of staying undistracted and unbothered around him.

His feet came into your view, his toes that poked out of his slippers almost against yours. And with a sudden plop, Prince Kim Seokjin himself was on his knees in front of you, a position that forced you to look at him. Your eyes widened, “Prince, what are you doing?”

Jin dismissed your rational question, returning a small smile with his pursed plush lips, “I heard you have a child, how come I never knew?” You inwardly groaned, his tendency to prod about your personal life became something you had grown used to blocking out. But his innocent gaze made it harder this time.

It was like he was out to get you into trouble. The amount of torture the royal court would put you under if they saw you, a mere guard, in such close proximity with the Crown Prince. And to think of your child, what would happen to your little tyrant, Chenyoung, if you were punished?

“She's two, right? What's her name?” Jin persisted.

You lifted your head up a little, your eyes boring into his sweet, espresso ones. “My shift ends in thirty minutes,” you simply answered.

You were here for pay, not to befriend the Prince. They appointed female guards inside the palace for male royalty so that not only would the Princes be protected from harm but unwanted courtship from the women of the palace. It worked vice versa for female royalty. However protocol dictated explicitly that guards were to stand outside the door until the sun disappeared and to return to their manor house to exchange places with a guard who worked at night. Instead of allowing you to guard outside his door, Jin had other ideas, insisting you to sit inside his room. He tried to figure out what you liked, where you came from. You couldn't help but wish he would just fuck off.

As a married woman, with a child you weren't easily swayed by his charming looks. No matter how many times you saw him catch his bottom lip between his teeth, you found yourself waiting to leave the Prince's quarters.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N),” Jin whined, forming a pout. “I asked to see your child and the ladies told me you specifically asked them to not let me see your child! Are you purposely pushing me away from you? After I have doted on you for so long?”

Jin let out a huff, his scent making you shift. You could feel his fingertips gently pressing at the feel of your foot to keep your attention, but all you could think of was the amount of affection he held and how he was a complete contrast from your husband at home.

Your husband was a harsh man with one useless arm and another that only held cigarettes. All he did was ask for a quickie and money for change at pubs. He gambled and smoked. There was no reason for infidelity though, he gave you a roof to live under and a child you loved. But Jin made it impossible to not fall for him as he became a vulnerable heap at your feet.

No, you wanted your child far away from Jin. You refused to see Jin in a state where he'd look like the perfect father and husband. You refrained from daydreaming of Jin and your child’s laughter mingling on a warm day. You refrained from imagining Jin's surname alongside your childs. Kim Chenyoung.

You could practically see your child jump in excitement as she was being loved by a father who gave her attention.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Seokjin repeated his inquiry. “You'd like it, wouldn't you? If I asked for another guard? It'd be easier for you, I can request any other royal male to be your next appointment so you wouldn’t have to put up with me.”

He looked up at you, by now your eyes were searching the intricacies of the ceiling. “Look at me,” he leaned closer. You carefully allowed your gaze to meet. He looked so domestic with his silk tunic stretched across his large chest and his raven locks covering his brow. You resisted the temptation to cup his cheeks which were plump and rosy. The best description you could give on Prince Jin was that he had the head of a Samoyed and the body of a Doberman, a silly way you came up with the say he was a soft child in the body of a built man.

“No, Prince, I don’t mind,” you replied, looking away. “Twenty more minutes.”

“You're manipulating me, darling, that felt like five minutes not ten,” Jin retorted, wrinkling his nose slightly. He gently allowed his hands to sidle their way up from your heels to either sides of your thighs. You didn’t allow yourself to bite your lip or tense up, it was unprofessional to hint at being bothered.

“Fine, twenty five minutes,” you agreed half-heartedly.

Maybe three minutes of silence passed, your eyes scanning over anything and everything except Jin. A fourth minute passed by, marked by the way he gently set his chin onto your lap, his legs folded underneath him. His broad shoulders were an expanse that you wished you could hold. You couldn’t help but envy the thought of his future wife who would have the ability to relax in his comfort.

You caught his fixed stare, your anxiousness peaking. The thought of someone coming into the room and seeing this scene was terrifying.

“Prince, get up,” you insisted. In return you got a shake of the head and silence. “What play is this? At this point I may as well walk around saying I have two children.”

“Would you, Mommy?” he dully rebuked.

You raised an eyebrow at the term of mockery. “Eighteen minutes, honestly it should be sixteen since I have to do rounds in the hall before I leave. Come on now, Prince, get up. It's the least you could do for me.”

“The least?” he glanced up at you, not moving his head from your lap. “That's a lie. The least I could do is give you comfort, yet you push me away everytime. Look at you, you have me at my knees.”

You furrowed your brows, “Prince-”

“Half a year, half a year you've had to follow me around in the palace and you still call me Prince. Jin. My name is Jin.” His voice seemed curt now, giving you the glare of a wounded animal.

“Prince,” you murmured, “Don't give me angst.” You gently slid your fingers underneath his chin, attempting to lift his head from your lap. You succeeded, only for him to rest his elbows on top of your thighs instead. Your breath hitched slightly, becoming acutely aware of the lack of proximity between the Prince’s chest and your legs.

“It's not like you'll attempt to discipline me, Mommy,” his voice was now teasing, deliberately letting his breath warm your fingers.

“Your r-right, fourteen minutes,” you stuttered, you tore your focus from him and glanced at the door as your ears slowly became a dark shade of pink. Had he noticed your voice give away?

Maybe it was the way he ever so slightly traced the seam of your black pants with his forefinger. Or the way his smile was so lopsided, you could practically read his intentions. “Please, Prince, now is not the time to be…” You trailed off, not wanting to say anything out of line.

“Be what?” Jin pushed mischievously. “You seem so confident with that baton of yours while walking behind me. Why does it dissipate when you're in front of me?”

Your hands began to shake slightly, not from the weight of his head, but from the tension that you could no longer ignore. This is why you were supposed to be stationed outside of the door, so incidents like this wouldn't occur. You didn't know how to respond, simply hanging your head as you dumbly observed the way his large hand enveloped your thigh.

You started to get even more anxious, paranoid that someone would open the door. Your concerns were confirmed as you heard the footsteps out in the hall. “Jin,” you looked at him with a pleading voice, you practically whimpered, “This isn't appropriate, Prince.”

“That makes it even more exciting,” Jin whispered in return. Your heart pounded as the footsteps became louder, closer. “Do you mind if I touch you?” Jin slowly slipped his hands up to your hips, lifting himself ever so slightly.

“I don’t- I shouldn’t,” you stumbled over your words, “Prince someone is coming-”

“So you don’t mind if I kiss you, Mommy?”

The door slammed open, but Jin was faster, getting up on one knee, cradling your cheek with one hand, and pressing a light kiss to your lips. Your blood froze, closing your eyes so you didn't have to see the intruder.

“What is going on here? Prince?! Are you alright, Prince!?”

Your shame quickly ebbed away as you felt his smile against your lips. You parted your mouth allowing him to kiss you deeper.

“Prince!? Are you drunk?”

Jin growled, addressing whoever had burst into the room. “Get. Out.”

When you heard the door hesitantly close, Jin's lips returned to yours. You sat there, pressed into the chair, with awkward hands. As if to guide you, Jin lifted up your hands so they rested on his shoulders. Kissing Jin was like falling into a pit of fluffy pillows, how long had been since you kissed someone? Your husband never asked for kisses or gave any for that matter.

But soon, reality settled into your stomach and you felt the shame and guilt crash upon you, cheating was below you. To your own disappointment, you slid yours hands to his chest. Pushing him away from you, when there was a gap between your faces you ducked your head down, “S-stop, Prince.”

He looked at you with a soft frown, his hands still cupping your face. “Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as your hands fell from around his neck. “I'm still a married woman, Prince.”

His glossy lips formed a ‘o’ and you shamefully thought how good his lips looked with your saliva on them. You squeezed your eyes shut, erasing your sinful images and pushed Jin again, in order to stand up.

Jin stepped back, his slippers sharply skidding on the tile. “You didn't have a ring, (Y/N), I thought..”

He didn't know himself what overcame him. You were so exotic to him, such a young beauty who was so charismatic with a baton in her hand and a child at her hip. He hadn't thought to ask if you were married, thinking that your ringless fingers were enough to make a move. His cheeks were burning, his neck a shade of cranberry. “I'm sorry, I.. Understand if you wish to leave...”

You couldn’t bear to lift your head and acknowledge him, so you just reached for the doorknob, “Mercy, Prince. Sleep well.”

“Wait- ! Could you tell me about your child at least.. Her name perhaps?,” Jin bit his lip and hung his head. Kicking the floor and holding his hands behind his back, he resembled a child who received scolding.

“Chenyoung,” you gave in, twisting the knob.

You didn't understand his troubled expression as he looked vacantly at your feet. “Do you not wear your ring?” he asked softly.

You shrugged, “I don't have a ring.” You noticed the way his shoulders slumped. “Don't, Prince, it would be in my way of my baton, anyway,” you continued nonchalantly.

“I was teasing you before, I respect you, really. I didn't mean to call you M-” he turned around, his vast back hiding his embarrassment “-It was aslip of the tongue.”

“It's fine, Prince,” you said dismissively.

“I wasn't teasing when I told you to call me by my name though,” he said in a quiet tone. “It’s suffocating, hearing ‘Prince’ from everyone makes me feel vain.”

“Fine,” you went back to kneading your hands. You still felt the warmth that Jin had left on you.

“Fine, what?” he gently asked.

You nodded, “Fine, Jin.”

To some degree, Jin felt like he had won. Hearing his name fall from your elegant lips was all he could ever want and more, it was a stroke of luck that he was able to kiss you, able to be so close with you. In all honesty, Jin knew everything about you, your child's name, your lame husband. It was his job to know about people, he could remember you from two years ago. Jin wondered if you thought that he had forgotten about you.

You wore burlap pants, then, and you had no child at your hip. Tears threatening to fall down, you had scratches on whatever skin was exposed. “Prince, can't you give me a job.” Jin had you go to a speaker so you could flush out your problems, when reporting to Jin to speaker the horrible things that you had gone through.

Now he could not see the face of the woman who had pled for help in the stoic statue that was now you. Your change was shocking, Jin hadn't even recognized you for a while. You had been hiding your hair in the uniform's hat and the black uniform was a stark difference from the burlap pants he had seen you in. And the child.

Before he would think Chenyoung was adorable, but he slowly got envious. Someone as dismissive as your husband shouldn't have been able to give you a child, nonetheless, he was fond of your kid. He told nurses to give Chenyoung rock candy in the afternoon and would deliver sweet buns to the nursery himself so that all the kids could have soft bread.

You solemnly bid him goodnight again, “Goodnight, Jin.” You didn't bother to listen to Jin's response, gently closing the door behind you as you left.

Jin groaned, smacking his head against the wall. “Fuck, what have I done.” Jin hated this, he hated that he was able to get frivolous nothings, but when he wanted something so dear he couldn’t. He was ready to give up anything for you.

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sugalattaes · 6 years ago

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⌨ valiant » 030219

summary » you only decided to take up the job as a female guard in order to get away from your husband and to make some money, you didn’t know that you would somehow wind up becoming intimate with the crown prince of baleine.

details » prince!seokjin x reader // modern royalty au

warnings » infidelity / jin with a mommy kink cuz bruh

word count » 2.3k words

a/n » so to begin with, uh, i know the title edit says, “valient,” just go with it, for my sanity. these edits took my patience to make. another thing is that the setting is messed up because its set in medieval europe, but the names are in korean. its not that distracting, i’m sorry though. and if people like it, i’ll continue this little story, if not, pfft, i’ll delete and try again. lastly, i’ll make a masterlist soon and link it for mobile and pc.

“Why don't you look me in the eye, (Y/N)?” Jin questioned. Jin's voice was a melody, a soothing breeze that wore down your worries. Although you never held eye contact, you were aware of his effect on you.

When you gave no answer, Jin sighed loudly. “Am I a chore to you, (Y/N)?” He sat reclined on his chair, across the room from you, yet you could pick up the scent of him from your spot next to the door. Musky and slightly woodsy, you donned yourself in mint when he was around just so you wouldn't think of him too much.

The tall man got up from his seat and made his way too you. His footsteps were in your view, he practically slid across the room, thanks to the soft sandals he wore.

With a sudden plop, the Prince of Baleine was on his knees in front of you, forcing you to look at him in the eye. You sighed, cracking your knuckles, “Prince, what are you doing?”

“I heard you have a child, how come I never knew?” Jin persisted, the Prince had a tendency to ignore your rational questions. He continuously prodded at your personal life.

“She's two, right? What's her name?” Jin urged.

You lifted your head up a little, your eyes boring into his sweet, espresso ones. “My shift ends in thirty minutes,” you simply answered.

You were here for pay, not to befriend the Prince. They appointed female guards inside the palace so that other girls wouldn't attempt to hit on the male royalty. It worked vice versa for female royalty. Instead of allowing you to guard outside his door, he insisted you to sit inside his room. He tried to figure out what you liked, where you came from. You couldn't help but wish he would just fuck off.

As a married woman, with a child you weren't easily swayed by his charming looks. No matter how many times you saw him catch his bottom lip between his teeth, you found yourself awaiting to leave the Prince's quarters.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N),” he whined, his lips formed a pout. “I asked to see your child and the ladies told me you specifically asked them to not let me see your child! Are you purposely pushing me away from you? What a guard, honestly. I should just ask for another one?”

Jin let out a breath, his scent making you shift uncomfortably. All you could think of was the amount of affection he held, he was a complete contrast from your husband at home.

Your husband was harsh with a crippled arm. All he did was ask for a quickie and money for new watches. He gambled and smoked. But there was no reason for infidelity, he gave you a roof to live under and a child you loved. However, Jin was making it impossible to not fall in love.

No, you wanted your child far away from Jin. You refused to see Jin in a state where he'd look like the perfect father and husband. Your child's name was Chen-young, you refrained from imagining Jin's surname alongside your childs. Kim Chen-young.

You could practically see your child jump in excitement as she was being loved by a father who gave her attention.

But your thoughts were interrupted as Seokjin repeated his inquiry. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? If I asked for another guard? It'd be easier for you, I can request any other royal male to be your next appointment.”

He looked up at you still, by now your eyes were searching the intricacies of the ceiling. You gently laid your eyes on his. He looked so domestic, something you had never gotten from your own husband. You had seen Jin cook, in fact he tried to feed you his delicacies. But you always denied the food.

You resisted the temptation to run your fingers through his feathery hair. It was ink-like, holding a healthy shine and a voluminous amount.

“No, Prince,” you replied. “Twenty more minutes.”

“Your manipulating me, miss, that felt like five minutes not ten,” Jin retorted, he lifted his chin. He didn't seem to notice the way your muscles tensed when he set his palms on your knees.

“Fine, twenty four minutes,” you agreed. Either way, you were leaving to see your child soon.

Maybe three minutes of silence passed by with you training your eyes on everything but Jin. A fourth minute passed by, marked by the way he gently set his chin onto your lap, his legs folded underneath him. His broad shoulders were an expanse that you wished you could hold, the amount if comfort his future wife would have was something to envy.

You looked down at him, your anxiety peaking. The thought of someone coming into the room and seeing this scene was terrifying.

“Prince, get up,” you softly said. In return you got a shake of the head and silence. Ah, he was giving you a taste of your own medicine. “What play is this? At this point I may as well walk around saying I have two children.”

“Would you, Mommy?” he dully rebuked.

“The least?” he glanced up at you, not moving his head from your lap. “That's a lie. I'm feeling quite adventurous today, the least I could do is pay for you to spend time with me. Can't you spare time with me? I'll pay per minute.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Prince-”

“Half a year, half a year you've had to follow me around in the palace and you still call me Prince. Jin. My name is Jin.” His voice seemed curt now, as if he was hurt by something you had done.

“Prince, don't give me angst,” you gently slid your fingers underneath his chin. As you attempted to lift his head from your lap, you succeeded. But to your dismay, he rested his elbows on top your thighs. Your breath hitched slightly, becoming aware of how close his chest was against your knees and calves.

“It's not like you'll attempt to discipline me, Mommy,” his voice was now teasing, deliberately letting his breath warm your fingers.

“Your r-right, fourteen minutes,” you stuttered, you looked away from him and glanced at the door in embarrassment. Why had your voice given away?

Maybe it was the way he ever so slightly traced the seam of your black pants with his forefinger. Or the way his smile was so lopsided and mischievous, you could practically read his intentions. “Please, Prince, now is not the time to be…” You trailed off, not wanting to say anything out of line.

“Be what?” Jin pushed cockily. “You seem so confident with that baton of yours while walking behind me. Why does it dissipate when your in front of me?”

Your hands began to shake slightly, not from the weight of his head, but from the inevitable sexual tension there was. This is why you were supposed to be stationed outside of the door, so incidents like this wouldn't occur. You didn't know how to respond.

“That makes it even more exciting,” Jin whispers. Your heart pounded as the footsteps became louder, closer. “Do you mind if I touch you?” You shook your head, paying more attention to the footsteps than Jin. “Do you mind if I kiss you, Mommy?”

“What is going on here? Prince?! Are you alright, Prince!?”

You swiped a tongue over his bottom lip and he smiled tilting his head in order to kiss you deeper.

“Prince!? Are you drunken?”

Jin growled softly, addressing whoever had burst into the room. “Get. Out.”

When you heard the door silently close, Jin's lips returned to yours. You sat there, pressed into the loveseat, with awkward hands. As if to guide you, Jin lifted up your hands so they rested on his shoulders. Kissing Jin was like falling into a pit of fluffy pillows, how long had been since you kissed someone? Your husband never asked for kisses when he fucked you.

You felt ashamed and guilty, cheating was below you. To your own disappointment, you slid yours hands to his chest. Pushing him away from you, when there was a gap between your faces you ducked your head down, “S-stop, Prince.”

He looked at you with a soft frown, his hands still cupping your face. “Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

You shrugged, that didn't matter now. “I'm a married woman, Prince. I'm married, with a child.”

His glossy lips formed a ‘o’ and you shamefully thought how good his lips looked with your saliva on them. You squeezed your eyes shut, erasing your sinful ideas and pushed Jin again, in order to stand up.

“You didn't have a ring, (Y/N), I didn't know,” the Prince looked down at you, ashamed of himself.

He didn't what overcame him. You were so exotic to him, such a young beauty who was so charismatic with a baton in her hand or a child at her hip. He hadn't thought to ask if you were married, thinking that your ringless fingers were enough to make a move. His cheeks were burning, his ears a dark pink. “I'm sorry- but don't leave, not just yet.”

You gave him an annoyed look, pulling your eyebrows in a line and curling the ends of your lips. “I have to go and sleep one day, and besides, I have to check on Chen-young.”

“But the guards will point you out to the steward within seconds, miss, stay for a bit,” Jin pursed his lips and looked down. Kicking the floor and holding his hands behind his back, he looked like a child who received scolding.

“Fine,” you gave in, sitting back into the loveseat near the door.

Jin stood there longer, kicking the floor lightly and staring at your feet with such intensity. You didn't understand what was so confusing for him. “Do you not wear your ring?” he asked softly.

You looked up at him, “I don't have a ring.” You noticed the way his shoulders slumped, pitying you. “Don't, Prince, it would be in my way of my baton, anyway,” you continued snidely.

His eyes widened a little, “I was teasing you before, I respect you, miss, I really do. I didn't mean to call you M-” he turned visibly red and turned around to make his way to his seat across the room “-It was the slip of the tongue.”

“Its fine, Prince,” you said dismissively.

“I wasn't teasing when I told you reference me by my name though,” he said in a quiet voice. “It’s suffocating, hearing prince from everyone is like listening to a broken record on repeat.”

“Fine,” you went back to kneading your hands. You still felt the warmth that Jin had left on you.

“Fine, what?” he gently asked.

You gave a pout of some sort, “Fine, Jin.”

To some degree, Jin felt like he had won. Hearing his name fall from your elegant lips was all he could ever want and more, it was a stroke of luck that he was able to kiss you, able to be so close with you. Jin knew everything about you, your child's name, your lame husband. It was his job to know about people, he could remember you from two years ago. Jin wondered if you thought that he had forgotten about you.

Now he could not see the face of the woman who had asked him for help in the stone-faced likes of you. Your change was shocking, Jin hadn't even recognized you for a while. You had been hiding your hair in the uniform's hat. The black uniform being a stark difference from the burlap pants he had seen you in. And the child.

Before he would think Chen-young was adorable, but he slowly got envious. Someone as dismissive as your husband shouldn't have been able to give you a child, nonetheless, he was fond over your kid. He told nurses to give Chen-young rock candy in the afternoon and would deliver sweet buns to the nursery himself so that all the kids could have soft bread.

“Chen-young,” he feigned, “Is that your child's name?”

“Yes,” you answered solemnly. “Jin. It's been a while already, I'll be going. You didn't bother to listen to Jin's rebuttal, gently closing the door behind you as you left.

Jin head his head against the wall near his chair, “Fuck, what have I done.” Jin hated this, he hated being able to get everything except the one thing he wanted. You.

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