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"Wow." A soft breath escaped Kara's lips. "This is a lot bigger than I expected."

"That's what she said—Ow!" Jimin held his stomach after Kara harshly elbowed him.

"You know Jimin?" Kara pulled him closer as they walked, and whispered into his ear. "I bet it's the complete opposite for you." She glanced down at his crotch and gave him an amused look.

"Kara, I will roundhouse kick you through that wall if you don't shut your mouth." He warned, but Kara just continued to giggle.

"Such vulgar language to use at the Buckingham Palace, isn't it?" She raised her brow.

"You don't have to worry about me Kara. I brought my translation book with me." He held the book up, making Kara roll her eyes.

"You don't need that." She tried to snatch it from his hands, but he quickly pulled away.

"You're just jealous because I'm gonna impress the Queen of England." Jimin crossed his arms.

"Oh really?" She rolled her eyes.

"This, my guests, is the Orangery." The man said with just the right amount of enthusiasm.

"Thanks bro, I'm so thirsty. Do you know how many stairs I just had to walk?" Jimin extended his hand, receiving blank stares.

"Jimin." Namjoon mumbled under his breath. "He said Orangery, not Orange Juice."

"Oh." Jimin whispered, before looking up at the confused faces. He peaked at his book, before clearing his throat. "I'm plastered Chav to be here!"

The man's jaw dropped, along with the other staff members. Jimin stood by Namjoon as he leaned closer. "I have a terrible feeling I said something I wasn't supposed to say."

"Give me that book!" He grabbed it from Jimin's tiny hands. "You just called yourself intoxicated white trash!" Namjoon managed to whisper and shout at the same time.

"Oh shit." Jimin ran his fingers through his dark hair. "How do I tell them I'm sober Korean treasure?"

"Just keep quiet." Namjoon pulled him by his arm. "I apologize. My friend here likes to crack up jokes at the wrong time." He muttered the last two words between his teeth.

"That's alright." The man laughed, surprising them both. "Come this way." He lead them to the doors, before turning around.

"You're about to meet Queen Elizabeth. Please be courteous and respectful at all times." He warned them. "Alright, you may enter."

None of them took a step forward.

"A-Are you alright?" The man looked at all three of them with concern.

"Yeah." Jimin casually nodded. "I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Take a deep breath." He came around to Namjoon and Kara. "Everything will go smoothly, maybe not for you." He glanced at Jimin.

Jimin smacked his lips. "Wow."

"Here goes nothing." Namjoon let out a deep breath before going inside.

"Why do I feel like I'm about to enter a battle field or something? Jimin nervously tugged at his hair.

Kara harshly lowered his hand, and grabbed both his shoulders. "You're not a screw up Jimin. You can do this. I know you can, because I managed to get you to like me."

"Well I thought it was the other way around, but thanks babe." He leaned in for a kiss, meeting her lips in the middle.

"Sir and Madame." He interrupted. "I know you just got engaged last night, and you must be eager to do that." He pointed in reference to the kiss. "But now is not the time and place."

"Sorry." Kara and Jimin both quickly apologized, before holding each other's hands. "Let's do this."

The walked through the doors, looking around to spot the Queen. Jimin's eyes widened as he saw the prince from behind. "Kara." He whispered as the walked.

"What?"

"I think that's prince Charles." He nodded his head towards the side, and Kara gasped. "Let's go greet him!" They both made their way over to where the man stood.

"Hi, we're so happy to meet you." Kara brought her hands together as she brightly smiled.

"Wha-" Namjoon turned around with half a bagel in his mouth.

"Namjoon, why the fuck are you wearing a crown?"

"The Queen had to excuse herself, so in return they let me wear this." Namjoon pointed up, getting some cream cheese on his nose.

"Where'd you get the bagel?" Jimin asked with suspicious, yet devious eyes.

"Nowhere." Namjoon slowly back away.

"Give me that bagel." Jimin warned him.

"Guys." Kara tried to intervene.

"No, it's mine!" Namjoon yelled, before dashing across the place. Jimin let out a warrior scream as he chased after him in the empty room.

"Oh no." Kara lowered her head, before looking up with a sigh. "Just give him a quarter of the bagel!"

"I'm wearing the crown you peasant." Namjoon furrowed his brows. "Not you Kara, I love you."

"Thanks." She rolled her eyes.

The door suddenly opened, and Namjoon's bagel slipped out of his hand and dropped onto the clean floor.

"It's a pleasure to meet y—"

"That's not the Queen." Kara pulled Jimin's hand down.

The woman stepped into the room, before standing in her place. "The Queen had an event to go to. She will be joining you all at the ball this evening. You'll settle in your rooms, until promptly six."

"Take care." She handed Namjoon the key to their room. "Your butler will show you to your room."

"Thank you." Namjoon bowed, before walking along with the rest.

"Wow, to think that we were about to meet the actual Queen." Jimin ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah." Kara nodded. "That's if you actually knew what the Queen looked like!"

"Okay Kara! She could've dyed her hair a different color! She could've gained a hell of a lot of weight too, so don't judge me!" He yelled.

Kara quickly covered his mouth with her hand. "I think you have a serious problem with speaking loudly while we're in public!" She scolded, with a surprisingly quiet voice.

Jimin held up his pointer finger, before looking through his translation book again. He cleared his throat and spoke with confidence. "Arse over tit—wait that's not right.."

"Give me that!" Kara snatched it from his hand and threw it into a trash can.

"That's a waste of paper." Jimin crossed his arms.

"And you're a waste of space." Kara gave him a fake smile.

"You know what Kara." Jimin seductively bit his lip as he looked her up and down. "All this dirty talk is making me horny."

"Well excuse me for not thinking that calling you a waste of space would make you feel sexually attracted to me." Kara rolled her eyes.

"You brought the stuff?" Jimin softly asked.

"Yeah." Kara's lips rose into a smile.

"This is your room." The Butler unlocked it with the key Namjoon held onto, and lead everyone inside their luxurious guest room. "The kitchen is filled with food, the closet with clothes, the bathroom with toilet paper, you get me?"

"Yes sir." Jimin assertively nodded, before reaching into his pocket. "Here's a hundred dollar tip for your service."

"Glad to help." The man said, before walking down the hall.

Jimin shut the door behind him, and slowly turned around. Namjoon and Kara both stared at him like he strangled someone.

"Okay, I'm hot. I know." Jimin rolled his eyes.

Kara raised her brow.

"No, seriously." Jimin frowned. "Why the hell are you two staring at me?"

"Should we even start?" Namjoon crossed his arms.

"Oh come on!" Jimin groaned. "I haven't even done anything that bad."

"Falling in front of all the soldiers, telling the whole Buckingham Palace that you're intoxicated white trash, chasing me for a royal bagel, calling a random lady the Queen. I mean, I could go on and on, but Jesus, that would take a long time." Namjoon shook his head with disappointment.

"What shit in your cereal this morning?" Jimin scoffed, before pushing past both of them. "I'm gonna take a shower, give myself a wanker, and then nap for a long long time." He announced. "Do not disturb me, or there will be harsh consequences!"

"What's a wanker?" Namjoon raised his brow, and Kara just sighed.

"Oh.." Namjoon pursed his lips together. "Well, I'm gonna take the room over there, and sleep for an hour or two. I'll set my alarm for five, so that we don't over sleep. You remember, we have a ball to go to, right?"

"Yes, I remember." Kara aggravatingly responded.

"Well then go tell your boyfriend." Namjoon said, before quickly running into his room so that Kara wouldn't beat him up.

Kara walked into an empty room, noticing that there were four of them. She dropped onto the bed, so that she faced the ceiling. Her eyes were closed as she let out a deep breath of air. She felt exhausted, like she hasn't slept or rested for week. Kara pressed her face into the soft pillows, enjoying the comforting feeling she hasn't had in a long time. Her fingers curled around the covers, holding them close to her body.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I most certainly am." Kara mumbled against the warm blankets, her eyes still closed.

"So you don't mind that I'm naked right now?"

"W-What?!" Kara's eye's shot open. She loudly groaned, before throwing a pillow at him. "You're so irritating!"

"Oh I see." Jimin amusingly smirked. "So you're mad because you wanted me to be naked."

"Not at all." Kara frowned. "I'm mad because you interrupted my sleep. Do you know how good this bed feels right now?"

"And, do you how good I can make you feel right now?" Jimin licked his lips.

"N—

"I can't give you the answer." Jimin interrupted her as he climbed onto the bed. "—but I can show you how to get it."

He grabbed Kara's face in his hands and roughly pressed his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around Jimin's neck for support, as he kissed her with aggression. He pulled away from her lips, both of them now panting. Jimin lifted his shirt off his head and threw it to the floor. He did the same to Kara, and her eyes went wide.

Kara covered her chest, as her jaw dropped.

"Oh please." Jimin scoffed. "I've seen those like ten times already." He grabbed her hands and pulled them to her side. Kara gulped as he glanced down at her, making her feel uneasy. Jimin lowered himself as he left wet kisses all over her body. He stopped when he reached her belly button, and looked up at Kara for approval.

Kara looked into Jimin's eyes, and could swear she felt her heart skip a beat. She slightly nodded her head, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Good girl."