Kookmin/Jikook oneshots

My Emperor

The carriage jostled along the cobbled streets, carrying Lisa towards her new life as the wife of Emperor Jungkook. She clutched the edge of her veil, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. For years, she had dreamed of this moment, imagining the luxury and privilege that awaited her in the imperial palace.

As the carriage rolled through the grand gates of the palace, Lisa's anticipation grew. She stepped out, her eyes widening at the opulence surrounding her. But her awe quickly turned to confusion and dismay as she was escorted to her chambers.

Inside, she found herself alone, save for the maids bustling about, preparing her for her first meeting with the Emperor. Hours passed, and still, there was no sign of him. Lisa's excitement waned, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease.

Finally, the doors swung open, and Emperor Jungkook strode in, his presence commanding the room. Lisa's breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon him, his regal bearing leaving her in awe.

"Welcome, my dear Lisa," Jungkook said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I hope your journey was pleasant."

Lisa nodded, her words caught in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. She had imagined this moment a thousand times, but now, faced with the reality of her new life, she found herself at a loss for words.

Jungkook's attention, however, seemed to be elsewhere. He glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on a painting adorning the wall—a portrait of a strikingly beautiful man with eyes that seemed to pierce straight through Lisa's soul.

"That's Jimin," Jungkook said, his tone softening as he spoke the name. "My favorite consort."

Lisa's heart sank as she realized the truth. She had heard whispers of the Emperor's harem, but she had never imagined that she would be forced to share her husband's affections with another.

"I understand," Lisa said, her voice barely a whisper. "I am honored to be your wife, Emperor Jungkook."

But even as she spoke the words, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of her stomach. She had thought that marriage to the Emperor would bring her happiness and security, but now, she feared that she had made a terrible mistake.

Days turned into weeks, and Lisa found herself adrift in a sea of loneliness and uncertainty. Jungkook spent most of his time with Jimin, leaving Lisa to wander the empty halls of the palace alone.

She tried to occupy herself with needlework and reading, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Jimin—the consort who had stolen her husband's heart. She couldn't understand how Jungkook could lavish so much attention on another while barely sparing her a second glance.

And as for Jimin, Lisa could feel the hatred burning in her chest every time their paths crossed. She resented him for stealing Jungkook's affections, for standing in the way of her happiness.

But Jimin seemed oblivious to her animosity, his every move filled with grace and poise as he basked in the Emperor's attention. He reveled in the care and affection that Jungkook showered upon him, while Lisa looked on with envy and despair.

One evening, as Lisa sat alone in her chambers, lost in her thoughts, there was a soft knock at the door. She glanced up, startled, as Jimin stepped into the room, his expression unreadable.

"Lisa," he said, his voice gentle, almost pleading. "I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I want you to know that I never meant to come between you and the Emperor. I love him with all my heart, but I would never wish you any harm."

Lisa stared at him, her anger warring with confusion. She had expected him to be cruel, to revel in her misery, but instead, she found herself faced with a kindness she hadn't anticipated.

"I don't understand," she said, her voice wavering. "Why would you tell me this now?"

Jimin sighed, his shoulders slumping with weariness. "Because I can see how much you're hurting," he said. "And because I know what it's like to love someone who can never be yours."

Despite their efforts to maintain a facade of civility, their mutual dislike simmered beneath the surface, fueled by jealousy and resentment. Lisa couldn't help but feel a pang of envy every time she witnessed the Emperor's affectionate gestures towards Jimin, while Jimin bristled at the thought of sharing Jungkook's attention with his newly arrived wife.

Their days were spent in a delicate dance of politeness and suspicion, as they vied for the Emperor's favor while keeping a wary eye on each other's movements. Lisa immersed herself in the intricacies of court etiquette, determined to prove herself worthy of her newfound status, while Jimin used his charm and wit to navigate the shifting alliances of the palace.

"Why do you spend so much time with him?" Lisa couldn't help but blurt out one evening, her voice tinged with bitterness as she confronted Jungkook in his private chambers.

Jungkook's expression softened as he looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing. "Jimin is... special to me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "He has been by my side through the darkest of times, and I... I care for him deeply."

As Lisa stood in Jungkook's private chambers, her heart heavy with the weight of his admission, she couldn't shake the feeling of despair that threatened to consume her. She had known from the moment she entered the palace that her marriage to the Emperor would not be a fairy tale romance, but she had never imagined the depth of the bond between Jungkook and Jimin.

Lisa felt her heart shatter at his words, the realization dawning on her that she would always come second in Jungkook's heart. But even as she braced herself for the pain of rejection, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had fallen irrevocably in love with her husband - despite the barriers that stood between them.

And as she watched Jungkook and Jimin share tender moments together, she knew that she would do whatever it took to win her husband's love - even if it meant risking her own heart in the process.

"I understand," she said, forcing herself to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. "I will try to accept... your relationship with Jimin."

Jungkook reached out to her, his touch gentle as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "Thank you, Lisa," he said softly. "I know this is not what you expected, but I hope that in time, we can find a way to make our marriage work."

But even as Jungkook spoke the words, Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation settle over her. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, she would always be competing with Jimin for her husband's affections - a battle she was beginning to fear she could never win.

Days later as Lisa stood in Jungkook's private chambers, her heart heavy with the weight of his admission, she knew that she could no longer deny the truth that lay before her. Despite her own feelings for Jungkook, she could see the undeniable connection between him and Jimin, a bond that transcended the barriers of duty and expectation.

"I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will... I will step aside and allow you to be with Jimin."

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze searching hers for any hint of hesitation. But all he found was a quiet resolve, a willingness to sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of his.

"Lisa," he began, but she silenced him with a shake of her head.

"No, Jungkook," she said, her voice steady despite the pain in her heart. "I may not be able to give you the love that you seek, but I will not stand in the way of your happiness. You deserve to be with the person you love, even if it's not me."

Tears welled in Jungkook's eyes as he reached out to her, his fingers trembling as they brushed against her cheek. "Thank you, Lisa," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "You are the most selfless person I have ever known."

In the days that followed, Jungkook and Jimin's love blossomed, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. And though Lisa could not help but feel a pang of sadness whenever she saw them together, she took solace in the knowledge that she had played a part in bringing them happiness.

And as she watched them from afar, she knew that she had made the right decision - for in sacrificing her own happiness, she had helped to create something beautiful, something worth fighting for.