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The King lays, senile and feeble. Grey hair lay atop of his head, away from his wrinkled pale face. He opens his eyes as Seokjin walks in, the Queen right behind him.

There's a hint of delight in his eyes when they land on the Prince, and he lifts his hand with effort, gesturing his son to walk closer.

Seokjin obeys, and sits on the edge of the bed, scanning the King's figure with his eyes once then looking away.

"Miseon," The King speaks, looking at his wife. His voice is hoarse, shaky, and almost inaudible, "Please leave us alone."

The Queen nods once then walks out, shutting the door behind her.

Silence falls, Seokjin doesn't say anything. He keeps himself busy by looking out of the window, watching the dreary rain.

Lightning strikes, soon followed by thunder, then the King finally speaks.

"Seokjin," He starts, and Seokjin slowly looks at him.

The King's eyes now look sad, he isn't as happy as he was a few minutes ago.

"Do you want to listen to a story?" He asks.

Seokjin chuckles. "If it's boring I'll leave."

But his smile fades as soon as it appears, and he stares at the smile on his father's face for a few seconds before he looks away.

"Once upon a time." The King sighs. "There was a prince. He was the first heir to the throne, and knew that sooner or later he'll be king."

"Why are you telling me this?" Seokjin asks in a low voice.

"Just listen," The King says.

"He met a woman, a very beautiful one," He continues, "Later, he came to know that she was one of the Cooks in the palace. The prince didn't mind, and he kept on meeting her, over and over again. Soon, they fell in love, and the prince found himself in a mess. He wouldn't mind marrying her, but she was only a cook; there was no way The Royal Family would accept. However, he tried, and spoke to the King, his father, who completely opposed. Of course, how could a prince, an heir to the throne, marry a cook? It should be someone from The Family.

The King died, and the prince would be announced king a week later. His love gave him two options, it was either he forgot about her to become king, or run away with her, live far away and leave the throne to his younger brother. Blinded by the power, the prince refused to run away, and so the next day, the cook was gone. She resigned, and went far away, and the prince, now king, didn't hear of her for a long time.

He ruled the Kingdom, and got married. He had three sons back then, from two different Queens, and one of them was pregnant with another child when he met someone after a long time. It was the cook again, his love at youth, and she wanted to go back and work at the palace. The King didn't hesitate in agreeing, and soon, she was cooking for him. One night, the King sent her a letter, to meet him at the dungeons late at night, when no one will be there.

He waited and waited, and thought he'd give up, but then she showed up at the end. He asked for forgiveness, said he was foolish and that he should have never let her go. She asked him if he was happy now, and he hated to admit that he indeed was, and she said it was all she needed to know. Night after night, they met in the dungeons, and retrieved old memories. The cook seemed to open up to her first love once again, and they were getting closer and closer. One night, the King brought drinks with him to the dungeon, and they both drank and drank to the point they weren't aware of their actions anymore. They weren't aware until they woke up beside each other, unclad, and realized the mistake they have done.

They didn't meet after that night, and two months later, the cook disappeared. She resigned again and left. The King thought it was over, that he would never meet her again. A few months later, his wife gave birth to a girl, and he received a letter from far far away. It was the cook, and she asked him to meet her, in the place she was. The King didn't hesitate again, and said he was off to a business trip, and travelled to his love. She was laying in bed when he arrived, weak and ill. She cried, and cried, and begged, because beside her, laid a new-born, a boy."

The King stops to take a breath, and tears bimmer in his eyes. He reaches out his hand and lays it on top of Seokjin's who slowly and hesitantly drags his own away and settles it on his lap.

The King holds his tears back, and goes on. "The boy, which was the King's own son. The cook was dying, and she pleaded the King to raise their son just like he should, because even if he's not completely belonging to The Royal Family, he's still from the King's blood. So the King took the boy with him, and to avoid rumours, he said he found the baby in the streets, cold, hungry and abandoned, and he couldn't leave him alone. The cook died not long after. The boy was raised in the palace, treated like a prince, earned the title of a Duke, and ruled Busan. He grew up to be a fine young man, but he has no idea of who his real parents are. His name... "

"Jeon Jungkook," Seokjin continues, his eyes staring into blank space.

"Jeon was his mother's surname." The King smiles. "Jeon Moonbyul."

It's silent once again, and Seokjin realises it's still raining. He looks out of the window one more time, and feels his father reaching for his hand once again.

Seokjin lets him, because he knows it might be the last time.

The King's hand is cold, and his breaths are shallow. Seokjin gulps, eyes shining with tears and he looks away as he hears his father inhale a sharp breath.

His hand tightly holds Seokjin's for a second, then it stops. It releases the pressure slowly, and falls, cold, cold as ever, and the prince doesn't stop his tears that fall from his eyes.

Never in his entire life had he sensed his father this cold before.

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A/N: I started my midterms yesterday so I may not update as often :3