jimin · jungkook · kpop · bl · yaoi · imprisoned · dependent · possessive · dark romance · fantasy
The village had feared him since birth. His unearthly beauty and cold gray eyes made Jimin an outcast. On his eighteenth birthday, they sealed him in the cellar. Forever. His sole glimmer of light was Jungkook. The headman's youngest son, he would sneak down with scraps of food. He'd sit on the stone steps and whisper about the stars. Jimin drank in every word. In the perpetual dark, a fragile, desperate attachment took root. One evening, Jungkook arrived later than usual. His footsteps were hesitant on the stairs, a livid bruise flowering on his cheek. 'My father knows,' he said, his voice fraying at the edges. 'He's forbidden me to come back.' Jimin saw every detail—the hitched breath, the tremor in his hands. A cold knot tightened in his chest. He stepped into the thin sliver of ligh…