BE SAFE, JUNGKOOK!!!
7:05 pm

I reached and i know you are awake...
no need to reply, noona, just sleep well.

And dream of me ;)
-recieved

He sighed once before locking his phone and pushing it inside his pocket. He had surfaced on the airport a few minutes ago, and was waiting for someone to pick him up. Ofcourse someone would be appointed to do so, he can't take a cab to his house, not when he had no relations with the Royals for the world.

Just as he thought so, he spotted a black car nearing him and stopping right in front of him. Out came a man dressed in black, immediately bowing down and lifting up Jungkook's luggage and walking away.

Then came the man Jungkook had despised the most. Lee, the one who had known everything besides Jimin because Jungkook trusted him. And the snitch betrayed him, the very moment Jungkook was about to talk to his parents about him and Inaya. His eyes fired up with rage, his knuckles became white as he fisted them in balls. He gritted his teeth so hard, but no one would notice that behind his mask and the anger motile in his eyes would be hidden by his cap.

"How was flight, Jungkookie?" The smile playing on the devilish lips made Jungkook scoff before he nodded in response.

"Won't talk to me? You know it well, Jungkook, it was for your good." The man paced close to Jungkook, patting on his back and gesturing him to move forward.
"Girls like her are just for playing, don't get too attached with her. What was her name? Uh... Inaya! Right!"

"Keep her name out of your mouth, you filth!" Jungkook growled, a roar of anger audible in his tone. He sat inside the car, that took more than eternity to move, which only motivated the third presence to criticize more.

"Jungkook, that's not how a prince should behave. What will your mother-"

Jungkook's phone rang, and without hesitating he picked it up. His eyes softened when he heard Inaya, his clumsy lover, speak from the other side that how she was thinking, by which she meant worrying, if he had reached safely and that his message had made her happy, and that meant relieved. She did not hang the call before mumbling the three words to him in her sleepy voice, and Jungkook was glad that she was fine. And that the car had finally started off.

Lee didn't continue, he kept on throwing few glances in the back seat towards Jungkook, just to make sure that he wasn't up to anything. While Jungkook, he just watched his city. The new-old outlook of the place he was born in.

The place didn't change but the vibe was different. It didn't feel like the same happy home to him, it felt like some lonely graveyard that was lit up just for show. But deep down he knew, it was so just because she was not with him, that she will not be with him, that she can not be with him.

Still... I'll fight.

--×--

The first person to greet him, when he reached the palace, was his another ray of life, his sister, Hae. The girl had come jumping and running to his brother and thrown her weight completely on him, once approached.

Jungkook, who carried her form happily, spun with joy as he petted her hair.

"I missed you." He murmured, looking at her once they parted and smiled brilliantly and the brightest he would in that place.

"Me too!" Hae was much more excited than he was, she was jumping all along as she pulled him with herself. "Do you even realise?" She turned to look at him, but he shook his head.

"Come on, oppa, Grandpa was so angry at you! He was shouting so loud that I couldn't concentrate on my game and the old man says patience is the key, funny he lost his own." She chuckled, still pulling him to what he assumed was her room.

"Mom said she'll meet you later, she is busy with something and appa isn't home today, he had to go for a meet with I don't know who, but someone." She shrugged and Jungkook nodded, finally reaching the threshold of her room and being pulled for the last time.

"Unpleasant, isn't it?" Jungkook laughed at her weird expression then laughed even harder after looking at the walls.

"Since when did you start liking pink?" He laughed, knowing how badly she hated the fact that being a girl meant being associated with the colour pink, even if the colour was fine the rule wasn't.

"According to our beloved," She did the air sign thing, "Grandpa, girls like me shall obey by his words and live with colours of his choice, which was pink. And the poor green was pushed out of my story." Her fake cry made him giggle before he joined her moment of pain in the most dramatic way ever.

"Why doesn't he understand that green is the colour for me?" She threw her hands up in the air, totally disgusted by the fact that her family won't even let her choose a favourite colour but then she pitied on Jungkook, wondering what all had or would happen to him.

After what felt like an hour of chattering, but was only minutes, when Jungkook exited Hae's room, he heard her shout a sweet night to him which he replied with the same enthusiasm and then walked away to climb up the staircase. He was confused, if he should meet him or not, not because he didn't want to rather he felt anger boiling in him again.

Finally standing infront of the mahogany door he contemplated before knocking twice. He heard a weak voice permit him and he entered.

"Jungkook!" The voice was weak, but the look was cunning, sly, something Jungkook was well aware of; the games, the facades.

"Grandfather," Jungkook bent down in respect, knowingly keeping his voice low. His grandfather gave him a nod, as Jungkook moved further in the room and sat on the couch placed in there.

"Good to know that you are obeying by my words. That's exactly what you should do, son. Now, tell me, what are you here for?" Was he even ready? It had to be done, today or tomorrow, it didn't matter when.

"I-" Jungkook started but got cut off.

"If it is about that girl, you can leave. I stayed awake just so I could welcome you but felt exhausted to come to you and it'll be more exhausting if you start talking about things, people I mean, that aren't worth."

Why was he like this? Why didn't he, atleast, try to listen to him or just let him speak? Why couldn't he let Jungkook surface his feelings? His behaviour made Jungkook feel dead, worthless he'd say. And the ignorance had started rotting him from inside.

He got up, looked at his grandfather's laying state once more, sighed and left the room. There was no use of wishing him a good night if he won't reply, which Jungkook believed that he wouldn't.

He kept on walking, down the stairs, towards the opposite corridor and straight past few rooms that were all for different undefined purposes and finally pushed open the door to his room. Similar to what he left back years ago, but a little bit more tidy than he had expected. The grey colour of the room satisfied him for an odd reason and he walked towards the bathroom.

A quick warm shower was the first thing he needed after returning but the delay had been too long, so why not add more to it? He sat down on the white marble, humming on the sensation of coolness once he rested his hand on it. And he just stayed there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, looking at nothing, just reminiscing and preparing himself for the upcoming events.

"I already want you back in my arms, noona..." He whispered in an inaudible voice, which left his tongue with the least vibrations produced in his throat.

His head sunk back to rest on the wall, his legs stretched out lazily and he breathed a heavy sigh before falling in a deep slumber, that he didn't realise he had been ruining for the past few days by overthinking.

--×--

"Ready with your lines, Inaya?" Namjoon glanced at her as their flight landed in the unknown city, which was about to be familiar, Busan.

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A/n

Done with tests, FINALLLLLLYYYYYY. I almost fainted in the process.

Be ready for few, by few i mean two more, frequent updates. Next on 30th.

Anyways people, a tip for today!
- you can't be the reason behind everything bad that happens to you, sometimes it's just the situation or condition. But that doesn't mean that you are going to look down on yourself. Stay strong, people. Not all the days are good, but not all are bad and in the end the sun rises every morning :)

Be the best of you!