THE FOLLOWING DAY...

Jungkook was sobbing as he watched the movie with yoongi and taehyung.

"H-he's an asshole... s-he won't fuqin' r-remember him b-because he didn't write his f-fuqin' name. He could've wrote the 'i love you' and his name but no!! He just chose to wri–!!!"

"Jungkook it's just a movie. Stop getting emotional." Yoongi rolled his eyes, as he reached for the grapes on the table before them.

"The boy's just lovesick. Don't mind him." Taehyung whispered to yoongi. He just smiled.

When out if the blue, the doorbell rang. I went to get it right when taehyung was about to.

"Stay. I'll get it"

I opened the door, only to be greeted by two men, probably in their twenties, dressed all fancy but in different styles. One had natural brown hair, while the other was shiny silver. One cleared their throat, before speaking.

"Sorry for the intruding, but we're the royal min family's guards.." I flinched at the mention of it, but had my poker face on.

"... Our master claimed that the prince is not dead, and that we should examine every home there is" I gulped, and the silver-haired whispered to my ear

"Look we know he's dead and all, it's just that we don't want to lose our job. We're kind of forced to, y'know?" I nodded, hoping from the bottom of my heart that yoongi hid somewhere.

"Now.. please forgive us but..." They shoved the door open, searching in the house. Their eyes landed on the living room, where only taehyung and an emotional jungkook sat, looking at them weirdly.

Wait. Where's yoongi??! I thought.

The guards looked at them, before turning to their next destination, the kitchen. Once they were gone, taehyung instantly ran over to me, asking me about what's happening.

"Look it's fuqing complicated. Just where is yoongi?!!" I whisper-yelled, holding taehyung by the shoulders.

"He said something about guards and ran insi– WAIT! Don't tell me the mins' guards are here!!" taehyung replied in the same tone as me.

"Apparently they are. Go tell seokjin, Now." I ordered. He nodded and and walked unsuspiciously to my room, where seokjin was.

My eyes darted to jungkook, who was still in tears, but it was rather from worry than the movie. My first instinct was to hug the frail boy and pat his hair assuredly.

"I-is hy-hyung go–" he choked on silent sobs.

"Jungkook, don't cry. He's not gonna go. Now go wash your face before anybody becomes suspicious" he nodded ever so slightly and walked to the bathroom.

At that moment, seokjin came out and immediately held me by my shoulders.

"Where is he?!" He whisper-yelled, and expression of worry.

"probably hiding.." I whispered back.

"Well in that case, if they don't find him then that's good, but if they do..." I gulped at the thought. "I'll be getting a gun with taehyung" my eyes went wide at the thought of shooting. I was too afraid seeing someone die. Seokjin immediately noticed my reaction and patted my head.

"Look it's okay, we'll be in the storage room where the guns are. You stay here and tell us if they found him" I nodded shakily.

And so, they stormed off.

I looked at the guards who were now on their way to my room. They went in, and out in a minute or two. Then what remained was yoongi's. They went in, but stayed there.

MEANWHILE, IN THE ROOM.

"This house is pretty cute, don't you think?" One guard said, as he proceeded to plop on yoongi's small white bed with the black sheets.

"Yeah it's pretty cozy. I bet the prince would LOVE something like this" the other said, a small smile on his face.

"Say, Do we seriously have to search?"

"Nah he's not here, I'm sure of it. told you he's dead" one said sadly.

The other sighed, running a hand in his hair.

"To be honest here seok, I wouldn't take him back if he was alive"

"Hm?" The other hummed.

"If he ever wanted to stay, why did he run away in the first place?"

"For once, you actually have a point park. I've been with him since childhood, I know him too well. He doesn't like that life AT ALL, Yet he was forced to"

"True that." the silver haired said.

The brunette sighed, staring longingly at his feet.

"I really wish he was alive. He may have been bitchy since he lost the piano or whatever, but don't forget that he saved you... And he was my friend too"

Little did they know, ears were there to listen. The prince clutched onto his knees harder, as he sat in the closet, hiding. He hesitated on exposing himself.

"Heh, do you remember when he was staring at the chef once because he wanted to cook? The chef was too uncomfortable he almost cut his fingers instead" he chuckled, remembering the past.

"Haha yeah, the prince is so awkward and nervous to ask him. Communicating wasn't one of his specialties indeed" the other chuckled lightly as well.

"I guess, it does take a person with problems to understand one"

"...yeah" their tone of voice changed, guilt and sadness.

"Bogo.. bogo sipda (I miss you)" they were feeling regret, sadness, nostalgia and alot more.

Right then, a wave of pain and guilt hit the prince. He was distant with them, yet they felt this close with him. They wanted him back, but not that way. They truly wished him happiness.

Gulping down the lump in his throat, the prince gathered enough courage to step out and reveal himself, which he did. At that moment, both their eyes darted to him. They were confused about his identity for a second, but sure enough, they recognized the boy wearing baggy shorts and a plain shirt.

"Do you.. promise me?" The prince spoke ever so quietly, feeling awkward. They were still in too much shock to say anything.

"Do you promise me you won't take me back, hoseok? Jimin?" The moment he said their names, they attacked him in a tight hug.

"PRINCE YOONGI!!" they both yelled.

"Yeah.. I missed you too guys" yoongi said calmly, but not returning the hug. "But uh.. I don't like touching" he continued. They both laughed, finally letting go of him.

Just when he was about to speak, the door bust open revealing the rest with guns, pointing at the guards. The guards both took out the guns, pointing back by instinct.

As if on cue, yoongi stood between them, facing the guards with arms wide open in defence.

"Yoongi, get out of the fuqing wa–"

"Excuse us, but you're the one who needs to back the fuq up, thick brows" jimin interrupted.

"And who the fuq are you exactly, shorti–"

"LOWER YOUR FUQING GUNS!! ALL OF YOU!!" yoongi yelled, making all flinch and lower them.

"Since when do you cur–?"

"Not now, seok." Yoongi interrupted. He lowered his arms and rubbed his temples, annoyed.

"Look, I'm gonna make things clear here, so please understand: there are no enemies here. None, nada. Hyung, those guards are my friends and they won't take me back. Hoseok, those are my friends whom I live with, please respect that"

They all looked shocked and confused at the same time.

"Yoongi, I don't trust those fuqers" seokjin said in gritted teeth. Yoongi ignored seokjin and turned to hoseok and jimin.

"promise me.. that you won't take me back" Hoseok smiled at him, before trapping him in yet another hug.

"We promise. Why would we anyways? So that we can see you suffer all over again, no way!" Hoseok joked.

hoseok looked from behind yoongi, to see that 'what the fuq is happening?' face on seokjin.

"Now.." hoseok growled, holding yoongi in a firm grip with one arm, while he pointed the gun with the other towards them again. ".. what were you using him for?" He spat at them, while yoongi was struggling to get out of that grip.

"Hoseok..drop the..gun " yoongi struggled on saying due to the tight grip, but none listened.

"HOSEOK I SAID DROP THE GUN AND THAT'S AN ORDER!!!" and with that, hoseok immediately obeyed. As if some lightning bolt struck him, he regained his self, letting go of the prince.

"I guess..I have some long explaining to do"

. . . . . . . . . .

"So you mean to tell me, they took care of you the last month and the girl saved you from the fire?" Jimin spoke, confirming what he understood. Yoongi nodded.

"And you mean to tell me, those are your friends since childhood, and they won't take you back?" Seokjin said for the same reason, and yoongi nodded.

"Well.. actually hoseok was my childhood friend, while I met jimin just a few years ago" he corrected.

Hoseok sighed, stepping towards seokjin and the rest while jimin followed. "We deeply apologize for the inappropriate behavior, and we thank you for saving him." He bowed a full 90 degrees.

Jimin was just spacing out, so hoseok slapped his knee to bow. Jimin took him a good second to realize before instantly bowing along.

"Yeah.. no big deal" seokjin answered awkwardly, not knowing how to deal with formal apologies.

"Uhh also.." the two guards stood up, facing all of them. "Can you give us your trust? We promise we won't take him back or inform anybody of his location whatsoever."

Seokjin stayed silent for a good five minutes, trying to determine whether to trust them or not.

"Well, yoongi already brought us all in this mess, so why not?" He shrugged. The rest nodded in agreement, except for the only girl, who stormed to her room in anger.

Yoongi sighed, placing a hand over jungkook's shoulder, who was about to follow her.

"I'll talk to her."