Reins of Love |PJM| ❌ DISCONTINUED ❌

Chapter 34 🏇

A/N P.O.V:

Y/N stroked Jimin's hair as he still remained hugging onto her. She wiped away her tears and placed a kiss on his head before pressing the button to call a maid.

Not long after, a maid arrived at her door with a large smile on her face that soon faded after seeing the scene that was on display before her.

" Yes miss? " she says with a bow.

" C-can you please set up the fireplace? " Y/N says with a sniffle. Jimin wrapped his legs around her waist so that he was straddling her and buried his head into the crook of her neck. His warm breaths on her neck sent shivers down Y/N's spine as she continued to stroke his hair.

" Of course miss. " the maid says, and begins placing the wood into the fireplace and lights it up with a matchstick.

" Thank you.. " Y/N says, trying to form a smile towards the kind maid.

The maid bows and exits the room, closing the door behind her. Now, all that could be heard was the wind whistling outside and the sound of the crackling wood in the fireplace.

" Jimin... " Y/N whispers. There was no response from him, only his steady breaths felt on her neck followed by light snores.

He's asleep?

Slowly pulling away from him, she smiles at his sleeping face and lays him down on the bed. Y/N sits up and stares at the raging fire as she thought,

Why do our lives have to be so tough? Can't we just live like normal people.... love like normal people? Today, he's cried in a way i've never seen before.. well, as a matter of fact, i've never seen him cry. But in a way, I'm glad that I was here.. I'm glad that he let out that accumulating bundle of emotions inside him... I'm glad that I was the one to lend him a shoulder to cry on.

She gazed into the fire, hypnotized by its dancing flames. The thick wood pieces in the fireplace were crackling and popping as the bright flame slowly ate away at it and turned it to black ashes, as if a shadow had corrupted its lively essence. The fire was like a tiny sun, casting long shadows over the rug and illuminating the room with a dull orange glow.

Her eyes roamed the room and landed on the vase of black roses. She stretched out and took a single rose out of the vase and brought it to her nose. Immediately, she scrunched her nose with furrowed eyebrows.

Huh? This smells... burnt. Wait a minute..

She looks over to the other flowers in the vase and picks out another one, examining it closely. She squints her eyes in the dim light and gasps when she sees a spot of red among the deep black petals.

These are red roses... he burnt them?

I take out my phone and type into the Google search bar,

What do red roses symbolize?

I open the first website and sigh,

Red roses stand for passion, true love, romance and desire. They are often used in marriage ceremonies and can mean that you are ready for commitment, and have a deep passion for that person.

Of course, why wouldn't I expect it? He's been through so much.. I wonder what it must feel like to be devoid of such emotions.

Her mind wandered to the black rose tattoo that adorned his back.

I'm pretty sure it means the same thing. I remember reading somewhere that a black rose tattoo is a symbol of grief and death, and is usually done in memory of someone passing away. It's also a symbol of rebellion and strength. I believe that doing these things instills the characteristics associated with it in a person, and I've seen it through Jimin. He was definitely rebellious but exuded agony and pain at the same time.. Oh how do I get him out of this?