"Thank goodness you are here! Where were you last night?" Yerin scampered to proximate her brother who was brisk walking through the palace gates in desperate attempts of avoiding any form of commerce with his little sister, or anyone for that matter.

The sky was a bright orange this morning, but only a broken-hearted or a poet would see the gloomy overcast that covered it all. As if the wind rustled in a heavyhearted melancholy, like expressing it's disagreement at the atrocity Jungkook was going to commit.

The dismal for a fragile heart that was about to be shattered.

"Why would I not be? It's my last day as a guard disguise. I must bid my farewells, shouldn't I?"

"Brother I beg you! Don't do this. If have you lost all your conscious to your greed for money think about that boy. He is delicate, feeble.

Jungkook adjourned his movements and turned to his sister with a fire in his eyes. She took a step back, now trembling.

"You think I don't know? Huh? You presume me a fool?
You don't understand, Yer! For years I have had my conscious gnawed upon about how if I was not a damn coward, I could have stopped father, or atleast have him saved with possibly an ugly half face like this." Jungkook ripped his scarf off of his face to prove his point. He had lost all sense of composure consequently having him snap at the young girl.

"I don't want anything for myself from this. If there is any left after I pay that infirmary, you can keep it and do whatever it is that you wish to do. I don't want a single penny!" he yelled.

"You wish for me to recede now that I have been given a second chance. I don't care if mother's disease has no cure. I just wish to certify that I did everything in my power to bring her back and not backed away just because I fell in love?" The latter part of his last sentence was addressed more to himself than to the girl he fronted.

"If I have to choose between mother and Taehyung, I shall pick mother because even if I do cull for Taehyung, you and I both know, in no universe he could be mine."
Jungkook stormed off whilst curtaining his scar again leaving behind a speechless, helpless girl.

*****

"Where were you, haa? I went out of my mind looking for you." taehyung hit a powerless punch on jungkook's chest with a little pout formed on the glossy pink lips.
"How can you leave me on the happiest night of my life. I wanted to kiss you so bad" *another hit*
"I was so worried." *another hit*
"Why aren't you answering, huh?" *another hit*

"I felt like I was going to throw up. I felt unwell, like I couldn't breathe. Had to leave urgently." he was aware by now that Taehyung had a power to read the lies that he manipulated the world offhandedly with. However, this wasn't one. It was exactly how he felt at that moment.

"Oh my! I'm- I'm so sorry. How do you feel now?" the pouty lips gasped in worry as the beautiful human in Jungkook's arms started caressing the chest he had delicately hit. "I feel terrible for making assumptions, I'm deeply sorry."

"No, no! If anything, I'm the one sorry. I will be sorry for the rest of my life." he broke the eye contact to gaze at the calamitous jewel that was decorated on top of the beautiful boy's head.

Oh how etheral he looked. Almost celestial, like an other-worldly... angel?

What did you do to deserve the fangs of a devil?

"Why must you apologize? Hey.. Talk to me." taehyung declared cupping the older's cheeks, sliding the hand under the scarf to place it on his scar. A symbol of acceptance and appreciation that jungkook wasn't unaware of. He just had to make a bitter choice.

It's now or never.

"Will you grant me a wish, your highness?"

"Anything. You name it, love." Taehyung smiled gently, looking as beautiful as ever.

"I want to spend the night with you. Will you allow me to?" Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath, surprised. His cheeks feathered a beautiful rosy pink as his eyes lowered themselves in shyness.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to lay with you, watch you sleep. I will be out before the break of dawn. Before you even wake up, I will be gone"

-Out of your life. Betraying you. To leave you hating me for the rest of your existence.

"I'm aware I'm asking for too much but let me-"

"Yes." a timbre of finality in Taehyung's voice like never before.

"Yes?"

"Yes, you will spend the night with me. Ah! Why was I not the one to propose that first!" Taehyung pouted with arms crossed over his chest but smiled again nonetheless.

This was... too easy.

"Now-now, you scram away and do guard duties. I have stuff to concoct about."

"Stuff?"

"If you think I'm going to disclose my plans of an evening with my Romeo to a mere guard like you, I'm sorry you are heavily delusional. Shoo!" he pushed jungkook's back to reach the door. "Next time you are found in my room, must be from the window. Till then, sayonara."

******

It had been a good fifteen minutes of standing beneath the window of the cornered chamber. Goggling the window pane inebriated on a load of wines and creeps of flowers with dull colors, only then he observed how this was the only chamber with no balcony.

It was like they wished to starve the innocent boy's lungs off of air. But who was jungkook to judge when he will be the one to choke him breathless completely?

Why was it not that excuse of a princess in his place. Why was this baby born with a catastrophic fate?

He knocked twice on the curtained window which was odd because Taehyung never drew the curtains when he is awake.
Scurrying him out of his train of thoughts, the curtains were pulled apart revealing an elated, almost overjoyed royal with blushing cheeks and a wide welcoming smile.

Seeing an excited Taehyung only served as a elevation to Jungkook's trepidations as there was a feeling of drop in his stomach.
He felt pain. Real physical pain from a sensation of his ribcage closing up on his lungs resulting cessation of his breathing. He felt acerbity in his mouth from the possibility of rising bile. His perspiration also increased tenfolds.

It was like every single organ of his yelled at him to stop this lunacy and spare this boy's heart. Except for the brain that insisted on climaxing this plan. Except for the heart that now felt numb.

"Hi." taehyung whispered wrapping his arms around the guard's neck beaming with red cheeks.

"H-hi." he stuttered back and mentally cursed his nerves. He gave himself a pep talk on how his plan only begins after taehyung falls asleep. Maybe he could genuinely hold the boy until then.

Maybe he could falsify an alternate universe in his head. One where Taehyung and him live happily together, get married, make love every night, have kids and no one stands against them. One where they visit his healthy mother every Hay Festival along with Yerin having a family of her own.

Wishful thinking. Feels good while it lasts.

"You are zoning out a lot today. Reminds me of our first meeting." taehyung spoke lowly. They could not raise their voices and risk being exposed to the guards on night duty.

"I'm sorry your h- taehyung. This is new to me." taehyung chuckled at the reenactment and decided to play along.

"What is?"

"Acting like a ninny-hammer. It's not me, i-i don't know why I'm this way today." Jungkook held the other by waist and brought him pressingly close with a burning passion in eyes.

"Oh. My apologies. Did I say something? Did mother ask you to not talk to me? I wouldn't, I promise. Just please don't tell her i tried to befriend you." taehyung joined their foreheads together, smiling.

"No, your highness. I'm just a nervous mess, today being my last day. I'll get ahold of myself. Also, I've never met your mother and I'm not a blabbermouth. Don't worry." Jungkook cupped the royals face and joined their lips.

He did not loiter a minute, instantly coiled his arms around the slender waist whilst his lips attack the other's bottom one in particular. It shocked him how their first kiss felt like they had been kissing forever while each one after felt like it was the first.

They parted reluctantly when the lack of air became a duress. Taehyung took the other's hands settling themselves on the soft mattress.
Jungkook sat back while the younger found his comfort in laying his head on the other's lap, eyes fluttering shut on their own when his hair was gently combed with the older's callus fingers. They made small conversations for a while where the prince rambled about books and flowers and gardens and jungkook loathed himself more and more with every inhalation.

Amidst another ramble about the food from yesterday's feast taehyung suddenly sat up. "You never got to see me in the robe I changed for the feast! Did you?" jungkook merely shook his head and in the next second the young boy was out of the bed. "Would you like if I wear it for you again?"

He was approaching the wardrobe before an answer and disappeared behind the bathroom the next moment. Jungkook laid back on the bed feeling the comfort of a real mattress for the first time wondering what must it be made of. He clutched to the pillow and sniffed the scent of a sweet green-apple, something the royal's hair smells like always. He wondered what does he wash it with.

But dreaming about the royal's hair made him conjecture about the overrated accessory that is harbored on top of it. The one which was not on his head few moments ago. He panicked.

Oh no I have a bad feeling about this.

Did they confiscate it back?

No, Tae would have mentioned if they did?

Where is it? Perhaps there is a safe in the wardrobe?

I will check once he drifts off to sleep.

His self-palaver ended with a concern that the royal had indeed been in the bathroom for quite sometime now. How long must it take to put on a robe? So he gently knocked on the door "Tae, is everything alright?"

"D-dainty." a stammered reply came making him doubt even more. "What is the matter, taehyung? Don't worry me."

"N-nothing just the belt. What a travail! Haha!" a hasty reply came making jungkook frown in earnest concern.

"Allow me to help-"

"Just go and sit on the bed, will you?" came an almost prickly tone that jungkook was obligated to comply to. He huffed and sat down on the edge of the bed like a scolded child.

It was an uber long wait after which a wide-eyed adorable head peeped from the trifling small gap of the bathroom door he opened. "Kook?"

"Yes?"

"Could you.. Umm.. Close your eyes?"

"Why?" jungkook grilled utterly confused.

"Because I feel shy all of a sudden and I know I have already arrayed in front of everyone yesternight but your opinion matters about the robe and me in general-"

"Okay, okay!" he closed his eyes and hears the creaking of bathroom door as he now rambles with closed eyes "Jesus christ, why must you be so edgy today. You can undisputably look good in any-"

"You can open your eyes." Taehyung whispered implying he was now somewhere very near in front of Jungkook who was prepared with rightful adulation for the boy. However this preparation was rendered unused as his breath got caught in his throat along with the halt of all other bodily functions.

"Oh.. My.. God!" he breathed out.

There stood in front of him, the enticing archangelic boy, clad in a heavily embroidered golded and blue velvet robe.

Correction - Clad in ONLY a robe.

An untidy knot hanging low emblazoning the smooth cinnamon skin upto the belly button, buttery smooth upper thighs peeking from the little slit of where the side of the robe crossed over, collarbones as prominent as murals of Pacific Ocean. Every inch of skin insufflates jungkook's self control demanding to be tasted. To be owned.

A scarlet blooms on the apples of this boy's cheeks and the tips of his ears as the bottom lip gets brutally mutilated by the teeth, a deed that any other time may be deemed so innocent, now only heightened the seduction he was emitting.

A face so saint-like with a body so sinful.

"Say something before I pass out." the boy whispered with arms sticking in front fidgeting to somehow cover a little of the exposed golden skin.

"W-what. Wha-why. Umm" while jungkook's mind was busy reciting poetry on taehyung's aphrodisiac naked glory, his mouth uttered mere jibberish.

Taehyung shyly smiled at the older's fuddle clearly appreciating the redness of the other's cheeks despite his own being no different.

In a sudden boost of confidence he walked up to the bed and intertwined his fingers with that of the other with one hand and used the other to untie the knot the knot of his robe.
So he stood in front of jungkook, heart booming to jump out of chest, in nothing but a pair of briefs and a robe now hanging losely on his shoulders

Then he leaned down and leveraged the other's chin to look into his irises undeviatingly before leaving a small peck on the corner of lips.
Out of an involuntary servitude the older stood up and put a trembling hand on his waist. On his naked waist, touching his skin.

Jungkook seemed to be having an internal combat gauging his options to stay or run away when Taehyung's next words blew away his mind and stripped him off his last thread of self-control.

"Take me tonight, Jungkook. Rid me of the purity."

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