Warning! Slightly steamy, slight bit of smut. You have been warned. I'll put this sign when it starts to get regretful in this story.  - ♥️🌡-

🔥Opposites Attract❄

Yoongi's POV

The meet up. Or so to say: 'the day of peace'. I think it's useless. Once a year, the clans of the four elements meet up for a day of peace. Getting to know each other, drink, dance, have fun.

My fun is considered loneliness, piano, books, and spells. But as the son of the king you don't have much choice, do you?

"Your highness?" I groaned. "Stop calling me that. My name is Yoongi." I turned around to be faced with one of my only friends around the castle. Jungkook.

"I'm sorry. Your father will kill me if I call you that." Jungkook said softly. He was fully dressed and ready, a light bit of make-up to hide the scars from fights he had been through.

The white blouse fitted nicely around his torso with a neat blue blazer on top. Blue jeans covered his legs, as his look was finished with casual black shoes and a silver earring, representing our clan.

I sighed. "Still. I hate it." I frowned. "You have to get ready Yoongi." Jungkook said softly. "Please? I don't want to be hit again." He begged. Yoongi sighed. "Fine."

I hesitantly, took my black shirt off, replacing it with the formal blouse that my father had prepared. I tucked it into the dark blue jeans and pulled my black sneakers under them. I put a small silver earring in my right ear and the snowflake in my left, watching as Jungkook nodded and left.

I sighed, taking my book in hands and walked down the icy stairs. Unlike many people of my kingdom, I was born with an icy white skin. I always stood out. No matter where I go.

P.JM🔥

I frowned, tapping my foot impatiently, playing with a small orb of fire in the palm of my hand. My impatience grew stronger as I tightened my hand to a fist. "Mom! Get down! We have to leave!" I yelled, my voice roaring through the castle halls.

"I'm going myself if you won't come!" I yelled. "I'm here! I'm here!" My mother yelled annoyed. I rolled my eyes. "It's not like you'll be marrying the king. I hope not." I spat. "Than I have to disappoint you dear." My mother said coldly. "Because I'm finding a royal husband tonight. Which means that you're going to have a stephbrother."

I widened my eyes, gritting my teeth in anger. "No! I'm not sharing my kingdom with anyone! I'm 23 mom!" I yelled. "I am the only king who will rule over my land, no brother of mine!" "Well, deal with it Jimin. You're going to. I'm tired of losing soldiers, so I'm making an alliance." My mother spat.

"So you don't even love the king?" I asked coldly. "We'll see. Now let's go."

M.YG❄

I walked through the last bits of snow before we went over the stone bridge that separated the four kingdoms. In the middle was an island. A big island though. There was enough space for a mansion, a stable, and even a cute playground for little children.

This was going to be my first time meeting all the other kings and queens, and their sons or daughters. I hesitantly walked with my father, a few guards and maids following as well. I don't know why. Its a meeting. What can go wrong?

I walked inside first, immediately sitting in one of the comfortable chairs and pulled my book open. This is something between these royal rulers. Not me. Even though I will be stepping up the throne in two years.

Jungkook hesitantly sat down in front of me. "Your highness, your father wants you with him when the other royal families arrive." He said softly. I groaned and stood up. "Fine. But if they don't come within five minutes In sitting back down."

I got up from the chair, missing how the seat felt already, and stood next to my father. I wasn't interested in any of this. The door soon opened again, revealing the king dressed in green.

A tall younger man followed him nervously. The pastel green hair was neatly parted in two ways, fitting his tan skin and two dimples that showed off when he saw us. He wore a simple green polo shirt that was hanging over brown jeans. He wore a bracelet from different types of rocks, representing his clan.

My father and the king greeted each other, while I stared coldly at the taller man. "Hey, I'm Kim Namjoon." He bowed slightly. I returned him a bow. "Min Yoongi."

The door soon opened again, revealing a queen dressed in an airy dress. I'm sure you can guess who this is. The necklace had a small little cloud in a glass orb. A young man followed her, a proud smile on his face. His plump lips seemed to catch Namjoon off guard for a moment.

He walked towards us confidently, together with another boy who happily jumped on his back. "Good evening." He started formally. "My name is Kim Seokjin, and this is my little brother, Jung Hoseok."

Namjoon tilted his head. "Shouldn't he be Kim Hoseok then?" Jin chuckled amused. "No, he is not blood related, he works in the castle as my butler, but I treat him like a little brother." He said smiling. "That's adorable." I rolled my eyes slightly. "Min Yoongi, that blushing fool is Kim Namjoon."

Half an hour or so passed when the door basically slammed open. "Jimin!" A woman yelled outside. The boy that walked through the door opening rolled his eyes and continued to walk inside as if nothing happened.

He stopped at us for a bit. "Park Jimin, soon to be ruler." He said shortly, before going into the back room. I rolled my eyes at him, continuing to read. The sound of talking people made my head ache. It had always been so quiet in the castle. I couldn't take the crowd.

I stood up, walking as far away as possible to get rid of the sound. I covered my ears and sat down, continuing to read. Not that it helped of course.

I yelped when I got pulled into a room, the door locking back up. Instinctively, I opened my hand to a sharp claw, ice and snow ready to attack near. It was pitch black because of the sudden move, when a fire lit up in the palm of a hand.

The flame lit up the pissed off face of Jimin. "Noisy. Isn't it?" He chuckled amused. I nodded. "It is. I hate it." I growled. Jimin nodded agreeing. "I like the silence. I won't have to prove myself right, I don't need to exhaust myself."

I sighed. "Luckily the sound is a lot quieter here." I said softly. Jimin nodded. "I hate this." He complained, sitting down as he slowly lit the candles in the room one by one, creating a kind of romantic and yet trusting atmosphere.

Only now I had gotten a good look at him. The beige-pastel-orange colored button-up shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, as he had unbuttoned the first few. His skin was tan, causing his fire colored eyes to stand out. The button-up shirt was messily tugged into black jeans, which stopped at his ankles, finishing the look with simple sneakers.

The gold ring around his finger was no where to be seen.

"Where is your clan symbol?" I asked hesitantly. Jimin scoffed. "What symbol? My mom decided to marry one of the kings here. The question is: who?" He said unamused. "So, my father, or Namjoon's." I said with a sigh. "Great. Another mother."

"Another?" Jimin asked. "This will be the sixth wife that my dad had. He used the other woman for power and then killed them." I said, rolling my eyes. Jimin burst into laughter. That high laugh that sounded so magical, and yet so dangerous. He melted my heart in seconds.

Jimin chuckled. "My mom won't be that easy. If anything I doubt she will let go of your dad. Look at how handsome that guy is!" He exclaimed, messing with some fire in his hand which lit up into a heart, fading into the air. "Poof. Love."

Jimin eyes me up and down, smirking slightly. "Truth or dare?" He asked challenging. I chuckled. "You think you can beat me? Come at me."

I smirked, never losing eye contact with him. "Truth or dare Jimin?" I asked lowly. "Dare." He started immediately. "Melt my heart." I said coldly, swirling my fingers into a heart shape as the sculpture formed.

Jimin chuckled. Taking the sculpture from my hand. We touch we shared was soft... His hands, his skin. Am I really melting for him?

Jimin smirked, the heart melting into water drops from just his touch. "Truth or dare to Yoongi." "Dare." I said lowly. "Kiss me." Jimin said smirking.

I widened my eyes. "What?!" "Come on. Don't be such a sugar-baby." He teased. I growled and leaned forward to him when the door burst open.

"The hell?!" Jimin yelled. "Respect for your new father!" His mother yelled. I stared with wide eyes. "Another one dad?" "This time for real Yoongi." My father replied.

Jimin widened his eyes. "I thought you were kidding!" He yelled. "Well, deal with it hun, Yoongi is your stephbrother in a few days." His mother spat, before leaving. I sighed. "Too bad. The kiss won't happen." I teased, standing up.

Jimin his eyes followed me, mischief and frustration hiding in them. I love it.

A few weeks had passed, Jimin and his mother had said to move in with them because if they would with us than the castle was going to melt. Logic.

So here we are. Jimin and I, sharing a room. Jimin was constantly messing with my books, smirking as he lit a few pages of the books I already read.

I frowned, about to freeze him into an ice sculpture when there was a knock on the door. The door opened, revealing Jimin's, and now mine, mother. She was formally dressed and ready to go out.

"You father and I are going out tonight." Because why not. Again. "Be good now boys." She said lowly, pointing eyes at Jimin, who rolled his eyes. "Sure. Have fun, don't destroy the walls this time."

The door carefully closed, soon hearing the gate close as well. Jimin pulled my book my from my hands, jumpibg on top of me. I frowned. "Give back."

"And now finish what w e started when we first met? Do you know how much it has been bothering me?! My heart can't take it!" He yelled. I raised my eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"

Jimin growled and pressed his lips onto mine roughly. I widened my eyes, pushing him off me. "We're brothers now Min!" I yelled. "No couple!" Jimin chuckled, buttoning the rest of his shirt down and pulling it off. "We're stephbrothers, Yoongi." He said smirking.

He pressed his lips back on mine, pinning my arms and legs down. I growled biting his lip, that caused him to groan and deepen the kiss.

-♥️🌡- Turn back while you can.

Jimin growled lowly, beginning to pull my shirt off. I refused, not wanting to do this. He was hot, sexy, the definition of my type, but not like this. Jimin stared at me quietly, before simply smirking and burning the fabric.

I yelped slightly at the burning feeling, a groan breaking from my throat. Jimin chuckled. "You like it hot?" He whispered seductively , his voice hoarse and husky as my breathing hitched from his hot breath on my skin.

Jimin smirked. "You look so hot like this. Acting all cool and tough when you're just a bottom boy." He whispered lowly. Another groan erupted from my chest. My body was heating up.

Our lips connected again, slowly, I kissed back. Jimin his hands messed with the button of my pants, sliding them off my legs. Jimin his breath tigled against my skin as he kissed along my jawline, sucking on my collarbones and my chest.

A soft moan left my lips as hickeys appeared on my pale skin. Jimin groaned lowly. "You don't know how bad I've been wanting to mark your pretty pale skin. Burn it with pleasure." He said lowly, kissing near my thighs.

A shaky moan escaped my lips, slowly beginning to feel overwhelmed by the loving attention from my stephbrother. My hot, sexy, stephbrother.

Jimin chuckled against my skin. "What do you want Yoongi?" He asked teasingly, palming my crotch gently. Another shaky moan escaped my lips. "Y-you... please..." I managed to breathe out.

Jimin chuckled, messing with his pants. "I'm gonna mark you as mine." He growled lowly. I can't believe that Jimin was overpowering me, that he was actually doing this.

Moans kept flowing off my tongue like waterfalls the next half hour. My sight was blinded by the smoke that had spread throughout the room, I could feel. And what I felt was pure pleasure.

With a loud moan, I finished as Jimin soon did as well. Panting and sweating, we fell down on the bed. I'm god damn exhausted. I rolled my body up against Jimin's closing my eyes when I heard those last four words.

"I love you Yoongi."

Okay. Is done. Come out of your hiding spots!

I groaned, turning around when I felt a hand on my chest. "No... five more minutes." I whined. "I'll end you." Jimin growled. I shot up, with wide eyes staring at a butt-naked Jimin and myself.

I hid my face with my hands. "My god... What did we do?" I asked regretfully. "We made love." Jimin said softly, pulling my body to his. I shook my head. "No, no, no, no. Jimin, we're brother--" "Stephbrothers." "We just had sex Jimin... We just destroyed loyalty to our clans." I groaned.

Jimin sighed. "Listen baby, I love you. I wanted to make love to you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I froze." He said softly. "I want you in my life as more than a stephbrother, Yoongi. If that means to keep it a secret, then I will." He whispered.

His breath tingled on my skin as he took his hand in mine. "Be my secret, baby. Let me love you like this." He said lowly. I simply nodded. "You're to hot to say no to." I chuckled.

Jimin smiled slyly. "How so? Am I too good looking for your eyes?" He asked teazingly. I chuckled amused. "Babe, the room was filled with so much smoke yesterday night, I couldn't see you." "Well, all I know is that you're loud." Jimin chuckled.

I scoffed. "Shut up. Get ready for breakfast before they catch us like this. Jimin smirked slyly. "Can you even walk?" "Of course I can. I'm the god damn ice prince I have buns of steal!" I said childishly.

Jimin chuckled. "Go ahead hun. Tell mom and dad I'll be a bit later." He winked. I felt my face flush a bright red, like fire almost, quickly dressing myself and fixing my hair to a bit of a presentable arrival.

I yawned slightly as I came down the long staircase, seeing my father just about to go up. "Ah, Yoongi. I was just about to get you." I simply nodded. "Jimin said he had some things left to do before joining us." I said softly, my voice hoarse and quiet.

"Ah, that's alright. Jimin has his morning routine." I guess now my mother said smiling. "Yeah... He's quite the prince." I said hesitantly. They nodded. I sat down at my seat, seeing Taehyung, Jimin's 'butler', next to Jungkook. Both of them were red, avoiding my gaze.

Jimin soon came down the stairs, stretching his body, popping a few joints. "Ah~! Mornin'." He yelled happily. "Good morning Jimin. You are happy today." My mother said smiling. "I am! Yoongi isn't that bad of a person after all." He said smiling.

I groaned lightly. "Come on Min. I'm hungry, keep that conversation for later." I whined. Jimin chuckled amused, holding my hand tightly under the table. He leaned to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"I know you liked it."

I pushed him away gently. "Shut it." I spat, diving into my food. After the lovely, and I mean !lovely! breakfast, Jimin grabbed my hand tightly, pulling me upstairs only to be caught by Taehyung and Jungkook, who crossed their arms.

"This is just disrespectful!" Jumgkook complained. "Making love? When your parents are gone? How desperate are you Jimin?" Taehyung scoffed. Jimin frowned. "I don't remember you complaining a few months ago." He said smirking.

Taehyung flushed bright red. "T-that was a different time! You two are different clans!" "If you disagree, go tell the queen to divorce my father. She will most likely burn you. If you do become a snitch, Jungkook." I growled, leaning to his ear.

"Don't you count on that lovely room of yours. You go right back into jail where I picked you from. Understood?" I growled lowly. Jungkook gulped nervously and nodded vigorously. "Y-yes your highness."

Jimin smiled and grabbed my hand again. He waved at the boys mockingly. "Bye bye you two." He laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Don't think that this is a thing. This was one time." I said lowly.

"Oh, really?" Jimin asked smirking. "Because I'm pretty sure that you agreed to being my secret lover earlier today. Why don't I make you think it again?" He said lowly. "Try me. And do it with words this time."

Jimin pouted childishly. "Aw. But I had so much fun!" "And I got tired really fast." I whined. "So? Tonight?" Jimin asked. "We'll see if our parents go out again. I'm not planning on doing it with them in the castle." I said, crossing my arms.

Jimin growled lowly, pulling me towards him. He kissed me roughly for a few seconds before letting go of me. "We'll see."

The End

This was very awkward to write, even though somewhere was like: this might actually happen in this scenario. And in my mind, everything gets into the book.

But this is the only time ever that this will happen so... yeah...