Jin stared at the perfectly labeled potion in front of him. 'Drink me' it said. Since this potion was for Yoongi he liked to make jokes out of it.

He was still in his body debating whether he should turn into Nayeon or not. By now, the real her and Namjoon have already met and even had a date.

Turning into her meant he would see everything that happened that night and if he was honest he didn't want to.

But no one from the castle was gone therefore sneaking in to hand it to Yoongi was hard. The guards didn't let just anyone in. Aside from pretty women like Nayeon herself.

So, he finally got the courage to get up from his sitting position. He knew Yoongi would be mad; it had taken him this long to make the potion and to deliver it.

Being king and all meant he couldn't come pick it up himself. Neither send someone to pick up something so important to him. The potion was to stop him from metaphorically eating his husband. It was something crucial therefore it needed to be delivered by him personally.

Once he stood in front of the broken mirror he felt himself get nervous. The shapeshifting was quite simple. All he needed to do was think of the person he wanted to impersonate and slowly his body would take the form of that person.

Watching him turn into her was both pleasing and self destructive. Why couldn't he just be her? Why couldn't he just be beautiful? Wanted? Loved?

After the transformation was done the memories hit him like a ton of bricks. Although he didn't want to know what happened he would know either way. The memories were a bit hazy and all of them at the same time, but some of them stood out to him.

"You made this all by yourself?" Nayeon asked.

"Yes miss.  I am not a cook so don't get your hopes up." Namjoon said as he pulled the chair for her to sit.

Nayeon smiled, "It looks delicious."

"I hope it is. Be careful now, you don't want to stain your dress."

She laughed, "Ahh! Yeah! I don't know why I keep doing that. I'm typically not that messy."

"No worries. I am too."

She smiled, "So this is where you live?"

"Yes. It's not much. Quite small, but I am barely here. I spend my days working and when I'm not working I am with my cat."

Nayeon looked around the room, it was tiny, but very homey. Surrounded by indoor succulents and cat toys all over the floor.

"I think it's lovely. I spend my days working too. I am always out of town. Buying new materials and delivering important things. I am actually going to be out again."

"That's really nice. You get to explore."

"Of course. Oh! Is that a chocolate cake?"

Namjoon turned to look at it and then smiled a little sheepishly, "Yes miss. I thought we could have it after we finished eating. I didn't bake that so you are free to eat as much as you want."

"I would love that. Is that your favorite?"

"No, but it's yours."

Nayeon smiled as she picked up her utensils, "Yeah, I do like chocolate don't I?"

"Yes you do."

"Is there a special occasion? You don't just get cake out of nowhere."

"Oh, nothing special. It's uhh...my birthday. I thought it would be nice to celebrate with someone else besides my cat." He murmured as he ate.

"It's your birthday! Why did you not tell me? I didn't get you anything I—"

Before she could finish her rant, Namjoon reached over to put his hand on top of hers. "Miss, it's okay. I don't need any birthday presents. I enjoy your company and that's all I need."

She looked down at his hand and then back at him, "I enjoy your company too."  She admitted both sheepishly and a little scared to sound desperate.

Namjoon nervously pulled away from her hand, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to touch you. I shouldn't have."

"It's okay. I—I don't mind it."

He slowly looked up with a pink tint all over his face, "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you look very beautiful today."

Jin punched a hole through the wall to stop thinking about those memories. "Shut up!" He screamed to his mind that kept playing those scenes.

He picked up the potion and placed it inside a box as he headed out. As he made his way through town he didn't even pay attention to everyone staring at him.

He'd usually enjoy getting the attention from everyone and being admired, but not today. Today he didn't care about any of that. All he wanted was to deliver the potion and get out of her body. 

How cruel was it to know that Namjoon was falling for Nayeon when he had only spoken to her two times? The liking of chocolate, the messy eating, the conversations about books it was him not her!

How could he ever explain that to Namjoon? How could he live with himself watching them fall in love when he was falling for him?

Getting in the castle had been fairly easy. No one would deny the entry to beautiful Nayeon. As he sat in the room waiting for Yoongi to arrive he tapped his fingers on the table.

"Ahh! Finally, thanks for the potion although it's ten years late." Yoongi said as he walked in the room.

Jin rolled his eyes with a huff, "I had to make that shit up. I don't usually make potions to disgust you from your own husband. So excuse me if it took a while."

"Well, I don't know. Considering you've made potions for over four hundred years I can imagine this hasn't been the strangest one." He said as he opened up the box.

"Psh. Whatever. I hope it works."

"What's the matter with you? You're in a pissy mood. What happened to being all happy and hyper? You didn't even steal my chocolate jar."

"I stole a piece, but I am not in the mood for chocolate."

"Ahh, must be that guy."

Jin stood up embarrassed with a red face, "No uh! Stop spreading rumors!"

Yoongi smirked, "Wow. You're so mature. You see I didn't know it was about him, but now I do because your body language says it all."

"Fuck! Shut up. Just take your stupid potions."

Yoongi held in his hand, "Yeah about that it's kind of too late."

"Too late?"

"Yeah. I've already eaten my husband."

Jin's eyes widened, "Yoongi, ahh. Why would you do that?"

He shrugged, "In my defense, it was his fault. No one told him to smell so damn good."

"Well, now I'm not sure if the potion will even work. It's supposed to make you not want him, but you've already had his blood so it kind of beats the purpose."

"Well, we will see. Thanks for this. Do you want money or—?"

"I will take your chocolate jar. I will eat it later."

"Sounds good. Oh and hey?"

"Hmm?" Jin asked as he opened the door.

"Stay away from that guy. He's making you miserable."

Jin nodded although he didn't want to stay away from Namjoon he had to at this point. The real Nayeon and him have already made a connection. One that he couldn't break.

On the way out, he was mumbling to himself while digging into the jar of chocolate. It seemed like the right thing to do when you were sad. Eat and then cry.

He was too busy indulging in the candy and mumbling to himself that he didn't notice the tall man approaching him.

"Miss—! Oh! I am so sorry!" Namjoon apologized as he quickly let go of his waist. He had done it to prevent him from falling.

"Oh. Namjoon. H—hi."

"Hello miss. I thought you were out of town?"

Jin was already flustered being so close to him. Having Namjoon touch his waist even though he was in a different body caused him to get all jittery. Was this how Nayeon felt too?

"Yeah, but the king called before I left. You know when the king calls you have to respond to him."

"Right, of course." He murmured while biting the inside of his cheek. "Does he fancy you?" He blurted.

"What?"

"You always have a chocolate jar when leaving the castle. He calls you constantly and..." Namjoon scratched the back of his head. "I don't mean to be nosey. I'm sorry."

"Ahh! Yeah. No this is kind of a form of payment for the p—clothes I make for him. In addition to normal pay of course. The king does not fancy me. I assure you."

"Sounds like a win-win situation to me." Namjoon grinned.

"Yes. It is. Do you want some?"

Namjoon reached in to grab a few pieces of chocolate. "Thank you very much."

"Sure. No problem."

"I wish I could stay and chat with you longer, but I am actually on the way back to work. I didn't pack my usual sandwich today and wanted to eat something out. I better hurry before I get fired." He bowed and waved goodbye with a smile.

Jin quickly spoke up, "Oh! Happy birthday by the way!"

Namjoon stopped and looked back slightly confused although a smile was still on his face. "You've already congratulated me."

"I know I just wanted you to hear it again."

"Thank you miss." He smiled big and bright.

"Namjoon?" Jin was unable to stop himself.

"Yes, miss?"

"Do you like me?"

Namjoon's smile slowly faded and his face turned a deep red. He opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn't say a word.

Jin quickly regretted bringing that question up. It didn't matter if Namjoon liked him either way because he was falling for Nayeon not him.

"I'm sorry. That was a weird question. I should let you go." He quickly said walking away.

"Wait—miss!" Namjoon screamed but Jin never turned back.

•••

Yoongi stared at the glass bottle in front of him. It was funny to know that this potion was supposed to make him disgusted of his own husband, but the liquid itself was beautiful.

It was a light pink with tiny pink flowers. It was a gorgeous liquid too pretty to make him disgusted. He debated whether Jin had given him the right potion.

Jin was often distracted and with his new dilemma he probably wasn't all concentrated. What if he had picked the wrong potion up and this was a love potion?

The thought of ever loving Jimin was repulsive. Not because Jimin was repulsive himself, but because love was something Yoongi didn't want to experience.

Not when his father lost his mother due to childbirth. Not when his whole life he'd been caged inside the castle too afraid to have interactions.

The solution was simple really. If he did fall in love with Jimin then he could simply turn him immortal. However, what if he didn't actually love him and then he had to deal with him for the rest of his eternity?

The questions were flooding his mind making his head throb. Then out of nowhere a voice brought him back to present time.

Jimin's voice. Although he wasn't trying to be creepy he couldn't help to always search for his voice throughout the castle.

His voice was sweet and velvety. He could hear him walk down the hallway while mumbling a song. He could hear his heartbeat be in perfect sync with his walk.

Jimin's feet were barely touching the ground. He moved and stepped effortlessly like a ballerina. Even though he could not see him he could picture him perfectly clear like he was right in front of him.

Yoongi wanted to control his instincts as much as possible. He should have more self control than a human, so why was he so weak for him?

He got up from the table to search for Jimin who was on the first floor. He did it so quickly that his hip hit the corner of the table making the glass bottle shake.

As he left out the door, the bottle fell on the floor instantly shattering into tiny pieces. It was useless to drink such a thing because it was already too late.

Yoongi didn't need Jimin's blood to survive. In all reality he could live perfectly fine without it, but he craved it.

And that was far too complicated to fix with a potion.