The arctic wind nearly blew Jimin from his balance as he fled to the first deck of the ship.

Just as the day he'd met Jungkook, he was right there on the same place, only this time, he didn't feel trapped in a cage, but lost in a giant maze.

Jimin grabbed to his head, massaging his scalp trying to keep himself grounded.

He was... in love with a man. And this man was in love with him. But that didn't make any sense.

Everything in this world pointed to the fact that that was simply impossible.

It was impossible and yet it had happened. What was he to make of this? Was he cursed? Had god punished him for wishing a way out of the box he had been trapped in before?

"Jimin?..."

Ella's voice traveled trough the wind and made Jimin perk up immediatly.

He turned around and was met with his fiancé giving him a sympathetic smile when she noticed his watery eyes.

"You little idiot," she chuckled with a small huff, walking over to Jimin.

"Ella... I-"

"That man..." Ella interrupted, looking Jimin deeply in the eyes. "He's not really a prince is he? Luxenmark? That's not a place."

Jimin averted his gaze, not even attempting to come up with an excuse.

"And that accent god. Did you tell him to do that? I almost spat out my drink when I heard it."

Jimin's lips edged up. "He came up with that all by himself."

Ella chuckled again as a shiver took her by suprise. "He's even more of a fool than you. You belong together."

Jimin's brows furrowed in confusion. "W-what? N-no..."

"Jimin, I've always known how small your view at the world was, but now it's actually become a problem. I used to think you were boring but you're just... oblivious."

Ella took Jimin's hand and held it in her own more delicate one.

"My old french teacher at home, he liked men," she said quietly, ignoring how Jimin's face paled to a shade close to white. "And a few years ago I had traveled to Italy and met a painter who liked men too."

The girl stroked Jimin's hand as the boy drew a sharp breath. "You think you are alone because no one speaks of this. But it's not as odd as you think Jimin."

"Ella I don't... it's not true I-I promise," Jimin slowly started panicking. Ella couldn't know this, he couldn't confess to her, she'd break off the engagement, Yoongi would kill him, his parents would kill him.

"Don't be afraid Jimin... I know we've never loved each other and it's clear we never will. Let's not torture ourselves forever just because of other people's demands."

Ella placed a hand on Jimin's cheek, smiling when the boy closed his eyes and visibly shuddered. "Don't worry about me. I met a man on the ship that offered to take my hand if I proved brave enough to follow my heart."

Jimin felt a cold tear sting as it cleared a path down his face.

"I know you can do this Jimin..." Ella whispered against the howling wind. "I know you're strong enough to lead the life you want. You'll be just fine."

Ella captured Jimin into a hug, pressing the boy close to her with more love than they had ever given each other when they were supposed to marry.

"Return to your prince. I'm sure he's wishing to die back in the dining hall, escpecially with your brother drilling him like a sargeant."

Jimin sighed as he finally felt like he could think clearly again. "Thank you Ella," he whispered into the girl's ear.

The boy felt Ella slip something in his pocket and winked at him when they broke their hug. "In case you need it. I won't be coming back tonight and I know Yoongi has a key to your cabin."

Jimin's face felt like it had been dipped into steaming lava. "Wha- bu- I-..."

Ella shook her head dismissively. "Shush, you don't have to say anything. Just be grateful and go."

Jimin felt breathless but did what Ella said anyway, and made his way back to Jungkook as quickly as possible.

~~~

"Su then the horse gut supreesed by the cow und ran away! Und I shouted "fur the luve of beetlesprouts get me off this goddamned hurse!" But zen it turned out my men couldn't heere me because I vas already too far away!"

The surrounding tables from where Jungkook, Yoongi and Namjoon were seated errupted into a loud explosion of  booming laughter, whiseling for Jungkook to continue his story and some even drying tears from their eyes.

"So zere I was, hanging upside down under that hurse zat was still running into ze forrest, praying to god I wuldn't suffer a cuncussion each time my head bounced against the grund."

Namjoon clapped his hands as he laughed. "How did you get free?" He wondered, his eyes twinkeling at the amusing story.

Jungkook nudged his head to the side and smiled widely. "Ahh... eventually the hurse got tired und started eating sum grass. In the meantime I detached myself from the animal und stumbled away as if I were drunk. Gods my head felt like it wuld split open. Blud was streaming down as if I had been crying it."

"Good lord, how lucky you are for not suffering any serious injuries," Namjoon said, gawking at Jungkook as if he were a celebrtity, which he technically now was.

The foreign prince had grabbed the attention of most of the dinghall, sending the people clapping for him as if he'd done something other than simply tell a funny story.

Jungkook smiled back at Namjoon and ignored the nasty looks Yoongi was giving him.

After Jimin had fled the room, Jungkook had needed to clamp himself to the table, remembering that he was not the one that was allowed to go after him, but Ella. It was a hit in the gut that had hurt, but he had done well at masking it.

Jungkook's frowned when he noticed a certain young man enter the dining hall with wide eyes that searched for
him before his entire face lit up.

Jungkook waved at the Jimin, smiling when he saw the man realise the people he hated were giving Jungkook all their attention.

Jimin carefully neared the table, hesitantly making his way feeling like the world had flipped upside down.

"Hello," Jimin said, standing in front of the table while figuring what he needed to do next.

What was he even supposed to say now?

"Sorry I lied, Jungkook isn't a prince but I shall now throw away my worthless family for him because I want to live free."

Jimin took a deep breath even though the staring eyes he felt burn into his body scared him to death.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so he closed it again.

Jimin's eyes found Jungkook, who was staring at him with a dumb smile even though Jimin felt like he was making a fool out of himself.

He had to do this, Jimin thought, he had to be strong, he had to be brave, he had to take what he wanted.

Jimin came our of his petrified state and walked over to Jungkook with dermenited steps to grab the boy's hand.

Jungkook looked up at Jimin with wide eyes that seemed suprised. "What are you doing?" He asked quietly.

Jimin gulped and carefully let his eyes climb up to see some people staring and Yoongi looking as if he thought Jimin was crazy.

In all honstly Jimin had no idea what he was doing either. But for some reason that felt incredibly good, because it seemed like that didn't matter for once.

Jimin pulled Jungkook off his chair, and took one good look at the kind of people and the kind of life he'd be leaving behind before dragging the boy with him, realising he couldn't care less.

Jungkook wordlessly stumbled after Jimin, lips twitching up as he tried to supress a large smile.

The two men fled out of the diningroom into the maze of hallways up in firstclass.

Jimin wasn't saying anything, feeling like the contents of his pocket suddenly weighed a thousand pounds heavier.

"Jungook?" He suddenly said, sounding like he was having a mild panic attack.

"Yeah?" Jungkook answered curiously.

"What do you do for fun?" Jimin asked, still walking on as if he knew where he was going.

Jungkook didn't answer right away, feeling a little startled by the random question.

"You mean normally?"

"Yeah."

Jungkook's eyes focused on nothing a he thought. "Uhm, I travel... and draw."

Jimin's brows furrowed together. "What do you draw? Your surroundings?"

Jungkook smirked, a naughty glint sheening in his eyes. "You could say that..."