"Look at this one," Jimin pointed at a golden butterfly with brown polka dots, harboring a darker-toned golden ring around them on its wings. 

"They are so captivating," Jungkook mumbled, kneeling down and digging his knees in the soil of the lakeshore, knowing that the butterfly would fly away if he tried to catch it, advancing his hand towards it. When the beautiful insect fluttered and perched onto the tip of Jungkook's finger, he chuckled out a breath of air in amazement with twinkling eyes.

"He likes you, prince," Jimin endowed as his eyes remained locked on the happiness over Jungkook's face. His long hair used to reach just below his eyes, but they grew to cover half of his cheeks now. The perm treatment the younger had taken began to wear off, making the silky tresses straighter and less wavy — an affair of soft entanglement.

Jimin could stare at the small white diamond on his nose for hours as he was doing right now when Jungkook reached for his hand and gently joined his own finger with him to nudge the butterfly onto the older's finger. "He likes you too."

"How are you feeling?" Jimin asked, ignoring the butterfly flapping its wings onto his hand as he focused his gaze on the younger.

Jungkook sighed deeply and fell back on the grass. "I like this warmth of the soft sun on my skin. It makes me want to bloom."

"You'd bloom beautifully if you were a flower." Jimin released the butterfly and laid down beside Jungkook, perching his elbow under his head to ab able to look at Jungkook and the halo shining over his nose. 

"And then die as insect sucked my beauty away." Jungkook scoffed sadly.

"I'd build a fence around you."

Jungkook turned to Jimin, gulping down the saliva with confidence and staring at the man's lips for a lingering moment. "You'd bloom like a festival. Everyone would come to see you and return in awe. You are that beautiful." 

Jimin twisted and slumped against the ground, tucking his hand under his head now while facing skyward. "I'd still come to see you, even if you say that I am something I am not."

"You are feigning ignorance, Park Jimin," Jungkook accused with a lilt of instigation in his voice, making Jimin's lip stretch into a boyish grin and cheeks flush the color of the red rose petals when crushed together. "You know you are the prettiest man you've ever seen."

"I know for a fact that I am not the prettiest man I've ever seen," Jimin supplied, smoothly arguing with the prince and loving how he called him by his full name.

"Then who do you think is prettier?"

"A lot of people, Jungkook. I can't possibly think I am the prettiest of them all."

"Hmm," Jungkook hummed and after careful consideration, he asked, "do you have eyes for someone? Were you ever in a relationship?"

Jimin let out an irregular sigh at the subject, letting his heart thud louder and louder. "I have a soft spot for beauty. There was a commoner I fell for, but he didn't know I was a king of the ruined kingdom. His eyes were like blue snow, but he wanted to do nothing with me."

"Blue snow, hm? Sounds like plain stupid to me if he wasn't interested in you." Jungkook spluttered out indignantly. "D-do you still have eyes for him?"

"It's difficult to answer," Jimin responded, making Jungkook's heart drop its senses. "I for sure never forget anyone, so it can be said that I still remember him. What about you? Do you still have any feelings left for Lee Geon?"

"My case is different, Jimin Hyung," Jungkook pouted with a frown. "He cheated on me, lied to me, and broke so many promises he's made. Besides, it's for good. He was almost my father's age and I don't think such a big age gap would have been acceptable to my father, aside from the fact that he was my father's friend and Lee Geon's son is my age. I just don't know why I loved him so much. It still hurts, thinking that I have put so much effort and wasted such intense and sacred feelings on him."

"He is one handsome man, Jungkook. You did have reasons to love him, all the excuses aside, and the age gap shouldn't matter when you are in love. Your father accepted your one truth, he would also have accepted more, only if Lee Geon returned feelings sincerely."

"Why are we talking about him suddenly? We still have tonight's hypnosis session to do it. I don't want to ruin my day before schedule." Jungkook complained. 

"About that," Jimin turned to see Jungkook fiddling with his gloves kept on the grass. "I was thinking that maybe we talk about things today, without putting you to sleep, something happy."

"Happy?" Jungkook wanted to perch his arm so he could rest on it, but Jimin patted his own arm to indicate the younger that he rest there. Jungkook slid closer, breathing sharply as his heart raced again. 

"How was your childhood? How old were you when you left home? What did you like to do in your free time on holidays? I want to know everything."

"Hyung," Jungkook's voice came out small and Jimin instantly craned his neck to see his reaction. "Why are you asking me these things? Is there even a point?" He had forgotten many details of the incident that took place in school which he remembered in a hypnotized state. He almost forgot how he really felt at that time, what exactly went inside his mind when the seniors forced themselves on the naive and innocent juniors. But somehow, he forgot why those things transitioned into something else every time he tried to recollect them. Even worst was that it turned into a nightmare he repeatedly saw. What was the point of going back to happy memories now?

"Trust my decision, sweetheart. I won't ask you without a reason."

One endearment was enough to leave Jungkook batting his lashes at the ground and gaining color on his cheeks with a delicate glow. 

"I was very little when I left the house. Lee Geon was my father's advisor along with a few others, but he was closest to him. I have always seen him in our old palace and when our new castle was being made where you also paid a visit, Lee Geon had helped in deciding many things, including the site. I was upset when they told me we had to move, so I remember that he had brought me a sword and taught me to duel to cheer me up. I'd practice with him and the royal guards. It was obvious that they loved me or feared my father to play along as I didn't know how to properly hold the sword."

Jimin laughed. "Such an adorable man you are!"

"I really was adorable when I was little," Jungkook's hands began to tumble with Jimin's golden cufflink while he continued. "I'd recite poems I had learned during my school. I'd tell my mother stories of what the children ate in the city. My mornings would start with my mother waking me up. The staff bathed me and changed me into new clothes every day. My father studied a lot during that time. I'd go and ask him to play with me. He'd tickle me so much and we'd eat together. There were teachers who'd teach me to paint and draw. My father is an exceptionally outstanding painter, I think I've inherited my talent of arts from him."

Jimin, who had a smile on his lips, tucked a strand of hair behind Jungkook's ear. "You never showed me anything." He complained, pouting a little as he had seen Jungkook do on many previous occasions. 

"Aish," Jungkook hit Jimin's chest tenderly. "I can't if you ask me like this. I am a little shy."

"My apologies I distracted you. What else did you do?"

Fixating his eyes over the sky, Jungkook pondered. "I was fond of bedtime stories. My mother told me a tale of an emperor's daughter, a cat, and a dog. The girl wanted to give her mother a better life. There was a crafty woman that steals the magical seal from their house. The emperor's daughter is taken away, the palace vanishes, and the mother is left alone with no home. The cat and dog vow to get the magic seal back and return their friend's happiness. I loved how my mother used to speak softly to put me to sleep. She'd sing me lullabies. I learned to sing too."

"You are such a proficient man. How could you ever doubt that you couldn't be a good king?" Jimin asked, his voice a little serious.

"We both know I am not good enough. I might have some talents, but a king needs to be more than an art laureate."

"I will prove you wrong when the time comes. But would you mind if I ask a few more questions specifically about Lee Geon?" Jimin asked carefully, pulling his face away to clearly look at the prince's face.

"Ask me." Jungkook encouraged in a very little voice. 

With how his gaze was low, Jimin wanted to lift his face and place a peck on his lips. Would Jungkook push him away if he was to do that? Would Jungkook even continue the treatment? He trusted him and Jimin couldn't break the trust on account of anything.

"When did you realize you have started developing feelings for him?"

"I don't remember."

The answer came quick, startling Jimin. It was as though Jungkook had tried multiple times to search for the answer himself. "Did you realize that perhaps Lee Geon might be interested in you at any point? How did he approach you? Or when?"

"I don't... Remember," Jungkook said with disappointment. "Or maybe I am mixing it all up in my head. The only reasonable place that my memory serves me is of the day when he took me out of school. I was sixteen and I only remember a hotel room."

"It's okay, Jungkook," Jimin didn't delay and put his arm around the younger's shoulder.  "I have all I need. You did such a great job." The man praised. 

"All I did was give you a few answers. I couldn't give you the satisfactory ones at that too. How are you praising me for something so little? You amaze me, Hyung." Jungkook seemed disappointed in himself. 

"Let's go," Jimin pulled Jungkook with him as he sat up. "We are going back home."

"Nooo~" Jungkook whined. "I want to sleep here tonight, with butterflies."

"There are also tigers around here, and they aren't vegetarian to suck just your beauty." Jimin chuckled, causing Jungkook to suddenly stand up while brushing his butt with his hands to remove any grass or dirt from it. If someone told Jungkook before that he'd be lying in filth, he'd scoff at their face and walk away. As he came to the realization of a prosaic life Jimin was living, being a king, it impacted his mind. He tried to copy Jimin silently in many ways that the older didn't pick. "Can you teach me to cook tonight?"

"No," Jimin said curtly, followed by chortling as he walked ahead. 

"Why not? Don't you wish that work gets done while you rest?" Jungkook hopped closer to the man walking ahead of him. 

"If I had luxurious wishes, I'd go back home."

"You are truly inspiring whom? Wait, no one. Because I think you are an idiot." Jungkook poked Jimin's side and ran away.

"You," Jimin grinned before chasing after Jungkook. The field emerged with two mellifluous voices, aligning with the symphony of the rustling gentle breeze. "Get back here. I am older than you and you dare call me an idiot?"

Jungkook turned round and round the tree when Jimin caught him. His arms mechanically locked around the younger's waist as they panted sharply. Jungkook kept the smile adorning his lips while his eyes with ease traveled from Jimin's eyes to his lips. A voice in Jimin's head caused him to lose his grip at the same time as Jungkook moved forward. "I-" The younger inhaled through his teeth. 

"Come on now," Jimin turned and began to stroll away. "It will get dark soon."