Dimensions || taekook

Chapter 1

Jungkook flinched as he turned around in shock, towards where his ears had picked up the scream.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my chambers, intruder?! I am summoning the guards!," a male's voice screeched loudly, and that was when the brunette laid eyes upon the person who had just entered the room.

His jaw dropped once again.

Was this person even real? Was he hallucinating? There was no way a living, breathing human being could be this gorgeous.

In front of him stood a boy with soft hair the shade of freshly plucked blueberries, his skin glowing gold as the evening sun and smooth as butter, lips so rosy pink and enticing it was hardly possible to keep his eyes off them. The one thing that mesmerized him even more were his eyes: big and wide, the softest shade of toffee brown, sparkly and fringed with long and thick eyelashes. And currently, widened out of shock with a glint of anger surging through them.

It took a while for Jungkook to recompose himself and recall what the boy had said, feeling his heart pound wildly as soon as he remembered the word 'guards'. Was he being serious right now? Guards? As in, people who guarded this room? Was it precious?

Did he accidentally break into some kind of expensive film set? It was the only plausible explanation for this crazy place, alone the room he was currently standing in looked as if Midas personally had paid a visit and sprayed it with heaps and heaps of glitz and gold, everything seemed to shimmer blissfully and he couldn't even start describing the furniture. It seemed almost unreal.

"I-I," he then stammered. "I don't know what's going on. A-Are you real? Is this real? Wh-Who are you?" Normally, he would've responded with a horribly cheesy pick up line when seeing a boy this beautiful (Like "Are you from France? Because Eiffel for you," or "Are you Google? Because you're everything I've been searching for.") but there was something so intimidating in the strange boy's blazing gaze that led him into not doing anything except for goggling at him and stammering like a broken record.

The blue-haired male scoffed, stomping towards him with huge steps which definetely had him panicking, especially when he grabbed the hem of the brunette's leather jacket as soon as he stood in front of him. "You have the audacity to ask me who I am, standing inside my chambers of our palace? Do you not recognize your own crown prince? Are you not from the village?," he snapped.

If Jungkook hadn't been confused before, he definetely was now.

Chambers? Palace? Village? Crown prince? Why was he talking as if he were an actual prince living in an actual palace? This was nothing but a simple movie set, right? Was this guy on drugs? Or too immersed into his role?

"L-Listen," he tried to explain. "I have no idea what I'm doing here or who you are. I rode my bike yesterday evening and it rained and everything was a mess, so I passed out in the woods and all of a sudden, I found this place. I'm hurt and wanted to ask around for help so I ended up climbing the ladder up to here and I promise you, I don't mean any harm. Please go ahead and shoot your movie, all I need is a doctor." He could feel the beautiful boy's grip on his jacket slightly loosen, the rage inside his orbs turning into plain confusion and his eyebrows furrowing.

"Woods... Movie?... A commoner?," he whispered almost inaudibly after a short while of pin-drop silence. He then cleared his throat, looking at Jungkook reprovingly. "You will sit down and report to me exactly how you got into my chambers and this kingdom. I am sick of spies playing games with me. Do not bother attempting to flee, I have men guarding every single corner of this castle," he ordered, dragging him towards a rose-golden chair that practically resembled a mini-throne. Being forced to walk with his injured ankle, the brunette gritted his teeth.