Jimin was a dark wizard, you were a sorceress. You always knew he loved you, the way he talked, the stupid guesters he did. Never once forcing you to be with him. Despite his evil heart, you held a special spot in both his heart and brain.

The two of you were always against eachother, he only wanting to conquer and kill, while you wanted to give people their own free will. Neck and neck. Jimin always did the stupidest things to try and impress you, from stealing flowers from someone, to creating a whole new spell, to make it rain just because you mentioned you like the rain.

—×— "Sweetheart! Sweetheart! I got you flowers! I made a new spell!" Jimin ran to you, throwing your spell book out of your hands, a purplish blush on his cheeks as he pushed the somewhat withered yet alive flowers in your hands.

"Aren't they pretty? I made them for you." He looked at your annoying expression as you picked up your spell book, thanking him and going back to reading and learning your spells. He stared at you, the purple blush on his face spreading, the man was basically melting with love. All he wanted from you was— well, you.

"You study too much, sweetheart, take care of yourself. Let me take you out for dinner, or at least invite you to my Manor. My father won't appreciate me inviting you, but please." He tried touching your face, only to back away the last second. Jimin took one of his half dead flowers and put it behind your ear, smiling softly. He adored and worshipped the land you walked on, even if he was supposed to hate you.

"I'll keep creating spells for you..."