The Prince finished every last bite of his lunch plate, wiping the corners of his mouth with the now dirty napkin which he purposefully made look gross so Hoseok and Yoongi could be disgusted, grinning at the evil thought.

"Son, we have something we want to discuss with you."

Jungkook was just about to get up to head back to his room until his father stopped him with the sentence which caused anxiety to rush up through his veins as he sat back down with a bothered look. 

"Did Namjoon break the chandelier again?" The young Prince asked with an unamused expression, both of his parents sighed. "No Jungkook. Actually we wanted to ask you if-" The Queen stopped mid-sentence because she knew how her son would react to her saying this.

Jungkook only impatiently waited for the woman to finish her sentence, raising his eyebrow in the process. 

"Well since your grandparents birthdays are coming up within the month, me and your father thought it'd be a good year to bid them goodbye and dispose of their ashes." The boy's mother hopefully questioned, her hopeful smile turning into a frown once she saw Jungkook's expression drop.

"Are you serious?" The Prince chuckled. He couldn't believe his parents brought up the mention of his deceased grandparents again because he knew they knew how mad and frustrated that made him. "We know you don't ever want to let go of them, but we are going to have to someda-"

"Then have someone do it when I'm dead." The youngest cut off as he stood up from his chair with anger running through his veins. His grandparents both died when Jungkook had just turned 12, he loved them so much which is why he kept their ashes in an urn which he left under his bed. 

Both the King and Queen sighed to each other before continuing to eat their meals. "He's never going to let us honey." The man stated while looking at his wife. "I know."

Jungkook stormed off around the corner. Whenever the Prince was in a bad or angry mood, the gym is where he'd always go. Mainly to 'punch his anger away' which really only made him more angry. 

"Hey Jungkook! Where are you.." Namjoon stopped mid sentence once the said male walked right past him. "Why's he in such a bad mood." Jin questioned the younger who he was walking with, it was his break so he had nothing better to do.

"I don't know. It's not uncommon for him to be mad."

The Prince stormed around the corner once again and finally opened up the doors to the gym, closing them behind him as he made his way over to pick up his boxing gloves. He didn't even notice that Taehyung was there trying to shoot baskets.

"Prince Jungkook?" The elder questioned once he saw the said male wrapping his hands up in gloves. Jungkook's drove his eyes upwards and frowned once he saw Taehyung with a basketball in his hands.

"What are you doing here." The younger asked as he stood himself in front of the punching bag. "You told me I could come in here.." 

Taehyung awkwardly fidgeted with the ball in his hands, debating on whether he should leave or not. "I can leave if you wan-"

"I don't care." The dark haired prince stated as he began to beat up the bag like it was his greatest enemy. The older was quite startled by the amount of strength in Jungkook's arms. 

None the less, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders as he began to continue shooting baskets. He hasn't even made one yet because there was barely any strength in his arms but he wasn't one to give up. He'd keep trying until he made one.

As the prince was throwing hooks left and right on the bag, his eyes never went away from Taehyung who was helplessly throwing the ball into the air. Jungkook rolled his eyes as he began to take off the gloves.

"Get over here."

The older raised his eyebrows, being intimated by the amount of anger in Jungkook's voice but there was no way he could disobey. So Taehyung dropped the ball to the ground and headed over to the prince. 

"Put these on, you need to strengthen your arms if you ever want to make a basket." The younger told as he handed the worker his sweaty gloves. Taehyung was quite disgusted on how much sweat was in the gloves but again, he didn't disobey.

Once the older had the gloves on, he looked at Jungkook while waiting for him to tell him to do something. He said nothing so Taehyung thought he should just throw punches at the bag which he ended up doing.

The prince almost, almost broke out into a smile as he watched the older cutely punching the bag with all of his strength which wasn't a lot. But he managed to keep his cold expression on his face, remembering why he was here in the first place.

"Have you ever punched a bag before?"

"Nope."

After about five more punches, Taehyung leaned his head against the bag in exhaustion. Working out wasn't really his thing so his stamina wasn't too high.

"You good?" The younger questioned, examining the black haired males now sweaty face. The older was again wearing what Jungkook had told him to wear, because the outfits the Palace made workers wear were disgusting in his opinion.

Taehyung nodded with heavy breathing, eventually ripping his head away from the object and taking the gloves off. He slid down the bag and sat down onto the floor. "Will I be able to shoot a basket now?"

The Prince chuckled to himself, forgetting why he was mad for a minute as he stared down at the older who was tired out.

"You might need to do that a few more times."

Jungkook picked up the gloves that Taehyung dropped onto the ground and walked back over to the crate they were originally in. "Why do you care so much anyways?"

"I've always wanted to be good at basketball, it's my dream to be on a team."

"It's pretty lame to be honest." The Prince lazily responded, walking back over to the male who had just stood up. "It's not lame.."

The younger male shrugged, sitting down onto the floor and whipping out his phone. It annoyed Taehyung on how much Jungkook was on his phone. 

"Is something wrong? You seemed really mad when you walked in.."

The Prince completely forgot why he was mad until Taehyung had to bring it up again, causing his frown to return back to his face. His eyes looked up from his phone to the youngers eyes.

"I wasn't mad." Jungkook responded, looking back down at his phone which he wasn't even doing anything on. "Are you sure? Because you-"

"Just shut the fuck up Taehyung." The younger boomed, turning his phone off and standing up to walk out of the gym. He was starting to have a good time until the said male wouldn't shut up about it. 

Taehyung widened his eyes once the younger cussed at him, a pout forming onto his lips as he watched the Prince walked towards the door of the gym. "I was just worried.." He whispered, hoping Jungkook would hear even though what he said was almost inaudible.

He didn't realize how short tempered the Prince was until now, it only saddened him because he thought they were almost able to call each other friends since Jungkook wanted to help him get better at his favorite sport. So he thought.

The black haired didn't grow up with many friends. He was beginning to consider Jimin and Jin his friends, he didn't grow too close with Hoseok and Yoongi since those two really only talked to each other. 

He could feel a small connection growing between him and the Prince, which he had to ruined because of his 'nosey mouth' so he called it.

-

"Where the hell is Taehyung?" Jin questioned the three other males who were hurrying to put on their aprons. "Why would we know?"

"Does he even know he's late?" Yoongi questioned. It was time to start preparing dinner, and Taehyung was greatly needed since he was the one to make Prince Jungkook's food.

"I don't know, but if he doesn't show up within the next five minutes Jin will have to make Jungkook's food again."

"Oh hell no, he hates what I make him." Jin commented putting his hands up in defense. Yoongi shrugged before Hoseok poked his butt causing the older to whip his head around to face him. "What the fuck was that?" Hoseok smiled to himself as he began to walk away from the older.

About forty minutes later, Jimin was walking out of the kitchen with the plate of food in his arms. He was slyly smirking to himself because he knew Jin made Jungkook's plate once again and he knew how much the Prince hated Jin's food.

"Thank you Park Jimin." The Queen thanked, her husband following as they began to cut pieces of the food. 

"I hope you enjoy your food you wrinkly gremlin." Jimin whispered to the Prince, laying his plate in front of him causing Jungkook to furrow his eyebrows at the older who began walking away.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, staring at the food which smelled a bit more strange than it has for the past five days. None the less, he cut a piece of the seemingly undercooked steak and plopped it into his mouth. He almost gagged once he tasted the meat.

"What the fuck is this!"

"Language Jungkook!"

-

Taehyung heavily breathed out as he stared at the basketball that was on the ground. He had been trying to make a shot for hours again which he still hasn't accomplished. It was beginning to annoy him so much because he couldn't even make one when he was standing almost right below the hoop.

Deciding to give up for the day, the black haired male dropped the ball to the ground and opened up his phone to check the time.

"7:39"

"Oh shit." Taehyung mumbled to himself. He lost so much track of time trying to get the damn basketball in the hoop he didn't even realize he still had to make dinner for Jungkook. The male quickly ran outside of the gym and towards the kitchen, not looking behind him.

Once Taehyung was in the kitchen Jin, Hoseok, Jimin, and Yoongi were all death glaring him making the younger of the four gulp. 

"Where were you?" Jin questioned. "I had to make Jungkook food again because you weren't here."

"I uh.. I lost track of time.." He mumbled to himself, feeling guilty once all of the eyes were disappointingly deadpanning him. Well, besides Jimin who had a satisfied look on his face. He was feeling even more anxious now, because now the friends he almost had made were all mad at him. He didn't know if Jimin was mad or not but Jin definitely was and so was Yoongi and Hoseok.

Everyone's attention was turned towards the entrance of the kitchen once Namjoon cleared his throat.

"Taehyung, Jungkook wants you in his room again."

lol sry I haven't been updating recently, writers block 😍

also how are you guys enjoying this so far? I hope you are :)