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The Price to Rise: Part 2 [Jimin | Prince Eric]

The Price to Rise [Jimin | Prince Eric]

Word count: 5,598 words

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Disney AU, fluff, angst

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Links for alternate endings are at the end of the post!

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"Now, it's time to choose," Bang Sihyuk declares, while your mind is still reeling from your latest adventure.

"Ch-choose?" You ask dumbly.

"Yes! Didn't I tell you?" Part of you have expected something like this to happen, but technically he hasn't told you. He sighs dramatically as if you're the most incompetent girl he has ever had the misfortune to meet, and explains. "You've met seven different men. All handsome, gentlemanly and desirable, even if I do say so myself," he places a hand on his chest as he chuckles, while you work to keep a straight face. Why does he look so proud? It's as if they're his sons or something.

"From the time you've spent with them, you've gotten to know a little bit about who they are. So of the seven men, who do you see yourself with till the end? With whom do you want to try and shoot for a happily ever after? Which man do you want to kiss?"

This is a surprisingly loaded question. From having no men in your life, you are suddenly presented with seven choices. Seven delectable options.

The shy yet adorable Prince Jimin.

The playful, carefree Jungkook.

The gorgeous and charming Prince Jin.

The mysterious but alluring Prince Yoongi.

The daredevil yet kind Taehyung.

The heart-lifting, gentle Prince Hoseok.

Or the courageous and confident Namjoon.

It's almost impossible to choose. Almost. However, even as you're imagining each of them in your head, one man outshines the rest. Prince Jimin. Even though you have spent more time with some of the other men, the scant two days with him is enough for the handsome young prince to capture your heart. Even as you remember how you left things with him, at the beach with his lips so close to yours, butterflies suddenly emerge to flutter in your stomach.

As your 'godmother', Bang Sihyuk has said in his carefully chosen words, the future with Jimin is still not certain. Things may go wrong. He was so close to kissing you, just a little more to seal the deal so you can remain a human forever by his side, but you know by now that anything can happen.

However, even with the threat of turning into sea foam if you don't manage to kiss Jimin in the last day you have left, there's no one you want to see again more than the bashful prince. Just one more day with him is more desirable to you than decades with anyone else.

Mind made up, your head swivels to look at Bang Sihyuk. "I choose Prince Jimin."

"Excellent choice!" Your fairy godmother exclaims, swiftly tapping the door upon hearing your answer. A soft glow illuminates it for a few moments before it turns to its previous white.

"Wait!" You try to pause his movements as he twists the doorknob to open it. "What happens if I go back inside? Am I going to stay there forever? What about my life here?!"

So many questions spin around in your head, but they are all going unanswered, because Bang Sihyuk has either missed hearing them or is pretending not to hear and choosing not to answer. Instead he opens the door and pushes you through. "Good luck!" Is the last thing you hear from him before a curtain of blackness overtakes your vision.

All of a sudden, you feel your surroundings change, even though your eyes are closed. The salty smell of the sea hits your nose when you inhale, a cool breeze caresses your body and you can feel the fine grains of sand brushing against your skin where you sit on the beach. Calloused hands cup the side of your face, gently brushing your hair away, and a tingle of excitement courses through your body when you feel Jimin's warm breath softly blowing against you. You are so close. He is about to kiss you.

A deluge of sea water suddenly slaps you in the face, causing you to sputter and open your eyes. The saffron of the setting sun greets your eyes, casting dreamy red and orange hues over the sparkling water. Your gaze drifts to a more beautiful sight next to you; the heart-stoppingly handsome Prince Jimin, with water droplets dripping from the ends of his fringe, gasping from the shock of the huge wave hitting the two of you just as he was about to touch your lips.

"That will teach me to attempt such an inappropriate move towards a lady," he laughs. You would join in his amusement except that you are sorely disappointed that the kiss you are desperate for got interrupted so unexpectedly. You should have known that it won't be this easy. So you plaster on the best smile you can muster and place your hand into his offered one, allowing him to help you get on your feet.

"We should get back. I don't want you to catch a cold," he says as he picks up his jacket, which has miraculously survived most of the wave attack and wrap it around your shoulders. You can't help but melt at the gesture, especially when he slides his arm around your waist to steer you towards the castle. Your aim for a kiss with Jimin may have been foiled, but it's hard to be too upset when the heat from him is seeping through his body to yours, keeping you from shivering from the chill of the imminent nightfall. However, a sense of foreboding rings through you when you glance back at the sea. The line where the water meets the shore is quite a distance away from where you sat, and the sand is dry all around except where the wave attacked the very spot you and Jimin were sitting.

Dinner is a much subdued affair tonight compared to the night before. You sit as Jimin recounts the tale of his outing with you to Grimsby, unable to say anything since to your dismay, your voice has disappeared once you reentered this world. It is the price you have paid after all, so you can't complain. For the two men, only one day has passed between this dinner and the last, but it has been so much longer for you. Countless escapades with six other men have filled days, some taking up even months, of your life, leaving you both excited and exhausted at the same time, but being here has calmed you down somewhat. It feels like you've returned to the place where you are meant to be. You are home. And deep inside you know that home is wherever Jimin is.

As if he knows what you're thinking and wanting to hit the point home even more, Jimin steals glances at you every chance he gets. Every flick of his warm brown eyes is accompanied with a barely contained grin and a soft blush of his cheeks, causing yours to burn in delight and your stomach to flip joyfully, like a teenager falling in love for the first time. Fortunately, Grimsby is too engrossed in the crab on his plate to notice the increasingly blatant looks that Jimin is throwing your way.

Part of you is actually hoping for the meal to come to a close so you can spend some time alone with Jimin, and it seems that he is thinking along the same lines, if the speed with which he stands to help you out of your seat is any indication. However, before he can do anything more than place his hand on the small of your back, Grimsby clears his throat. "Beg your pardon, Prince Jimin, there is something that we need to discuss."

Your heart sinks a little at this, but the way Jimin's brow furrows in displeasure relieves the disappointment, if only a smidgen. "Can't it wait?" It is obvious that he would rather walk you to your room than have a discussion with Grimsby, but the old man is relentless. "I'm afraid it is rather urgent."

With poorly masked frustration, Jimin apologises to you, but you shake your head and give him a reassuring smile, gesturing for him to go ahead while you head to your room. Perhaps this is for the best. You need to think of a way to get him to kiss you – or for you to kiss him yourself. Your life is potentially at stake here; there is no room for being old fashioned and wait for him to make the first move.

After you change into your night clothes – a comfortable white cotton slip – you head towards the double doors directly opposite the entrance of your room and push them open. Immediately the cool breeze from the sea hits your face and you close your eyes, enjoying the gentle wind blowing against your skin and playing with your hair.

Memories of the tour of the castle that Jimin has given you that morning drifts to the forefront of your mind when you lean against the balustrade and look down from the balcony. On your first day here, you were brought to this chamber by one of the maids and never put too much thought into it, but suddenly you wonder if Jimin has chosen this room for you himself. In the distance, you can see the vast expanse of the ocean sprawled out before you, but directly below you is the private garden that Jimin has shown you earlier. Is there a reason why you are staying in this room, or are you reading too much into it?

As if on cue, you see the man himself stroll out through one of the doors into the garden. His steps are slow, deliberate. Perhaps he is mulling some things over in his head. You wish that you can call out to him, but alas, you can't call for his attention unless you jump over the railing, and your days are numbered as it is. You have no intention to rush towards death, so you content yourself with observing him from afar.

Much like you when you headed out to the balcony, the sea captures his attention. Both of you enjoy the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, distant, but the calm notes are carried by the night air well, giving the impression of the sea being closer to you than it actually is. After several minutes pass, Jimin finally tears his gaze away from the ocean and lifts his head in the direction of your room. His delicate features immediately break into a wide smile when he sees you, and you beam back at him, lifting your hand to return his enthusiastic wave.

Just as the thought of heading downstairs to join him crosses your mind, a melodic voice flows through the night, threatening to overpower the lapping of the ocean on the beach. Surprised, your eyes rake the view before you, trying to pinpoint the source of the familiar sound, and you can see the confused, hopeful look upon Jimin's face before he turns away from you towards the sea. It's clear that he recognises the voice as well, a voice that you realise with a heavy heart you know very, very well – your own.

Sure enough, a figure is walking along the beach, singing softly with the voice that has been taken from you. The platinum blonde hair swishing about the Sea Witch lends an eerie air to her as she makes her way closer and closer to Jimin. You want to shout out for him to run away, a desperate wish that is destined to be unfulfilled. The strain on your throat grows with your futile attempts to call out to him as the Sea Witch gets closer, but there's no use. The sea shell housing your voice glows brighter than the lonely stars above, the same instant that Jimin's whole body glows ethereally in the moonlight, and you know that he has fallen under her spell.

You release your hold on the railing, unaware that you have been gripping it so tightly that your knuckles have turned white. With the goal to run to the garden and try to stop the Sea Witch from bewitching Jimin, you attempt to turn back inside, but you find that your feet are rooted to the ground, forcing you to stay in place. Enraged, you look down at the pair standing near the gazebo below you. Jimin's back is facing towards you, his eyes on the Sea Witch but she has tilted her head to look up at you, triumphant fire blazing inside her ice blue eyes. She touches her spindly fingers to her lips and blows you a kiss, and that is the last thing you see before darkness descends.

The next time you open your eyes it is due to the jarring caws and squarks of the seagulls. Soft colours of the early morning greets you, kind compared to the aches that are plaguing your body from spending the night on the cold hard floor. Disoriented, you take a few seconds to remember how you ended up sprawling on a balcony facing the sea. Then memories of last night's events come crashing back into your mind, and you hurriedly get up to tear across your bedroom, only donning a robe so you don't appear too scandalous in your thin nightgown.

In your frenzy to find Jimin, you ignore the funny and confused looks thrown your way by the people in the castle, being almost oblivious to them. The only thing that is on your mind is finding him before it is too late. At this point even unearthing the location of the Sea Witch is desirable. Somehow you need to break the spell that she has obviously put on the prince.

However, Jimin, the Sea Witch, not even Grimsby is anywhere to be found. With every inch of the castle that you canvass, the desperation inside you grows. Your eyes scan the western dock wildly even though you can see that the place is deserted, but just as you are about to return indoors, a chorus of female voices calling your name causes you to turn around and run to the edge of the water. Just breaking the surface are six beautiful mermaids; your sisters.

"Y/n," Aquata, your eldest sister runs her bright blue eyes up and down your figure, now transformed to become very different from her own. "How could you do this?"

Your face falls. Even though they are not the family you're technically born into, they are is still the family of the mermaid whose body you are occupying. You can't help but feel bad about the selfish decision you have made to become human, leaving them behind, but ultimately you can't bring yourself to regret the contract you have made with the Sea Witch, even now. It has brought you to Jimin and for that you will forever be grateful for the opportunity.

Either way, you can't express your apology beyond a scrunch of your face, since your ability to speak has been robbed from you. Fortunately for you, Adella swims forward, albeit a little reluctantly, her action spurred on by Arista's push. Your older sister bites her lower lip, seemingly unsure of what to say, her eyes downcast. Then, with a deep breath, she looks up at you, her features full of remorse.

"I'm really sorry, y/n," her words surprising you. "I didn't mean to send you to the Sea Witch, it's just..." At this point, her lips tremble with the weight of her confession. "She promised me that she would help me get Jason if I send you to her. I didn't know that her deal would end up with you dying!"

It takes some time for you to remember who Jason is; the merman who has been pining over you, and asked you out just after you first arrived in this world. Feeling a little lost and unable to ask, you throw a quizzical look at Adella, who is quick enough to pick up on your confusion.

"I've actually had a crush on Jason for a long time now," she explains. "But I'm too much of a coward to tell him how I feel, especially since he only has eyes for you. So when the Sea Witch told me that she can get him to pay attention to me instead of you, I agreed to do what she asked me to do. She only told me to get you to ask her for help instead of Father, that he would refuse to help you anyway, so I did it. I didn't think that she would put such a price on your request. I'm really sorry."

You shake your head, trying to convey to her that it's not her fault. She may have convinced you to ask the Sea Witch for help, but you have understood the contract and signed it out of your own volition. There is no one to blame for this predicament but yourself. However, Adella is not in a state to absolve herself of responsibility. "I told the others about what happened," she gestures to your five other sisters, all of whom look familiar even though this is really the first time you've actually met them. The feeling of knowing them without ever meeting them is bizarre, but you've gotten used to it after your adventures with the seven men. It's funny how you can even sense that there is something different about the young mermaids. Then you realise the reason – their long, gorgeous hair have all been cut short.

"We saw the Sea Witch last evening and asked her to annul the contract, but she said it's impossible. So we did the next best thing." You are afraid to ask what the next best thing is. Just the sight of their missing hair clues you in on how much they have sacrificed for your sake. For a mermaid, hair is a most precious commodity. Handing it to someone else consciously basically means the receiver dictates the mermaid's actions until her hair grows back to its original length. "We traded our hair for this." She produces a black dagger that mysteriously glints in blueish hues as it catches the light. "Use this to kill the prince. Then you have to smear his blood on your legs to return back into a mermaid before you change into sea foam tomorrow morning."

The weapon is thrust in your direction but you refuse to take it. Kill Jimin? There is no way you can possibly do that. Sensing your hesitation, your sisters urge you to take the dagger. "Please, y/n! You will die if you don't!"

Still, you shake your head. Even if it costs you your life, you can't murder the man you love. You'd rather die than live knowing that he no longer exists, that his death is by your hand. However, your sisters have made an ultimate sacrifice for your sake and they are not taking no for an answer, and every moment you spend here trying to argue with them is another second wasted. Finding Jimin and breaking the spell on him is of the utmost importance. So you relent and take the dagger.

After your sisters wish you luck, you race back into the castle, wondering where you should look next, but your search is cut short when Grimsby spots you. He rushes towards you and march you back to your room, explaining the situation on the way.

"Prince Jimin has declared that he has found the woman of his dreams, and wants to get married immediately." You freeze at the news, heart ceasing to function, but Grimsby doesn't notice that you have stopped in your tracks. He simply increases the pressure of his hand on your back, forcing you to move forward. "You need to get ready to attend the wedding, the ship is going to sail soon."

Grimsby's words leaves you a little perplexed, but you dutifully let a maid change you into an intricate dress that you can never put on your own. Luckily you manage to put the dagger away before anyone can see it, and in the small window after the maid exits the room and Grimsby returns to get you, you hide the weapon in the many folds of your skirt. It won't do for someone to find it in your room – they may get the wrong idea and you don't want to invite more trouble than necessary. You know that you will be the initiator of a lot of mess today as it is.

You're almost in a daze as Grimsby leads you out to the main dock where a huge, fancy ship is waiting. It may have been extremely short notice, but you can't help but notice that a lot of detail has gone into decorating the ship for the wedding. Fresh flowers and white drapes litter the sides of the vessel which starts to move as soon as you and Grimsby get on board.

"Are you okay? You look a little sick," he observes. You are not surprised by his comment – there is no doubt you look pale from worry and fright, maybe even a little green. However, you shake your head and allow him to lead you to the upper deck. Rows of chairs decorated with lilies face an altar where a wizened man stands waiting to perform the ceremony. Next to him is Jimin, clad in a black suit, looking so beautiful that he takes your breath away. Yet at the same time you are filled with dread and panic, knowing what is about to happen if you don't do something.

However, before you can get up from your chair in the last row that Grimsby has steered you into, the organ some poor sod has been forced to lug onto the ship starts playing, and a low, warning growl fills your ears. You turn to see the Sea Witch; her hair pulled up into an elegant bun, wrapped in a pretty eggshell-coloured dress, her lips curving into a deceptively happy, beguiling smile, but you know better. Just behind her skirt is Max, snarling at her and straining against the leash that a flustered man is tightly holding onto.

"Quiet, you stupid mutt," she mutters from the corner of her mouth, the cruel words unheard by most of the attendees and unheeded by Max. You jolt in your seat involuntarily. She's definitely using your voice! The conch shell holding the payment you have made to her is resting against the valley between her breasts, posing as a lovely accessory to her wedding get-up. Ignoring Max's protests, she marches forward, a smirk tugging on one end of her lips when she sees you among the guests.

The time is now. You need to act now, otherwise it will be too late. Jimin will marry an evil witch without his consent, and you will be sentenced to death just the morning after. You can't let that happen. Especially when she is using your voice to make sure that you can't hold your end of the bargain. Furious and filled with purpose, you stand up moments after she walks past you and grip her shoulder with one hand while trying to grab the shell with the other.

Her reaction is swift, immediate, as if she has been anticipating your move. A struggle ensues in front of the first row, just shy of the altar, the scandalised complaints and mumblings of the guests falling on deaf ears, but they seem to have no idea what to do, since Jimin is looking on the scene unfolding right in front of him without showing any reaction whatsoever.

The Witch is a lot stronger than she looks, but luckily for you, the chaos allows Max to break free from the man who has been restraining him and he rushes to your aid. Never have you seen a sweet dog act so viciously, barking and snapping at the Witch's legs until he manages to bite her ankle. She yells in pain and kicks the poor animal with such force that he flies off of her and hit a pillar with a whimper, causing the vase of flowers resting on top of it to topple over and shatter into a thousand pieces.

The distraction helps you seize the brown and white shell away from her without much trouble. However, her violent movements as she struggles to fight off Max makes you lose your hold on it, the chain snapping and the shell falling onto the floor of the ship where the fragile container breaks.

"NO!" Shouts the Sea Witch, but it's too late. Golden wisps escape the remains of the shell, making its way towards you, and your gasp is at last audible as you experience the heedy sensation of regaining your voice.

"Y/n?" Jimin's soft voice calls your name, looking bewilderedly at his surroundings.

"Jimin!" You answer. Oh, it's so good to be able to say his name at long last.

His eyes widen upon hearing you, and he darts forward. "Your voice! It was you all along!"

However, before he can reach you, the Witch pulls you backwards by your arm harshly. Pain shoots through you as you fall on your back and she pounces on you, holding a shard of the broken vase in her hand. "How dare you spoil my plans," she hisses with anger in her own raspy tone.

"Why are you doing this to me? To my sisters? My family has done nothing wrong to you!" Even though you are defenseless and terrified, you just can't believe that she would do this without a reason, and you are determined to get to the bottom of it.

Her laughter at your statement is mirthless and full of bitterness. "Your family has done nothing? Ha! I suppose you don't know that your precious father, the beloved king of Atlantica was the one who chased me out of the kingdom, forcing me to live in the outskirts like some rubbish that no one wants, and for what? Just for serving the good people some good quality spells! It's not my fault if they can't finish the payment!"

She laughs almost maniacally. "I wonder how he would feel when he finds out that his beloved youngest daughter is about to die, and your sisters now all under my control. Now, you will all pay the price." With that, she plunges the sharp piece of glass down, narrowly missing your face when you have the sense to dodge the blow, but you don't have much room to run with her pressing your body down with her own. Your hand latches on to her wrist, trying to stop her from attacking again while the other frantically searches the dagger you have hidden in your clothes.

Just as you are about to lose hope on finding it and about to receive a possibly fatal strike, a loud scream tears from her throat. She looks back and you see Jimin holding the handle of the dagger that you must have dropped in the earlier struggle, the end of it plunged into the Sea Witch's leg.

"Why you..." Changing targets, she turns around to release her wrath upon Jimin. It is a testament to her strength that the strong Prince is actually straining against her, the movements he has to make to avoid the flurry of swipes with the glass shard making it difficult for him to land any attack of his own.

You scramble to your wobbly feet, intending to help, but Jimin cautions you not to get any nearer. "Stay away! Let me handle this lunatic. I refuse to let her harm you or your family."

The Witch makes a swipe, aiming for Jimin's jugular, but he is too quick for her, leaning back to avoid it as he catches her wrist and plunging the dagger into her heart. An ear-splitting screech escapes her as she collapses. You feel a little sick, watching thick black liquid spurt from the wound instead of blood. All of a sudden the world comes back into focus, and you can hear screaming from the small crowd behind you.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, your knees buckle, but before your legs give way, Jimin catches you in his arms. Concerned mumbles fall from his lips as he looks you over, making sure that you are unharmed. You assure him that you are not, cupping his face, pale with shock in your hands so you can gaze into his eyes.

"Jimin," you whisper. There are so many things you want to say, yet you seem to be unable to utter anything other than his name.

"I can't believe that it was you all along," he breathes. In the back of your mind you can hear Grimsby trying to call for order and return the ship back to the docks, but for all you care, all that matters is this small bubble that you and Jimin are in. "The woman I fell in love with is the person who saved me from the shipwreck. What are the odds?" He laughs, making you soar with his confession.

"You love me?" You can hardly believe it. Jimin actually loves you. He loves you. To prove his point, he dips his head with a small smile. You only have a split second to see his dewy lips before it descends into yours. His kiss is sweet yet passionate, tender yet aggressive, loving yet possessive, and you want to drown in it forever. When he finally breaks the kiss to chase his breath, you can't help notice but the sun has set. The last rays of sunshine are slowly fading into night, and fear seeps into you. Did you make it in time?

The trip back to the castle is short. Everyone is worried about their Prince, confused about what just happened, but Jimin dismisses their concerns with a quick, truthful explanation before he takes you away from them. He is adamant on having some time alone with you, leading you back to his private stretch of beach.

It is well past midnight by now but neither of you feel like sleeping. Instead he makes you fill him in on the details, and you indulge him. Tales of your mermaid origin astonishes him, but he has no trouble believing you. The gentle ocean breeze soothes both your nerves as you explain to him the deal that you made with the Witch, and what your sisters have sacrificed in exchange for your life.

"Well, since she's dead now, the curse on your sisters should be released, shouldn't it?"

"It should be," you say, feeling confident about this, since the trade is only binding between your sisters and the Witch. What you are concerned with now is your own fate. Jimin's fingers, interlaced with yours tightens as he also ponders the question.

"So if I didn't kiss you, you will turn into sea foam when the sun rises?"

You nod, lips pressing into a grim line. The time is fast approaching. Night has passed by so quickly while you were strolling and talking to Jimin, and already the sky is becoming lighter with the promise of the encroaching morning.

Jimin stops in his tracks and steps in front of you, a determined look etched upon his handsome features. He never fails to take your breath away. "I'm sure that I kissed you before the sun set," he insists confidently. There is no doubt that the kiss you shared was the kiss of true love. You know in your heart that it was. "You have nothing to worry about."

Tears threaten to overflow as you nod, believing in him, yet the uncertainty is daunting and scares you out of your wits. He holds you close to him, a firm hand pressing onto the small of your back, unwilling to let you go and the other brushing your hair gently before resting against your cheek. Instinctively, you lean into his heated touch. When he brings you even closer, you eagerly oblige, closing the distance to share another kiss, one that is full of love, desperation, fear and hope. The warmth of the sun hits you but you ignore it, willing for time to stop.

Unfortunately, no matter how you wish for it, time goes on. However, when the kiss is reluctantly broken, the sun has risen, and here you are, still safe in his tight embrace. Your utter relief is mirrored upon Jimin's face, followed by giddy laughter as he lifts you by the waist and spins you around in joy. Overwhelming happiness such as this is something new to you; never could you have imagined that you can love so deeply and receive so much love in return that your heart feels like bursting with it all.

Before you get too dizzy, Jimin slowly drops you back to the ground. His grin stretches from ear to ear, and he swallows your elated laughter with another kiss. Your lips curl into a smile against his, eyes closed, surrendering yourself to this exquisite sensation that you can never get enough of.

Then suddenly, it all disappears. Without Jimin to keep you steady, you fall forward, almost hitting your office desk. You look around, panic filling you, trying to look for Jimin, Bang Sihyuk, anyone, but the only activity you can see is the screensaver playing on your monitor facing you.

What the hell?

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