Chapter three: I open one door and there I was, in your heart.
Jungkook sets down his violin with sigh, brows pinched together in annoyance. He kept messing up this one note due to the fact someone was screaming at her servants. Queen Leana screeches at some poor handmaid for brushing her hair too harshly, and Jungkook's strings on his bow were just about snap from how tight he's tightened them.
With a calming sigh he sets the instrument and bow back in their box, shutting it closed ever so gently, and makes to change out of his night wear and into his everyday clothes. His servants, which had been standing quietly off to the side, heads bowed, jump into action.
Their fingers graze his skin like ghosts, barely there touches as the dainty hands of the women work to fasten and tie his clothes. His hair is brushed up and back, exposing his forehead and strong brows. Usually, his hair is parted to the side in a swooping motion, falling across his brow like a comma, but this style is bolder, makes him seem older and more mature. They're trying to make him seem more kingly in the absence of his father, he supposes as he takes in his appearance in the mirror.
His skin is milky white, much like his mother whom he takes after so much, and his lips were scrubbed free of dead skin to make them appear thicker and pinker.
His reflection looks tall and handsome, dark and smoldering. He looks hot, he thinks at the risk of sounding a tad narcissistic.
His mother's probably hoping some of their court's daughters will show today like they usually do and somehow manage to woo him.
With an eye-roll, Jungkook steps into his riding boots and slips into his suit jacket with the help of the maids which he murmurs his quiet thanks to.
The servants are like shadows as he leaves, melting into the background and staring pointedly at their toes until he's out the door and out of sight.
His suit is tighter around his legs today than usual, making his muscles a lot more apparent than usual, and his jacket feels a bit too tight around his arms when he flexes. Not by accident, if his mother has anything to do with this.
Jungkook's been summoned to the gardens today, his mother no doubt wanting to talk about his future plans and whom he desires to rule beside him and all that fun stuff. She'll probably make him drink tea and eat scones or something.
Jungkook steps out of the corridor and outside only to have to steer sharply to the left to avoid colliding with someone else. His eyes light up and his chest flutters with giddy excitement when he sees just whom he ran into. "Tae! We have got to stop running into each other like this," he gushes as smiles brightly. It's too open here to much more than that, but he certainly wishes he could.
"Yes! Kookie! Hi. Sorry I can't actually talk too long, I've just- baker stuff you know?" Taehyung raises the empty platters he'd been carrying and promptly breezes by him with nothing more than an apologetic smile, that's really more of a pained grimace, and eyes that sparkled just a bit too wet to be normal.
Confused, and honestly a little hurt by the interaction, Jungkook lowers his hand that had been bashfully scratching at his nape. He's always so shy and giddy around the baker, and usually so is Taehyung which is why he's so bewildered by the whole thing.
The crown prince sets off with one final look down the corridor his beau left down, walking much slower and subdued than before.
So it would be just his luck to run into yet another person on his way to meet the queen, this time right in the doorway to the greenhouse.
His mother's laughter, this time genuine (Jungkook can count on one had he's heard her laugh opening like that; it's honestly a lot scarier than her mean, cold, mocking one-), is what greets him a second before the door swings open and he's practically shoved to the ground by a big body.
His father's personal adviser lets out a squawk and scrambles to grab at jungkook's biceps in hopes of avoiding his impending doom. It doesn't do much, the man is scrawnier than a newborn deer, as clumsy as one too, but he's far heavier than Jungkook (not to mention he was caught by surprise) and they both end up tumbling into the muddy earth.
Great, the prince thinks as he lifts his left arm up and watches with dismay as trails of gooey (but somehow still runny?) mud drips from it. Ruined, his clothes are now ruined.
Today is just really looking up.
"Adviser Kwong, I'd like to ask why you are having semi-private meetings with my mother, the queen... But first I'd like to kindly request you get off of me, seeing as I am losing feeling in my legs and it is getting harder to breathe." The prince wheezes out, surprised by just how heavy the man really was. For how skinny and scrawny he was, he sure did weigh a lot.
Kwong scrambles off him with muttered apologies and tinted cheeks. "Right, now why were you with my mother just now?" He asks, standing up and trying to get as much of the mud off him as possible. He sounds much like a child right now, but he can't help it.
"How is that any of your-" Adviser Kwong starts sounding mildly annoyed and affronted but Jungkook cuts him off with dangerous glare and a raised eyebrow.
"Any of my business? Well, I don't know about you but that sounds awfully suspicious. Why be so defensive when you've got nothing to hide, Adviser Kwong? And it is my business, just as everything that goes on around here is, seeing as while my father is away I am acting in his place. Mother only holds so much power as queen, in reality it all falls down on my shoulders so I could very easily throw you out of here and I'm sure my father would have little trouble finding a new adviser, one more keen to sharing." He threatens lowly and the elder pales even as he levels him with a glare of his own.
"For your information, your royal highness, I was delivering a message to the queen from the king. Now, I'll be off seeing as I have other important things to do besides listen to little insolent children play pretend." Shocked, Jungkook just blinks at him with fury boiling under his skin. How dare he- "Oh, but I wasn't referring to you, my prince. I meant his little highness, Junghyun. He was playing pretend earlier, said he wanted to be a queen. How peculiar." With that he leaves with a wicked smirk and mud on his robes. What a pig, he thinks with an eye roll.
The moment he stepped in to the humid greenhouse, his mother glanced up and scoffed. "What are you doing? You're filthy! Honestly, you couldn't have put a little more care into your appearance? You're to be king some day, you can't be playing around in the mud like a child anymore." She criticizes over her teacup.
"For your information, father's adviser literally threw me into the mud when he left." Jungkook huffs out as plops down on the chair across his mother, the room smelled sickly sweet of lilacs and roses, and the heat of it all was sure to give him a headache.
His mother raises a sculpted eyebrow but says nothing as she pours out a cup of tea for him, pursing her lips when he drops in three cubes of sugar defiantly. "That was actually what I wanted to talk to you about," She starts off visibly holding her tongue when Jungkook reaches across the small circular table to grab a mini cake off it's tier. TAehyung made these, no way in hell is he going to pass them up, even if it means pissing off his mother.
He notes cupcakes with what looks like crumbled yakgwa on it and grabs for one of those too, mouth salivating. Taehyung's an angel.
"... Your father sent word that the war has progressed much faster than he imagined, and he has called for your assistance along with more troops. The western border is facing a great deal of strife, and he hopes with your aid he won't have to leave his position. He's already facing so much where he stands, he's about to be overworked I swear, that being said he can't give up anymore of his troops than he already has." She explains as if it were mundane weather she were speaking of, and not a fucking massive war.
"I've already told Adviser Kwong to send word that you'll do it. You're to leave within the month, whenever the king calls for you,"
Jungkook is floored. He can't breathe and he can't hear anything, it's like he's been dunked underwater and his senses are dulled. War. He's to go to war. He had assumed this could happen, he just hadn't thought it'd be so soon.
"In the meantime, I've called off all your studies besides your training and strategy classes. You can use your free time as you please, seeing as it may be the last break you'll ever have," Her voice is dark and ominous, but then she lets out that tinkling laugh, the eerily sweet one that sends shivers down everyone's spine and their hair raise in warning. "Oh, don't look so frightened, Jungkook. I merely meant you could become king when you return, and there are no breaks for a king." She assures but her eyes say something different.
It's like she expects him to fail. To die or surrender and fail his people… She doesn't even look all that off put by the thought, it's like she really doesn't care what happens to him or their country.
It's unnerving to say the least.
"Anyway, with that out of the way we can move onto much more interesting topics," She says as she sips from her tea, eyes sparkling over the rim. "Have you met anyone in court that fancies your eye? Perhaps that sweet girl, Dahyun? She's a bit odd, but you've never been drawn to the normal, I suppose. Her father owns quite a bit of land, too. Grows lots of grain and rices, too, could really help out the country."
"Hm." Is all the prince says, not looking at his mother. To be truthful, he had always thought of what it'd be like to come out to her. In fact, he'd been so upset that one morning, he'd cussed her out and talked big about fucking with men in front of her to prove a point…. But the truth is, he's terrified.
He's never really been intimate with anyone beyond kissing, and all his big smack about sucking someone off while getting plowed into from behind is purely brought up from Jackson's sailor mouth and stories, and the erotic tales he found in a secluded corner of the library.
They'd been hidden behind many books, but worn down and tattered from use. He noted that the maids always took care to dust and clean this area, so he can only imagine they're the ones who read them so often. It certainly explained the squealing and flustered looks he gets when he hugs Namjoon playfully or picks up his cousin just because he can.
He knows he wants to be with Taehyung for as long as he'll have him, which is why he's even more terrified what his mother would do if his little relationship was ever exposed. He thinks of the stable boy he'd liked back when he was a teen. How he had 'stolen' the queen's jewelry and was hung for it.
Jungkook doesn't like to think about how the boy didn't even have clearance up to the queen's chambers, limited only to the stables and servants quarters. He'd be caught climbing up all those stairs before he'd ever get into his mother's rooms to steal.
Jungkook doesn't like to think about what that indicates.
"Hm, so her 'famed' smile does not make up for the weird behaviour. Good. She's too unusual for a queen, I think. She should stick to being a Noblewoman or a duchess at best. What of Lady Kim?" She asks simply as she takes the smallest bite Jungkook's ever seen out of a pastry.
"Half the country is Kim, mother, you need to be more specific than that." He drawls, uninterested in the conversation and much more interested in watching the spider crawling up the rose bush besides his mother.
The queen huffs, annoyed but her cool mask doesn't shift past that. "Kim Yerim, of course. She's the perfect candidate for a queen. Elegant, kind but not naive, beautiful. She even supposedly had schooling equivalent to that of a princess when she was a child. Her parents paid extra for it." She raises an eyebrow as if to add some point to her statement, but Jungkook was too busy watching the spider crawl onto the bud of a rose, it's weight apparently a bit too heavy for the tiny, new-born (new-grown?) flower bud. It makes the flower droop dangerously low and near his mother's shoulder.
"I've never noticed much about her beyond she likes to read a lot. And she's very quiet." Jungkook supplies, licking the honey off his fingers and watching with rapt attention as the little (it's actually fairly big) spider scramble for purchase on the rose only to fall off and onto his mother's lacy shoulder.
Jungkook chokes on his tea, and some of it comes out of his nose which burns quite a lot. Sputtering, he watches with wide eyes as the spider scurries about on his mother's unsuspecting body.
Her mouth twitches and she brushes away a curl from her shoulder. "Well, even better. I'll send word to her father and ask for her to come visit sometime before the war. Maybe you two can bond over a walk by the ponds, or you can show her the hot springs if it's too cold out. It's still not nearly spring yet, but it will be soon. Might get as much use of out the warm waters before summer." She continues, occasionally brushing her hair, which had been in a delicate up-do with braids Jungkook doesn't even want to think about attempting to make, off her shoulder with a frown.
"God, these blasted curls keep tickling me, it's getting annoying," She huffs turning to look at where she assumed some rogue hair was brushing her skin only to find that little (rather, huge, actually) spider on her shoulder and let out a mighty scream.
She stands up, bringing the whole table with her, and knocks over cakes and her piping tea onto herself. She lets out another scream, desperately trying to get the spider off her while trying to keep her soaked, steaming dress skirt off her burned thighs.
Guards comes storming in, swords raised and stances ready to fight whomever or whatever was attacking the queen. They stop short and stare as Leana just continues screaming and brushing at herself even after the spider has fallen off her.
"Get it! Get it!" She shrieks, pointing at the spider that was running away from all the commotion, making a mighty effort to survive. In his head, Jungkook was silently rooting for the little arachnid to win.
The guards all jump into action, stamping on the ground and looking rather odd, keeping an eye out for the black dot. They've stomped on some tulips and other flowers in the process, but in the end the spider crawled under the door crack and outside.
Leana is seething when all is over with, her hair is messier from all her movement, and her dress, once white and baby pink, all lace and elegant and pretty, was absolutely ruined. A big brown stain from the tea and bright frosting and honey was smeared all across it.
"Well, at least we match now, Mother," Jungkook comments mildly, sipping his own cup of tea, which he'd hastily grabbed and successfully saved from being thrown across the room.
She sends him a withering glare, hands clenched and shaking. "This conversation is not over, Jungkook. You need to find a betrothed before too long, or else your father and I will pick one for you." She warns lowly before stomping out of the green house and into the windy, cold march air.
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Jungkook slumps against the cobblestone of his bath with a heavy sigh. These past few days have been so stressful, he thinks with a glare at the soapy waters. He feels very childish and petulant but he doesn't care at the moment. Today has been very confusing and maddening, especially. Taehyung was acting so weird, then Kowng and his stupid pug face, and to top it all off his mother and the betrothal issue. The spider incident was rather amusing, though.
It isn't even past noon and today is already so… so… so awful, he doesn't want to leave the bathes. To prove his point, the crown prince lowers himself into the water even more until the water reaches his nose and his legs threaten to float up to the surface.
He loves his tub almost as much as he loves the hot springs, he thinks idly, reaching to think of anything but war and today's events.
His bathtub is a big circle in the floor of his bathroom, the floors all cobblestone and dark, the tub as well. It's deep enough that he can fully submerge himself and wide enough he can swim laps and get tired.
It's filled with oils and soaps that smell heavenly and make him feel softer than a baby.
He didn't want to dirty the waters too much so he used the bucket in the corner of the room, scooped up some of the bath water and dumped it on himself to get most of the mud off him. It mostly worked but even now Jungkook can see some grass swirling in the water. He makes a face and scoots away from it.
Namjoon. He needs to speak with Namjoon, he thinks after a moment of blissful silence inside his head and outside, his only thoughts being the water is so nice, this is so nice and the only sound being the splash of him in the water and the birds outside.
He also needs to figure out a way to get his mother off his arse about finding a wife, while not outright saying no while also not saying yes. He doesn't quite know how to figure that out just yet, but nevermind that.
He scrubs at his body under the water before massaging his aching muscles as well. His training has been ruthless lately, Jackson's been pushing him harder and faster, and his muscles are certainly taking a toll because of it. He nearly cried trying to stand up from bed today, his thighs shaking and threatening to give out after the intensive workout the night prior.
He also needs to speak with Taehyung. And maybe Hoseok, see if he's heard anything more…
It's with a groan that the prince hoists himself up and out of the baths, hair dripping into his eyes and feet making a puddle. Every step he takes towards his robe is a loud slap of wet, and Jungkook jumps up and down, stomps his feet to get the squelsh, the smack of his wet feet on the concrete, feeling very much like a child. A happy child, but a child nonetheless.
He dries off quickly and wraps his robe around him, tying it loosely around his waist while he takes deep, calming breaths. In one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Out, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Hands grasp the gold handles and pull the doors open, stepping out into the much cooler bedroom in a puff of swirling steam.
The maids who offered to bathe him, which he had kindly declined, needing peace and quiet by himself, were all waiting with their heads bowed. On his bed sat his new outfit, just as lush and proper as before.
The deft hands once again ghost his skin, touching him while never really touching him. His hair is styled up in a princely manner and his shoes were shined. He adds in some simple hoop earrings (they make him feel edgy, okay?) and a couple rings with his family's crest before setting out to find Taehyung.
Or Namjoon…
Or Hoseok. Also his mother. Maybe Jackson to see if he can ease up on training for today? Ms. Lee to see about his violin, harp, cello and gayageum lessons (he's worried he's getting worse now that their lessons have been pushed aside).
And also take time to breathe, eat, maybe poop (fingers crossed), and sleep.
Okay, he can do this. Just one step at a time. And Taehyung is notably step one, unless he meets up with any of the others in the hallways, then he'd be step two.
Letting out a sigh, Jungkook pulls open his door and briskly walks out. The hallways are mostly empty, the occasional guard or servant bowing their heads in respect. He passes the ballroom only to backtrack when he sees Namjoon.
Deciding to put Taehyung on step two for now, he strolls in and almost plows his advisor over in his haste. Huh, Jungkook did not know he was going that fast.
"Shit, sorry, here- let me just-" Jungkook pulls him up by his forearm, the gangly man looking all rumpled and floundering in his sea of robes. A couple scrolls fall out of his sleeves and he hastily shoves them back inside.
"Jungkook," He breathes out, hair standing up and cheeks tinted pink. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," He holds up a scroll and waves it. "These just came in last night and I was going to get you to speak about it but this works as well, I suppose." He shrugs and fiddles with his robes. Namjoon looked worse for wear, his eyes red-rimmed and his hair looked as if it hadn't been brushed in a couple days. His clothes Jungkook realizes, now that they were fixed back in place, were covered in ink splotches and had been what he'd worn yesterday.
"Right, shall we head someone more privet?" The crown prince offers, already turning to leave only to see his advisor staring blankly at the floor.
Jungkook frowned in concern when Namjoon seemed to jolt out of his thoughts at the sound of his voice. He whipped his head up and gave the younger a small, sad smile.
"Hm? Oh, yes, of course."
The two make their way to the libraries, selecting a secluded area in the back to sit. No one really comes in here, it's mostly just servants who come in periodically to clean.
"I came to find you to let you know that Prince S-SeOk-cHiN," Namjoon's voice was scratchy and he stumbled over the name. He cleared his throat and continued on looking embarrassed. "Kim Seokjin of Seocheon has asked to visit, and your mother has already accepted. He's coming down just days before you leave." Namjoon whispers, voice feeling pressured to be as such in the almost silent room.
"What?" Jungkook whispers back, eyes wide and bulging. "What do you mean? Why?"
"Rumor has it he's bringing along his little sister, Kim Jisoo. Wants to form an alliance with you two. " He looks left and right before leaning in even closer, "Via marriage."
"Fuck," why hadn't his mother thought to bring this up during their little chat over tea? It didn't make sense, unless the arrangement happened like, immediately afterwards or something. But still, it's odd.
"Yeah, fuck. Especially now that I know your… Preferences, and how you've got a new… Friend." Jungkook blushes and averts his gaze.
"I was meaning to talk to you about that,"
"Don't. It's okay. I was a little upset the first night, but I've been watching you and I can see you two really care for eachother." Namjoon says with a lopsided smile. "It's none of my business whom you spend your time with, I suppose. At least, to an extant."
"Thank you." Jungkook says with a smile of his own. "But. How do you suppose we… diffuse the issue? Avoid all of this, I mean?"
Namjoon purses his lips in thought, brows furrowed. His brown hair was styled up and off his forehead so Jungkook could see the lines form on his forehead as he furrowed his brows.
"Well, to be frank, my prince… I don't really think there is anything you can do…" The advisor looked uncomfortable saying this, like he was ashamed he couldn't give any real hope.
"What? But Namjoon! I don't want to marry some stranger just for-"
"Jungkook, I know you don't. But there isn't much you can do. You can't avoid marriage forever, you're a prince! You need someone to rule beside you." The elder said with a stern look. His gaze softened when Jungkook sniffled (much like the overgrown child he is). "Look, Namjoon your advisor says you have to put your country and people first. You have to give up your personal desires and needs in this lifestyle for the better of your people…" Jungkook petulantly looked off to the side but he knew the other's words rang true. It's what he's been taught his whole life. It's only recently that he's been questioning it.
"But," The prince glanced up in surprise, he'd assumed that was all there was to this talk. Suck it and marry the girl. Suck it up and be a good king. "Namjoon your friend, he says that you should be allowed to be selfish sometimes. You've lived your whole life being selfless, gave up your childhood the second you sat on that throne. I think you deserve to be happy for once, Kook. Love like this- from what I've seen, at least- it... It doesn't come too often," Namjoon tears his gaze away and smiles sadly at the oak table. "Don't let it slip by. Fight for it, tooth and nail. Or else you'll regret it forever."
Something made Jungkook think the man was talking from experience, which was absurd to the boy for Namjoon had only ever been with him since he was a child, and he's been nothing but brotherly to him. The distant, sad look in the elder's eyes as he stared at the table made him keep his mouth shut and not push the subject, though.
"Really?" He asked, hopeful, instead. His eyes sparkled and Namjoon felt his chest squeeze with fondness.
"Yes, really. Just. Just be careful, like I said, and try to figure out a way to achieve it all, kook. Love and your duties as crown prince." Namjoon pleaded, and even though the raven haired boy haven't a clue how to do such a thing, he still nodded eagerly.
Namjoon blew out a breath of hesitant relief before moving onto another topic. They stay inside the library long into the afternoon, not emerging until dinnertime.
Jungkook lets out a groan when he realizes he's spent yet another day without talking to his Baker Boy, and nearly wants to tear his hair out because of it.
It doesn't help when he spies the boy helping with bringing out dinner. Taehyung's hair had gotten longer since he'd seen him, just barely falling into his eyes in little waves. He made eye contact with him for all of two seconds before looking down at his hand that was placing a plate of food in front of the queen. Jungkook tried to subtly get his attention, but the baker was stubborn.
He didn't even acknowledge him when he placed Jungkook's food in front of him, the usual fish and rice. He merely nodded when Jungkook thanked him, and brushed away the crown prince's ghost of a touch on his thigh.
Junghyun kicked at Jungkook underneath the table, clearly picking up on the tension between the two and gave him a weird look.
He glances at their mother before mouthing what's wrong with you two?
Jungkook shrugged back with wide eyes. He saw Taehyung leaving and in a moment of panic at the thought of not talking to him, stood straight up. He knocked his thigh into the table painfully, shaking it and causing some sauce to spill over.
Everyone was looking at him now, his mother, her advisor in the corner, Junghyun, Namjoon and the servants. He tried not to blush as he all but screeched that he needed to use the restroom before racing off.
Luckily enough for him, TAehyung hadn't walked far and he caught up with the boy quickly. He grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a closet filled with buckets and brooms. Taehyung let out a quiet gasp of surprise but came willingly enough.
"J-Jungkook, what-"
"Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something to upset you?" Jungkook asked, fingers subconsciously squeezing Taehyung's wrist. The baker blinked owlishly at him, not saying uttering a word as he watches the prince run his fingers through his hair and breathe out deeply. "PLease, just tell me what I did wrong, so I can fix it! I've missed you like crazy these past few days and I just want you to even look at me for longer than five seconds. To look at me without seemingly like you're going to burst into tears any moment. Please, tell me what I did wrong so I can even just hug you again,"
"Jungkook you didn't. You didn't do anything wrong, Kookie." Taehyung sighs, slumping against the wall and nibbling on his bottom lip. "It was actually your mother."
It was as if someone had dumped cold water on him, he jolted so bad. "What? What did she do? How did she know- no, never mind that, what did she say?"
"Well, she wasn't even really talking to me… I was just dropping off her pastries with her tea when she started talking to her advisor… About, um. Well, about you marrying a beautiful girl soon. Said she had it all planned out, had so many options." Taehyung scratches at his nape, eyes downcast as he gives a weak chuckle.
"It just really upset me for some reason. I know I said I didn't care if we had to hide but… I don't know I guess I never really thought hard and long about what that meant for me. Us. And hearing your mother talk about all your beautiful, potential, wives was just a slap to the face. It reminded me the harsh truth that I'd have to share you with someone else. That I'd never truly have you. Completely and fully." He sighs and he looks so crestfallen it breaks Jungkook's heart.
"Taehyung," He starts but doesn't know how to proceed. They both knew, or so he thought, that this was always going to happen. Sure, Jungkook could put it off but only for so long before his mother takes hold of the reigns completely. He was so sure Taehyung understood they could never be together publicly, could never be together like that.
"No, don't, it's okay. I-I took some time to think on it all, and I realized that even if it hurts me to see you with someone else that I still want to be with you. As selfish as that is. I just, I like you a lot and I don't want to give you up, at least not completely. If you'll still have me, that is." Taehyung breathed out weakly as he finally (finally!) looked up and into the prince's eyes.
"Of course I still want to be together with you, Taehyung. That's literally why I ran out of the dining hall declaring the need to use the restroom and chased after you." Jungkook scoffs and Taehyung giggles a little. It's like music to Jungkook's ears. He's missed this.
Taehyung wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him in for a deep kiss.
Jungkook runs his hands up Taehyung's arms and turns his head to deepen the kiss, Taehyung making a cute whining sound when he slips his tongue in his mouth. They kiss for a while but eventually they have to pull apart. "I'm burning some sweet buns right now for you," He teases as Jungkook tries to tame his hair after Taehyung had run his fingers in it and messed it up.
The prince opens his mouth to make a teasing remark when suddenly a loud alarm blares throughout the air. The loud toll of bells signifying someone was approaching the gates, and was being let inside.
"That's strange," Jungkook mutters out as they step out of the closet and head to the large windows. "I wonder who that could be,"
His question was answered when the gate finally pulled up and Jungkook could see the small flag flying over the carriage. A phoenix. Kim Seokjin has arrived early, and with him was his, presumably, betrothed.
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A/N:
this chapter was completely unbetta'd. I'm taking like, didn't even add the italics back kinda unbetta'd but I really felt bad for not updating so sorry for that!
Hello! So very, terribly sorry for not posting this sooner, but I was actually in Europe for a class for a couple weeks (it was pretty spontanious on my teacher's part. Kinda wish I'd had more warning but what can you do I guess) and didn't have time! Also, can I just say that Dionysus and Home are my two favorite tracks in the album, they're so good I love them oof
Fun news! I'm actually leaving for Chicago to see BTS live! I've never seen them preform live before, AND I've never been to a concert before so it's like two new experiences in one! Super excited aaah! I leave at 4 am for the airport the 11th, and I won't be home until the 18th so most likely no updates during then. No promises that I'll write any, either, seeing as I'll be with friends and family I haven't seen in a long time while I'm up there and I might forget to.
That being said no set date for any updates, but hopefully before May ends! (like, that's just a crazy long time for a chapter to come out)...
Next chapter the plot thickens and lots more interactions between our boys! Kissing! Hugging! Kissing! Cuddling! CryiNg? Who knows! Also, can't wait for you guys to finally meet Seokjin oof uwu
That's all for now and once again, sorry for taking so long to update! Let me know your thoughts, or favorite track(s) on the album! See you all later, hugs~
-MC