Virginal Blood.

Soojin walks into Yun Ki's favourite garden, to meet a man who wasn't hers in the very first place.

The moist grass tickles the plantar aspect of her foot as her timid steps gain gradual momentum.

It's pitch black and the occasional chirping of the crickets, fill her heart with an unusual anxiousness.

What was she doing at 2 in the night, meeting a foreign man?

She watches a dark figure peep out behind the true of the Cherry Blossom tree, also Min Yun Ki's highlight.

The one he explained to be 'The elixir of life', when he first brought her into his Palace as his lawfully wedded wife.

Agh, the betrayal.

She lingers closer to the shadow until she's face to face with it, the winds blowing her stole off of her head, causing it to flutter in the wind from where it hangs around her neck.

Bohoja grasps her hand, pulling her behind the Trunk and pinning her back against the bark, that was now piercing through the thin satin she wore.

"Nngh." She exclaims but a large hand is clamped shut on her mouth.

Her eyes accommodate to the dark and she views the tall bulky man before her, who's pinned her frail body against her husband's favourite tree.

"It's just me, Soojin-ah." He says and the voice is enough to ease down her perched up shoulders.

He lets go of the palm that covered her mouth.

"B-Bohoja.." She whispers, wiping the ends of her mouth with the back of her palm.

Bohoja tucks in the stray strand behind her ear, eyes scanning her face.

The innocent doe shaped eyes, the quivering lips that he can't wait to abuse.

"You look beautiful." He comments, cupping her powdered dewy cheeks in his palm and Soojin nuzzles her face into the warmth his palm offers.

"Is this all for me?" He questions, a sly smirk adoring the ends of his lips.

He's clad in an all black pant suit, the ends of his black matted shoulder length hair cascading over his shoulders, fingers dancing along Soojin's exposed neckline through the netted stole she had on.

The other hand of his is placed next to her head on the bark of the cherry blossom tree, he rests the weight of his body over it.

The wind wafts in between the two, crickets chirping, fireflies cascading through the air, in the direction of strong winds.

Soojin's stole is just about to fly off of her neck but Bohoja grabs onto it, tightly.

Her hair is a mess, the one she'd worked hours on.

"I-It always gets windy whenever we see each other." Soojin comments, for the first time, in the dead of the night.

Bohoja adorns her neck with the stole, wrapping it around her neck protectively before leaning in closer to her face, that reads anxiety and restlessness.

"Could it be a sign?" He asks, hot breath fanning over her philtrum, in contrast to the monstrous winds that blow around them.

Just as he says so, the flowers shower over them.

The flowers of cherry blossom, that signify the fleeting nature of existence.

Soojin's hair are adorned in the petite pink and yellow coloured bane and Bohoja removes them from her tightly bound hairline.

"This is how I see you in my dreams. Between my arms, protected from the world. Untouched and pious." He breathes out, twirling the flower in his fingers, careful although he might crush it.

"I see you in my dreams, too." Soojin squeaks as her chest weaves up and down, erratically.

Blood rushes past her ears and coats her face in a faint blush.

"I-I wish we didn't have to hide from the world." She says against his hard body, pressing into hers.

Bohoja lets out a laugh, caressing her chin in his grasp, causing her eyes to meet his, nervously.

"Look into my eyes and maybe we won't have to hide from the ravages of time, forever." He breathes out.

Soojin's pupil shake and staring at his orbs is testing her confidence but she conquers her fears.

She's seen him before, never as close as he is now but she has looked into his eyes.

"I got you a present." He speaks, retreating from her body and Soojin immediately feels the warmth leaving her body.

Her curious eyes grow fonder as she looks into the empty palms of his hand, questionably.

He laughs at Soojin's searching eyes before lifting the sleeve of his left arm, turning his palm around and grabbing Soojin's cold and clammy hands, placing them over his wrists.

She feels the raised skin over his wrist and looks at him confused.

"I got your name embellished on the wounds on my wrist." He answers.

Soojin's eyes fill with an indescribable emotion.

"Wh-Why?" She asks, lips quivering and a tear rolling down her pale cheeks.

"Because you taught me redemption. You've trusted me with your life. You see me as your shield. Now this shield has your name on it to keep, forever." He says, wiping the bead of tear that rests on her chin.

"I-It would've bled so much.." She cries out, cradling his arm in her weak hands, fingers running over the inked raised skin.

"It was blood shed for you. There was pleasure in pain, Soojin-ah." He says, leaning in to her shaking body.

"Watching you cry, kills me." He utters, dropping a kiss down her tear trail.

"Watching you in pain, kills me Bohoja.." Soojin cries out, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, muscles under the thin cotton fabric clenching.

He looks at her, eyes red from the overwhelming emotions cursing through her, the rouge snotty nose and he leans in, dropping a chaste kiss over her parted lips.

He pulls away, staring at her eyes, testing waters.

Something foreign snaps in Soojin's heart.

A man had named his body after her.

He'd claimed her heart with this heart warming gesture.

Her hands crawl to the back of his head, fingers making their way past his thick mane, scratching his scalp, watching his eyes fluter close as his adams apple bobs with his gulp.

She pulls his face towards her with her grasp on his neck, desperate lips finding his own, moulding like pieces of a puzzle.

From the minute his lips meet her own in a desperate kiss, Soojin feels intoxicated.

Intoxicated in love.

His hands travel around her waist, propping her body against his own, pressing his hard chest against her soft beating one.

He could devour her whole.

She kissed him like an amateur.

How endearing, Bohoja thought to himself as he realises the power of Virginal blood.

The same blood his better kin, Yun Ki was enamoured by and it all makes sense to him, now.

The wind blows, carrying the shed cherry blossoms with it.

The Cherry Blossoms were reaching an end to their productive life.

Their season was now over.

The man had won over the innocent, coaxing her in lies and now, his lips.