A/n: hi. idk how this story will turn out but im bored.

The moonlight fell upon the crown prince of Delos as the young man's intimidating, dragonlike eyes, rested upon the sleeping capital.

At times like these Jimin truly loved admiring his brother, the man's aura alone seeming mighty enough to move mountains.

"Something is bothering you," Jimin gathered, his eyes darting up and down his brother's serious expression. "What is it?"

Namjoon did not stop squinting at the black void that was the horizon. Jimin followed his stare, but far off was nothing but the starry night sky and their lovely kingdom, hundreds of cozy houses, squished together with a thousand golden lanterns to illuminate them.

"How come you always know exactly when I am unsettled?" The older prince asked, leaning away from the balcony railing.

Jimin locked his fingers behind his back, taking a few steps towards his older brother. "You think very loudly. I am convinced the entire kingdom is able to hear you dwell."

Namjoon finally turned his head, curling his lips and letting his charming dimples wink down at his brother.

"You mustn't worry about tomorrow brother," Jimin said, snaking his arms around Namjoon's waist to hold the older man's Herculean body. "You will make a fine king. One the people can look up to. They do not call you The Wise Prince for no reason."

Jimin leaned his head against his brother's back. "There is no need for you to fret."

Namjoon nodded and sighed. "I suppose you are right... as you usually are. But I believe it is in my nature to brood, just as it is in yours to be helpful."

The man hung his head low, taking a deep breath before beginning his rant.

"Our kingdom has had years of prosperity, and decades without war, plague or enemies. It is as if all evil has decided to shun us, but that idea is simply too good to be true. At some point the gods shall grow jealous - or worse, bored, and this era of milk and honey will come to an end. People have forgotten what it is like to struggle, Jimin. I fear we would not survive even the slightest misfortune. Not when our kingdom has been so weakened by the luxury of comfort."

Jimin saw his brother flex his muscles as he gripped at the balcony railing. He let go of his the man's waist and moved to tend to his brother's broad shoulders instead, carefully digging circles under Namjoon's shoulderblades with his thumbs.

"Well... dear brother," He said, smirking fondly when Namjoon moaned at his touch.

"Father may have never taught me anything about ruling a kingdom, and I couldn't dream of being as clever as you, but if you really are concerned about the kingdom's competence... my advice would be to focus on our military."

"The military?" Namjoon asked. "What on earth for?"

Jimin shrugged. "Bring back mandatory service for young men, and perhaps even women. You should force them to learn how to defend themselves and remind them that safety can never be guaranteed."

The crown prince groaned. "They wouldn't understand though. They would complain."

"So what?" Jimin frowned. "You will be their king, and they are insolent, mindless fools. There are worse things you could do. They will be grateful in the end."

Namjoon released a soft wheeze. "You might be right... By Zeus, brother I would be so terribly lost without you. It keeps me awake at night, how much I depend on you to keep me sane. I would kill myself if you weren't at my side."

Jimin released an indignant breath and let go of his brother's shoulders. "Don't say such horrible things. A king can't possibly care more for anyone else than his subjects. Hasn't father taught you that?"

Namjoon turned around, carrying a charming grin. The older prince cupped Jimin's face and fondly stroked the boy's cheek. "It is my only secret, dear brother. Would you please allow me to keep it?"

Jimin rolled his eyes and removed Namjoon's hand from his face to give it a soft, loving peck. "You are far too romantic brother," he chuckled, dragged the older prince away from the balcony.

"Come," he said. "We mustn't keep father waiting."

--

"So, my son decided to attend one last dinner with his king after all."

The king of Delos, Bang Si-Hyuk, sat squished at the head of a long dinner table, his large belly making it hard for the man to sit comfortably on his chair.

"Where have you been hiding out?" The king asked, the black orbs that were his eyes sheening with distrust he had for everything and everyone within his dominion.

Namjoon bowed to his father, greeting him respectfully as a good son should, and Jimin copied, bowing just a little deeper.

"I was in need of some fresh air father, Jimin accompanied me on the balcony."

The king's eyes shifted to his younger son, but he only pursed his lips at him with distaste.

"You could've asked one of your counselors for help if you had something on your mind boy. All your idle brother is good for is finding ways to spend his time as unproductively as he can."

Jimin pressed his lips firmly together. He had to. If he didn't he would speak, and speaking never ended well for him if he did so in the presence of his father.

Namjoon was wise enough to hold his toungue as well, though Jimin knew his brother cherished his company far more than any counselor's boring lectures.

The young prince's brows twitched into a frown when the distinct feeling of a stare burning into him made him grow anxious. He hesitantly turned his head, carefully stealing a look around himself.

Dreamy, blue eyes belonging to one of the guards standing next to the entrance door, were shamelessly observing Jimin, venturing up and down his body without restraint. The guard had blonde locks and a chizzled jawline, a forreign look about him that told Jimin he was new at the palace.

The prince catched his lower lip between his teeth when he met eyes with the man, and when the guard winked at him, his cheeks blazed red.

"Sit down son," the king grumbled, pointing at the chairs. "This is my last night as king and your last night as prince. If there is anything you wish to know, this is your last chance to ask. Starting tomorrow I shall spend my days drunk out of my mind and with four whores permanently at my side."

Namjoon obediently took his seat at the table, and Jimin followed.

The younger prince stole another glance at the fetching guard, a timid smile curling his lips when he noticed the man was still smugly eyeing him.

"Well, Father..." Namjoon started nervously. "There is in-fact one thing I wished to talk about..."

The king hummed. "Speak."

Jimin took a sip of his drink and looked at the blonde guard from the corner of his eyes, his father and brother's conversation turning into mere background noise. The handsome guard and his hungry glances seemed far more interesting to the young prince. He touched his bottom lip, smirking and sending the guard his most flirtatious looks.

"I was thinking, father, about who's judgement I trust most in our royal council," Namjoon began speaking eloquently.

Jimin dragged his toungue across his lips, undressing the well-built guard with his eyes, studying his impressive golden armour and imagening the treasures it was surely hiding.

"And I've come to realise, that there is no man I'd rather have as my right hand during my reign... than Jimin."

Jimin snapped his head towards his brother and gasped so harshly he managed to choke on his own spit. He began to cough, loudly slamming his fist against the table and gasping for air.

Namjoon continued unbothered, determined in his request. "I want him to be part of the royal coucil father. I feel more secure in my decisions when he agrees with me. He is very bright and wise despite popular belief, and he is more than just the kind prince. He has potential! I truly think he would do great as -"

"No."

Jimin managed to calm down enough for his father's answer to reach him, and Namjoon paled.

"But, father-"

"No."

The king wiped his mouth clean with a napkin, and his expression was grim as though he'd been told they were going to war.

"The council is perfect as it is. Your brother hasn't even the slightest idea on how to rule a kingdom. He knows no politics, no economics, no warfare, and he isn't competent enough. It would be seen as a joke. "

Jimin tried to keep his lips sealed, but he couldn't keep his thoughts contained this time.

"The only reason I was not taught anything about ruling is because you did not teach me father! You were far too busy raising your favorite son to ever bother -"

"SILENCE!" The king's voice boomed through the dining hall. "You will not speak to me at such a tone! I am your king and I demand respect! There is no room for your rotten jealousy. If you truly wish to do something other than waste space you are more than welcome to join the military. Perhaps dying for your kingdom will bring some value to your pitiful being. I swear by the waters of the Styx, I will not let you have even the slightest bit of control over this kingdom while I still breathe air. You, who do nothing but flaunt yourself off to every boy and man from here to Arcadia like some painted whore. You, who murdered your mother on your way into this world..."

The king's face gradually redened more and more until his head seemed like it would burst. "I should've carried your infant-self to the ocean and let the waves wash you away... but I didn't, and my punishment is to deal with you until I find a woman desperate enough to marry you..."

A silence fell in the dining hall, a stillness so tense a pin-drop would sound like a calvary.

Jimin's eyes fluttered, and he lowered his head.

"Father..." Namjoon whispered, shocked at his king's words.

"It is quite alright brother," Jimin whispered, gulping away the lump in his throat. "You were kind to think of me... but kindness is not a virtue. Especially not for a king."

"At least he knows that," the king mumbled.

The man took a sip of his wine, leasurely swaying his cup in circles. "I do hope I did not embarrass you though... in front of your new prey."

"Father!" Namjoon said indignantly.

Jimin's lips parted, his heart feeling like it was brutally being squished.

He abruptly rose to his feet, his hands clenching into tight fists.

"I'd like to be excused," the young prince whispered, a quieted scream in the back of his voice.

An unkind grin grew on the king's lips. He gulped down his cup of whine, before forcefully setting it down on the table, the sound resonating through the hall.

"Leave."