"So this is where you sleep?" Jungkook asked, looking just as awed by Jimin's room as Jimin was at the thirdclass party downstairs.

"How rich exactly are you?" The man asked, his jaw dropping at the fancy chandelier reflecting against the ceiling.

Jimin shrugged shyly, amused at how impressed Jungkook seemed. "Actually most of this came from Ella's money..."

Jungkook frowned while still looking up at the expensive chandelier. "Who's that? You're brother's wife?"

Jimin froze, trying to stay as casual as possible when he answered.

"My fiancé."

A heavy period of silence pierced through Jimin's heart, who wasn't oblivious to the way Jungkook's face went completely grim when he shot the older man a look.

"Oh," he emitted softly, suddenly looking a little less amazed by his surroundings.

Jimin decided to pretend his revelation didn't matter and opened up his closet.

"You can borrow a suit from me so you'll fit in more," he said as he searched his closet to find some proper clothes, keeping himself focused while hoping the tension he felt would fade soon.

Why did it feel as if he'd gotten punched in the gut when Jungkook's eyes met his own just now? Why should it matter if he had a fiancé?

The air in the room suddenly felt dry and cold. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed louder and more jarring, beating almost in sync with Jimin's heart.

The man gulped harshly.

He knew goddamn well why it felt horrible to say that. But it didn't matter.

Two men could never have a future together in this world, no matter how wonderfully easy Jungkook could make a free life like that seem.

No one could ever be truly free. They weren't birds. They couldn't fly. It was all just a nice fantas-

Two hands gripped firmly at Jimin's waist from behind, making the boy gasp shortly in suprise. "Jungk-"

"I think your suit will be a little too small won't it?" Jungkook said, skillfully letting his hands roam Jimin's body and tug at his shirt.

The younger man exhaled his hot breath against Jimin's neck, grinning when he saw goosebumbs errupt on the boy's skin.

"I'm not that much shorter than you," Jimin mumbled, his eyes slipping shut when Jungkook's warm hands escaped underneath his shirt and touched his bare stomache.

"Yes... you are," Jungkook said at an authoritive tone, emitting a low, content hum at the whimper Jimin released when his fingers danced over the man's skin.

He trailed down Jimin's neck leaving a path of warm kisses, pressing his lips ever so softly against the boy's skin even though his hands were acting more agressively. Kneeding half-cries from Jimin's waist as he surrounded him with his warmth and even slightly rocked his hips against the man's ass.

Jimin whined when Jungkook set his teeth into his shoulder, feeling his pants tighten uncomfertably even though the action itself stung.

The boy could barely make his body listen to his fuzzy mind when he told Jungkook to stop, grabbing one of his suits and ridding himself of Jungkook's hands as quickly as he could.

"We'll be late for dinner," Jimin said, sounding a little out of breath and feeling like he owed Jungkook an explenation.

Jungkook smiled at Jimin, giving him a good look up and down.

The older man's shirt was untucked and wrinkeled, his face flushed completely red and his pants revealed a quite prominent bulge.

"All I did was touch you a bit," Jungkook chuckled mischieviously, pride at his accomplishment making his heart swell.

Jimin violently threw Jungkook's suit on his bed and coamed his hands through his hair as he stormed to the bathroom.

"You are an insolent, disrepectful, shameless, ill-mannered, ungracious, impudent...

"Calm down flower," Jungkook sang through Jimin's ranting, finding himself  incredibly amused at the boy's distress.

~~~

"Are you dressed?" Jimin asked through the bathroomdoor.

"Are you?" Jungkook asked back only to be met with a silence that made him laugh.

"I'm dressed you can come in," Jungkook said, looking at himself in the mirror again. "If you dare."

Jimin came back into the room after hiding from Jungkook for a while with his clothes fixed and even his hair done neatly, his black locks slicked back and bringing out his attractive facial features.

The two men met eyes and both of them immediatly blushed at the way they looked.

"You look..."

"Handsome..."

Jungkook struck a pose and plastered a smug expression onto his face. "Right? Don't I look like a spy?"

The boy formed a gun with his hands and ducked, looking around as if he was surrounded by enemies.

"Stay behind me mister Park, I'll get you to safety."

Jimin was momentarily stunned. "I- I don't-"

"Pew! Pang! Mister Park we're being attacked, quick, take my hand, I'll fly us out of here!"

Jungkook genuinly held out his hand and looked at Jimin with such a serious expression it shot the boy into a fit of laughter.

Jimin shook his head and nearly lost his balance while gasping for air. "Have I told you before that you are absolutely crazy?"

Jungkook giggled and scrunched his nose, "can't say I remember."

Jimin regained himself and sighed while looking at the cute boy in front of him.

He has my entire heart and soul, the young man concluded, realising he was completely powerless against the handsome young boy that had invaded his life.

~~~

The first class dining hall was simply a large room with many tables, all occupied by fancy dressed men and women who talked of boring politics and money.

The amount of hate Jimin held for the place and the people in it could be seen as downright scary to some, but Jimin didn't care. Everything about it swallowed him hole and suffocated him to the point of his mind going completely numb. He hated politics with a passion, and discussing money made him sick to his stomache.

Jungkook noticed the way Jimin's face paled when they entered the dining hall, and therefore zipped his mouth shut about how impressive the place looked.

"Prince Jeon Jungkook, do we bow?" Yoongi asked, sounding incredibly sarcastic as he neared the two boys.

Jungkook slipped into his role right away and straightened his back, pretending the watch around Yoongi's wrist wasn't worth more than his life.

"Oh nu please dun't, on the sheep I had hoped to be a mere wurking-class men, nut a prince."

Jimin nearly slapped a hand across his face at the horrible accent Jungkook was trying to create.

"Ah, right, I quite understand," Yoongi said with a curt nod, seeming a little taken aback by the strange accent. "Shall we take our seats?"

Jimin was immediatly guided by Yoongi to sit next to Ella on the far side of the table, seperated from Jungkook by Namjoon who sat inbetween them.

"It is an honor to have foreign royalty travel with the ship uhm... mister Jeon." Namjoon said, sending the young man a kind smile with his deep dimples. "You must tell me what country you're from."

Jungkook cleared his troat to buy himself some time before answering. "Oh... uhm, you wouldn't knuw it... Lux... Den... Luxenmark."

Yoongi squinted so hard at Jungkook the boy was sure he was done for.
"Never heard of that place," he said, his lips pulling down in disdain.

"Like I said," Jungkook chuckled nervously.

"So you came here all alone?" Namjoon asked, folding his arms and leaning back as he questioned Jungkook further.

"Eh, nu I have a trustwurzee cumpaniun with me," Jungkook said, making his accent even more prominent in the hopes of seeming more authentic.

"You should have invited him!" Namjoon said, shrugging as if he wished he could've told him before.

"You should've," Jimin said softly, leaning forward to drink some soup even though it was actually just to glance at Jungkook.

Jungkook looked back at Jimin and smirked, a small urge to stand up, throw the boy onto the table and making him his in front of everyone momentarily stunning his mind.

"...back at home?"

Jungkook flinched out of his daydream and blinked like a doll. "E-excuse me what?"

"I asked if you had a special lady waiting for you at home," Yoongi asked, catching how the 'prince' had lost his connection to reality the moment his eyes had met Jimin's.

"Ah! Eh, yes, yes ofcourse..." Jungkook answered, smiling to himself immediatly as he invisioned Jimin making a pout at his answer.

"Her name is... Minna, und she iz... just wunderful."

Jungkook sighed as he rested his hand on his chin and stared off into the distance, pretending there was a magnificent horizon only he could see.

"She vas one of the first peeple I had ever relly felt connected tu. As if everything in the yuniverse had made it so our paths wuld cross. She is kind und gud, und she is smarter zan people think. She is most beautiful inside und out, und I call her my flower, because I vant to cherish her and love her until her final petals reach the ground. She has my heart, even though we only just met. I'd do anything fur her."

The table went quiet in respect of Jungkook's emotional words.

Jimin dropped his spoon onto his plate and stared at it, his eyes fluttering as tears started building behind them.

"That was very beautiful mister Jeon," Namjoon said, giving the man a pat on his shoulder. "It seems like the love you share with this girl is very strong."

"Might I be excused for a moment," Jimin said, gulping as he fought to remain calm and collected.

Before anyone could answer the distressed boy he had already fled the table, nearly running out of the dining hall with a blurred sight and a heavy heart.