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What The Heart Wants } 1

Summary: As an alpha prince and the sole heir to the kingdom, Prince Yoongi is used to getting what he wants. That all changes, though, when his father decides it is time for Yoongi to take a mate and prepare to be king. As Yoongi is forced to choose between his supposed love for Jimin and his budding feelings for his new mate, Prince Jeongguk, things become more complicated than the man could have ever predicted. Suddenly, love was not as simple as he had thought it to be.

Ships: Yoongi x Jimin (YoonMin); Yoongi x Jeongguk (YoonKook, Sugakookie); others mentioned

Rating: M

Warnings & Tags: Non-Traditional A/B/O, Alpha Yoongi, Alpha Kookie, Omega Jimin, Soulmate AU, Historical AU, Royal AU, Infidelity, Cheating, Power Imbalance, Slow Burn, Angst with a happy ending, Fantasy elements, Yoongi is bad at feelings

Jimin gasped at the sensation of Yoongi's curved lips along the juncture of his jawline. Struggling against the urge to drag the slighter man closer, Jimin settled for tangling his small fingers in the prince’s jetty hair as pleasure thrummed through their veins. It did not seem to matter how many times they met like this: Jimin always came away hungry for more. Tipping his head, he pressed insistent kisses along the delicate shell of Yoongi's ear in a fruitless bid to draw the man's mouth back to his own. In that moment, the raven haired man was far too busy sucking a bruise into the skin below the dip of Jimin's collarbone, and he did not appreciate being interrupted. A sigh whispered through the full line of Jimin's lips. Rather than try to distract the man further, Jimin let his hand fall to rest on the strong stoop of Yoongi's shoulder. His calloused fingers traced lightly over the fine silk - a stray spiral of embroidery just holding his attention as Yoongi's breath ghosted over his moist skin. "A-ah," Jimin panted, resisting the urge to press his body into the lines of Yoongi's form. It was not his place to choose when and how their bodies were to meet.

Drawing back at last, the raven haired man smirked a little at the dazed expression on Jimin's features. "One look at your face, Jimin, and everyone will know what you have been doing," he teased, his voice a low growl that sent shudders through the stockier man's body. "Such a-" The sound of voices caused Yoongi to rear away from Jimin's body in a fluid motion, his fathomlessly dark eyes narrowing slightly. "I will send for your later," he snapped, waving a hand in dismissal. Jimin felt his heart lurch at the gesture; he knew it was instinct and nothing more that caused the man to act so.

"Yes, your highness." Jimin quickly began tucking his clothing back into place as he disappeared down the hallway. As he turned around the corner, he could not help pausing just long enough to cast a longing glance back at the man he adored. They were worlds apart, so much so that it sometimes felt like Jimin was trying to brush his fingertips against the surface of the sun. Even if he succeeded in his goal, Jimin could not help but wonder if it would not destroy him.

Looking as immaculate as ever, Yoongi strode out into the hallway. "What do you want?" he growled, eyes still narrowed with displeasure.

The servant executed a quick bow, careful to dip to the proper deferential height, before straightening once more. "Your presence is required in the throne room, your highness. His majesty insists."

Yoongi's jaw twitched. His father. Of course it would be his father who would send a servant after him in the middle of his free hour. "I see. I will attend on him at once. You are dismissed." Fighting to keep his expression blank, the prince stalked down the hallway, his slippered feet making no sound on the smooth wood. He paid no mind to the grandeur of the palace about him - the delicately painted screens, the intricate wood carvings, the gilded furnishings - for his world had always sparkled with the sheen of too much wealth. But he did notice the way the servants seemed content to pace more slowly down the hallway, watching his progress with far too interested eyes. And, as he approached the throne room, the vein in his jaw twitched once more. It seemed that every yangban man had gathered outside of the room, each trying to look as casual as possible in the act. Yoongi snorted. He had a feeling he knew just what this strange summons was going to lead to. Joy.

Two servants slid the doors open in order for Yoongi to enter the throne room, and he paused to bow to the figures seated on the dais. Keeping his fists curled at his side, the prince then strode forward to kneel before his father. Silence fell over the room as the door slid shut behind Yoongi, leaving the royal family to their 'private' matters. The raven haired royal was willing to bet there were at least two servants and an aristocrat hiding behind a screen somewhere, spying on the conversation. Word of whatever was to transpire would make its way through the palace before the prince even crossed the threshold upon his exit. If only, Yoongi thought wryly, the plebeians were as good at their actual work as they were at spreading gossip, the kingdom would be the model of efficiency. At long last, his father sat aside his tea and peered down his long nose at his only child. "Prince Yoongi," he drawled, trying far too hard to be more imposing than he was. Yoongi had not held him in any sort of reverence since he - well, it had been a good many years. Now he simply regarded the man before him as an important stranger, one who would dictate far too much of his future happiness. "We are so glad you could join us today. The servants seemed to be of the opinion that you had vanished, perhaps stolen away by some evil spirit."

The king's pointed eyebrow raise served as Yoongi's cue to speak. "I was merely meditating," he offered with a far too casual shrug. "Not my fault they have such poor sight as to have misplaced me."

It was clear by the way the king tucked his jaw in further and narrowed his eyes at the prince that King Yunho was attempting to convey his displeasure with his only son. "Regardless, we have important business to attend to, so it is good they were able to locate you. In the future, do try to be a bit more...visible in your meditations. When you are summoned, you are to report at once. Do you understand?"

Yoongi made a great show of bowing to press his head to the floor. "Yes, your majesty. I understand perfectly that I am to be visible and easy to find upon your slightest whim."

Rather than address the foolishness of his child's words, the king sat fully straight once more. "Today is an important day in the kingdom, one that will be remembered for generations to come." He smoothed his hands lightly over the brilliant gold silk of his robes, enjoying the way the fine material settled over his knees. "We have at last found you a mate worthy of your station."

I was right, Yoongi thought with a bit of a sigh. Sitting upright, he gave his father the most disinterested look he could possibly manage. Thinking of the idiotic antics of his personal guards helped; he gave them unimpressed looks so often a day did not pass without it occurring at least five times. In fact, once Wonsik had commented that he tended to be unsettled until he had received his first glare of the day. "I see," Yoongi managed after a moment. "And just who have you deemed fit to be shackled to me?"

The king's eye twitched, but he managed to repress the urge to lash out at Yoongi. Barely. "Prince Jeongguk of Ayana." At a glance, it was a reasonable enough choice. Ayana shared a border with Yoongi's own Hosoon, and at one point the two kingdoms had even been a whole unit. And where Hosoon had all the silk and farms a kingdom could desire, Ayana was blessed with one of the best armies in the known world. If the two could reconcile their differences, it was possible they would have a truly great alliance. Of course, that was all dependent on the marriage going well. But there was just one problem.

"I thought he was an alpha," Yoongi observed, rolling his head back a little so he could eye his father through the fringe of his unkempt bangs.

"He is." King Yunho's handsome features morphed into something of a smug smile. "His father and I agreed that an alpha match was no poor thing. In fact, King Minho suggested that the union would be stronger for having two alphas joined together, ruling the kingdom. I, of course, agreed immediately."

"And just how long do I have to contemplate my fate?" Yoongi's entire body had begun to thrum with the need to get out, out, out! before he began to scream. An alpha match? Was his father insane? Everyone knew that alphas mated with omegas - anything else was an abomination.

"A month. You will mate with Prince Jeongguk in one month."

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sweetamaimono · 7 years

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How Ardently

Summary: Yoongi is just trying to read in peace when a gorgeous newcomer makes him all kinds of flustered.

Ship: Yoongi x Jin (YoonJin)

Rating: F for Fluffiness

Warnings: ... lots of random Jane Austen references?

Written for @cup-of-stars, my precious birb who constantly inspires me to be better.

After a short pause, her companion added, “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”

Elizabeth, feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anxiety of his situation –

“Excuse me, do you happen to know where the cookbooks are?”

Startled from his reading, Yoongi snapped his book shut and looked up at the man in front of him. Or, rather, gaped up at the glorious countenance before him. The man could have easily played the stoic hero in the novel the librarian had been losing himself in: He was tall, broad shouldered, and had that elegant beauty that bespoke of refined breeding. Tipping his head slightly to one side, he narrowed his eyes as his brain attempted a hard reboot. But, all he could think about was how magnificently beautiful the man in front of him was…and how utterly grateful he was that his copy of Pride and Prejudice was tucked inside a fake book cover. “Uh.” He was the picture of eloquence really. “Cookbooks?”

The handsome man nodded, a bright smile causing his eyes to vanish into slits and little wrinkles to appear on either side of his nose. “Yeah. You do have a section, right?”

Yoongi cleared his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, we’ve got cookbooks.” Sliding out of his seat, he double-checked that his book was shut before sauntering around to the other side of the counter. “I can show you where they are.”

Falling into step with the petite brunet, the man hummed happily under his breath. “I just moved to the area,” he confided after a moment of silence. “So I haven’t learned my way around yet. Next time, though, I promise I’ll bring you cookies or something as a thank you.” Tipping his head back, Yoongi found himself yet again confronted with that happy bow of a smile. “I’m Seokjin. Well, Jin. But .. yeah.” The man giggled, his broad shoulders shaking with each squeak.

Yoongi’s heart fluttered like it was some sort of ridiculous Regency era fan trapped inside his chest. (Could he get any more ridiculous?) “Yeah,” he mumbled after a moment. Shaking his head, he continued at an even faster pace towards the cookbooks. The sooner this man was delivered to the home section of the library, the sooner Yoongi could go hide behind his book.

“Do you have a name?” The brunet nearly tripped at that. “It’s just…you didn’t say yours?”

A bright, telling flush painted itself on the pale curve of Yoongi’s cheeks. “Yoongi. Just…Yoongi. No nickname.” He cleared his throat. “Here’s the cookbooks. I can check you out when you’re ready.” His shoulders drew up around his ears. “Help you check out. Your books. If you decide you want any.” Not even waiting for a reply, he all but dashed back to the counter. Picking up his book, he flipped it open to the right page and buried himself in the wonders of Jane Austen once more.

Chapters 58, 59, and 60 all melted away before Yoongi heard the soft ding of the bell in front of him. Blinking over the edge of the book, he looked up to find Seokjin – Jin – resting his elbows on the counter. Setting his book down, using a Magic 8 ball as a paperweight, Yoongi nodded to the stack. “I guess you found what you wanted, huh?”

Jin beamed at him. “Yep! This should at least get me started. I figure I can try a recipe from each book, and if I find one I like I can renew the book.”

Nodding, Yoongi drug the books over to the scanner. “So, you’re new here. You bring proof of residence with you, so we can get you a card?”

Jin produced a bill, which the librarian took. While Yoongi was distracted, the tall blond looked down at the book left open on the countertop. “Ooh! I never would have pegged you for an Austen fan. That explains why you kept sighing, though. I love Pride and Prejudice!” Jin had no idea that Yoongi’s eyes could get so big, but it seemed the quiet librarian was just full of surprises. “Have you read Sense and Sensibility?”

Yoongi was very tempted to duck down to hide in the cubby with the computer tower or run to the back. Surely Taehyung, social butterfly that he was, would be more than happy to help check Seokjin out. Help him check his … Whatever. But it was the kid’s break. It’d be cruel for Yoongi to interrupt that, just because he’d been caught reading a book. (A girly book, according to Namjoon, but it was still one of Yoongi’s favorites, so shut up.) “… Yeah. I like it.”

“Colonel Brandon is my absolute favorite!” Jin said happily, leaning his chin into hands like he was some sort of flower boy on display. He definitely was no Darcy – maybe Edward. Maybe.

“He’s pretty good.” Yoongi handed Jin his brand new card. “A bit…harder to get a read on.”

Taking the card, Jin winked. “I like guys that are a bit more mysterious. They’re more fun.” He tucked the newly minted library card away in his wallet. “Say… I heard that they’re showing Sense and Sensibility at The Peony. I know it maybe isn’t Pride and Prejudice, but I promise to not be too prejudice against your opinions on Brandon if you’ll not be too proud to accept my offer?”

Sitting the scanner down, Yoongi stared at Jin for several long moments – face entirely blank. Thinking he might have perhaps misread the situation, Jin opened his mouth to apologize, but Yoongi beat him to the punch: “If that’s your idea of persuasion, I might be better off taking a walk in the park.” He flushed a horrible shade of pink – again! “There’s a café down the street from there. One Fine Day. You want to meet there before for some coffee?”

Jin was practically effervescent. “It sounds like a date, Just Yoongi. Seven okay?”

Yoongi nodded. “Seven.”

“Can I get your number?” Jin took the stack of books that the brunet slid across the counter to him.

“No.” A tiny smirk curled the edge of the man’s lips. “It’s on the bottom of your receipt. See you at seven, Jin.” He winked at the shocked expression on Jin’s face before sailing off towards the break room. The moment was ruined when Yoongi dashed back to snag his book. “What, I’m on the last chapter!” was his only defense before he scurried off once more, leaving a giggling Jin in his wake.

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