"From what I understand, as a human female there are options available to you." Namjoon tells me once I have finished vomiting.

I stumble, and my loss of footing plants me firmly onto the couch behind me.

"There are no options, " Jimin roars furiously, even as he continues to stroke my back gently.

I almost wish he wouldn't touch me right now.

"That's my child! How could you even suggest such a thing?"

"It's not your place Chim, " Namjoon growls dangerously "to tell her she has to have this kid. You didn't explain any of this to her. She's not Fae, she should have a choice."

"She loves me too!" Jimin yells, tears gathering in his eyes despite his words.

He drops to his knees before me once more, pleading with his eyes.

"I know you do, you have to."

"I know Chim, otherwise the bond wouldn't have formed in these conditions. Doesn't make what you've done right though." The dimpled fairy replies before turning his head, eyes drilling into my own. "You need to decide. The gestation period for Fae is incredibly short. I can't guarantee that such a pregnancy as yours will be smooth sailing. My father will kill you if he finds out. And being involved with Jimin has already put your life in extreme danger."

I don't even know what to say. This whole situation is absolutely absurd. How did this even happen?

"How long before I can take Jimin back?" I ask Namjoon.

I know that Jimin will avoid the question, but his brother seems intent on making sure I know what's going on around me.

It is appreciated.

"Jimin told me I only had to house him until spring, " I add.

"That depends, " Namjoon says. "I will say that it'd be safer for you if you allow me to take him. Safer for him too. The winter court is forever after Jimin. But I will not force you, or Jimin. The decision must be made between the two of you."

I nod my head as if I understand what he is saying. In reality none of this makes any sense to me.

"Can I just say one more thing?" Namjoon inquires.

"Havn't you already said enough hyung?" Jimin snaps.

"Just say it, " I respond, ignoring Jimin's outburst.

His brother spares Jimin a pitying glance.

"Jimin truly does love you, " he tells me quietly. "And it's obvious that you love him in return."

I scoff. How is any of this love? Pure physical attraction, sure. But love? Absolutely not.

"Deny it all you want, but you wouldn't be pregnant if you didn't. The bond requires one of two things. Love, or acceptance of a suit. Since I know Jimin didn't properly court you it must be the latter."

Abruptly, I stand. I've had more than enough of this.

"I need to process all of this, " I say quietly.

I'm not even angry as I walk away. I'm too shocked to be angry. There are a million other emotions scratching, clawing at the barrier created by my confusion. But a moment of clarity hits me, and like a flood they all come pouring in.

I stumble under the weight of the hurt, the confusion, the absurdity of it all. But maybe Namjoon is right. Maybe I love Jimin after all, because even under the onslaught of emotions I sense no trace of anger or regret.

I'm a damned fool.

But I know that I've made my decision even before Jimin comes bounding down the hallway. For a momemt, just a moment, I allow him to pull me into a tight embrace.

He has to go back to his people, I realize as he gently lays me down. And yet, as he wraps his arms around me, sobbing into my shoulder, I realize that I also don't want him to leave.

But aren't I supposed to be angry? Why don't my emotions work properly?

"Please don't be angry Evie. Please don't turn me away, " he pleads into my skin.

His kisses are frantic, placed upon my skin in erratic and zealous patterns.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, " he cries. "But I love you so much."

I curse my treaturous body for arching against his mouth, eager for his touch despite the situation. Jimin doesn't miss a beat. His lips are upon mine in a heartbeat, and it isn't long until his kiss has me completely under his spell once more.

Everything falls away, every stress forgotten as he wraps his soul around mine again and again. For once I am equally fervent in my desire for him. And nothing else matters.

"You want me, " he tells me softly, tears still gathering in the corners of his eyes. "You can't tell me that you don't."

He rolls his hips, pushing his member against my still clothed center as if to prove a point. But his tears burn trails into my skin. It's like liquid fire, and electricity. I gasp, lungs greedy and desperate for air.

I can't seem to get enough of that, or his touch. And it isn't long before he's buried inside, clothes scattered on the floor long since forgotten. The way that he moves inside of me is desperate and it leaves me scramblimg, nails digging into the skin of his back in just as much desperation.

"Jimin, " I moan "I love you. I love you so much."

My words bring even more tears to his eyes, but now, mine are leaking as well. He sobs into my skin, tears of joy and relief, pain and regret flowing freely like twin rivers.

"I knew it, " he groans. "I can't lose you. I knew you loved me. Forgive me. Please don't get rid of our child. Please don't get rid of me."

The tempo of our lovemaking, which was previously slow and intense, has now become frenzied as the both of us reach our peak. Words, useless things that they are, fall away. And stars explode beneath my lids as my orgasm wreaks havoc with my body.

"Jimin!" I scream.

"Evie! Evie, oh fuck!" Jimin curses, groaning as he spills his seed inside.

In the aftermath, as he holds ms tightly, my thoughts turn the situation at hand. No matter what's been done, one thing is entirely true. I can't live without my fairy prince anymore. Nor can I deny it any longer.