Author notes at the end

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Taehyung unlocked the door of his grandmothers' house then eased his way inside as Prince slipped in behind him. He'd just started to push the door closed when his grandmother shouted out.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's only me, Grandma," he shouted back.

He made his way to her bedroom door, knocked to announce his presence then poked his head in. He found her lounging on her bed holding a half empty glass of wine and decked out in her usual frilled nightdress and robe ensemble. A set of curlers in her hair and a full face of eighties style glamour make up on. Her pampered pet poodle- Tata, was poised on top of his satin pillow beside her.

"Hi," Taehyung greeted with a smile and she gasped.

"Oh! For a moment there I thought you were your father!" she said regretfully and his smile faltered a little.

"Sorry to disappoint," Taehyung said, more subdued as he stepped into the room.

He walked over to the foot of her bed and sat down on the comforter. "Grandma, would you mind if I stayed the night ton-"

"You know, he'll come back someday," she interrupted tipsily, swinging her champagne flute around. "He'll just beam in without a word. You don't think he could be in Jeju? He always loved the beach."

Taehyung pursed his lips. "It's been eighteen years, Grandma," he said. "Somehow I think if he was going to come back, he would've by now."

She looked down her nose at him. "Don't be cheap, dear," she said sharply, and Taehyung pressed his lips together as she slowly swung her legs off the bed and stood; moving to her bedside table where there was an almost empty wine bottle.

"Would you like a glass of bubbly?" she offered but Taehyung declined.

She reached for the bottle anyway, but swivelled around when Tata spied Prince at the bedroom door and began yapping madly.

"What in God's name is that?" she asked, a hand over her heart and a look of disdain on her face as Prince ran over and jumped up to join Taehyung on the bed.

Taehyung scratched under his chin. "He's a stray I found."

"A stray?" She looked absolutely disgusted. "Well keep him away from Tata. He's probably riddled with fleas."

Taehyung didn't answer, just rolled his eyes discreetly and kept patting him. Prince had the prettiest coat he had ever seen on a canine. And according to the Pixies he was an actual prince.

If his grandmother knew that she would be singing a very different tune.

Tata started barking at Prince even louder but the bigger dog just sat there. Ignoring him as if he were no more than a fly.

She turned back around. "Why don't you come live with me?" she suggested as she refilled her glass. "I have connections. You could be something in society. Unlike that brother of yours, you have your fathers talents and looks and my, he was the most handsome man. He had so many prospects, so many eligible women lining up to be with him. Yet who did he end up with?"

Taehyung knew this script like the back of his hand.

"Mom," he mumbled, lowering his palm to smooth it over the bed cover.

At her mention, his grandmothers mouth pinched like she'd been sucking on lemons.

"Your mother," she spat, slamming the wine bottle back on the stand. "That black swan. Pretty and polluted. Passed on all her tainted genes to your brother, she did. Then discarded you both in the middle of the night like pieces of trash."

Taehyung squeezed the blanket in his hand. His anxiety starting to rise.

Out of all the crazy things that had happened tonight, how was it that this encounter was turning out to be the most stressful?

"Grandma, Dad took off as well remember? A whole year before Mom did," he pointed out but if she'd heard what he was saying, she didn't acknowledge it.

Instead she giggled, took a long sip of her wine and perched on the bed opposite him; changing the subject.

"All you need is a rich eligible bachelor," she tinkled. "A nice, quiet, obedient boy like you would have no problem finding someone to-"

Taehyung tuned the rest of her statement out, eyes falling to his lap as his brow creased into a frown.

Nice... Quiet... Obedient...

Is that how people saw him?

He released a long suffering sigh.

It had been a very long, strange day and he was quite over this conversation now.

Taehyung glanced up and his eyes landed on Tata- still yapping, but then widened when he saw Prince look at him, then raise a paw and thump the poodle on the head- knocking him out cold.

His grandmother stopped chattering, turning to look at Tata in confusion as Prince leapt off the bed.

"Tata, my precious, are you all right? " she asked and Taehyung forced a gasp and sprang up.

"Wowie, look at the time. We're gonna go to bed now. Goodnight, Grandma," he said quickly, then turned around and fast walked out the door.

Prince bolted out after him and as they made their way to the guest room Taehyung darted a small smile his way.

"Thanks," he said softly, and Prince- looking supremely satisfied with himself, wagged his tail and puffed out his chest as if to say "You're welcome"

Jungkook's strides were long and single-minded as he stormed along the street.

The early birds were twittering in his ears and the just risen sun warmed his skin but he could enjoy none of it.

Ever since he had seen the ethereal being that was Kim Taehyung, Jungkook had been on edge. He'd tried to preoccupy himself, to keep his focus on the Prince, but as the moon made itself scarce and the sun came up his mind kept wandering back. Lingering on thoughts of smooth tanned skin and boxy smiles.

Jungkook cast a glance over himself and his new outfit.

During the wee hours he'd wandered into a place he'd seen filled with clothes, planning to steal something to replace his prison garbs but as soon as he'd entered he'd been surrounded by shop girls- Tzuyu, Nayeon and Sana; all vying to help him.

And when he'd revealed he wanted to dress up for a boy they'd all erupted in "Awwws" and were only too happy to assist. Putting him in what they referred to as 'ripped skinny jeans' a 'semi-fitted black tee' and 'checkered over shirt'

"Casual but smexy," Nayeon called it with a wink while Tzuyu ran a comb through his long hair, styling and soothing it back into waves.

They'd even given him a pair of boots to complete the look, and when he'd told them he didn't have any money to pay they'd just pushed him out the door and cheered.

"We'll pay for it!" Tzuyu had yelled as Sana shooed him away.

"If we can't have your hot ass someone else might as well!"

"Go get that dick!" Nayeon had encouraged.

And that's exactly what Jungkook planned to do.

Right after he'd captured the Prince and fulfilled his duty, of course.

Feeling quite eager he quickened his steps. Practically jogging before his nose told him to stop.

Right in front of a small standalone apartment building.

At this point, he didn't need to even check slip of paper Taehyung's brother had given him. He knew he was in there. His scent leaked out of every crack of the brick walls.

He bounded up the stairs two at a time, took a moment to straighten up and check his smile in one of the door windows. Then, assured of his handsomeness, he knocked.

After a couple of minutes the door opened slightly and an old woman peered through the gap. Her face was smeared unattractively with bright colours and she reeked of stale wine. Jungkook covered up his disgust with a feigned look of surprise.

"There must be a mistake," he said, turning slightly as if to leave. "I'm sorry for disturbing you. I was looking for Taehyung's grandmother."

The woman frowned slightly. "I am she."

His smile grew as he turned back. "It cannot be!" He leaned an arm on the door frame. "Taehyung's sister, perhaps, a young mother, but his grandmother? I don't believe it."

She opened the door a bit more and touched her face, blushing. "Oh, well, I do have quite a good skin routine..." she commented and Jungkook nodded, trying to peer into the house.

"May I come in?" he asked, taking a step forward but she held a wrinkled hand up to stop him.

Jungkook bit his tongue and looked away in frustration. This woman was the only thing standing in the way of him and his prize.

The Prince... Yes, that's who he was thinking of...

"Who are you?" she questioned and Jungkook looked back at her and squared his shoulders with confidence.

"I'm Taehyung's suitor," Jungkook replied. "His betrothed."

The woman's mouth fell open. "Betrothed? But Taehyung's said nothing to me about having a fiancé."

Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. "How like him," he chuckled. "He's so modest. Most people would brag about dating the heir to an enormous fortune but not my Taehyung."

At the mention of wealth, the woman's eyes lit up and she swung the door right open. "You're rich?" She quickly petted her hair and shuffled to the side. "Do come in. Taehyung's not awake yet but lets get better acquainted while you wait."

Jungkook silently thanked Taehyung's brother for the valuable tip he'd provided and slipped inside, before kicking the door closed behind him.

"Yes. Let's," he growled.

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Quiz - Did you catch the song reference?

Sana, Tzuyu and Nayeon (Twice) - The charitable store girls

Next chapter will be about Namjoon but Taekook moments are otw!

Any questions? Feel free!

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Summary for the the title fairytale...

Grandmother ~ Hans Christian Andersen

Grandmother is so old, she has so many wrinkles, and her hair is quite white; but her eyes! they shine like two stars, nay, they are much finer--they are so mild, so blissful to look into. And then she knows the most amusing stories, and she has a gown with large, large flowers on it, and it is of such thick silk that it actually rustles. Grandmother knows so much, for she has lived long before father and mother--that is quite sure. Grandmother has a psalm-book with thick silver clasps, and in that book she often reads. In the middle of it lies a rose, which is quite flat and dry; but it is not so pretty as the roses she has in the glass, yet she smiles the kindliest to it, nay, even tears come into her eyes! She sat in the arm-chair, and told a long, long, sweet story. "And now it is ended!" said she, "and I am quite tired: let me now sleep a little!" And so she laid her head back to rest. She drew her breath, she slept, but it became more and more still; and her face was so full of peace and happiness--it was as if the sun's rays passed over it. She smiled, and then they said that she was dead. She was laid in the black coffin; she lay swathed in the white linen: she was so pretty, and yet the eyes were closed--but all the wrinkles were gone. She lay with a smile around her mouth: her hair was so silvery white, so venerable, one was not at all afraid to look on the dead, for it was the sweet, benign grandmother. And the psalm-book was laid in the coffin under her head (she herself had requested it), and the rose lay in the old book--and then they buried grandmother. There is earth over the coffin, there is earth within it; the psalm-book with its leaves is dust the rose with all its recollections has gone to dust. But above it bloom new roses, above is sings the nightingale, and the organ plays:--we think of the old grandmother with the mild, eternally young eyes. Eyes can never die! Ours shall once again see her young, and beautiful, as when she for the first time kissed the fresh red rose which is now dust in the grave.

|Named for Taehyung and Namjoon's grandmother|