"No," he crouched down with me, "you have hope!"
A story where Nakamura Minami finds solace in the place where she least expects it.
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Completed
Started: June 16th 2020
Finished: May 30th 2021
previous title: A story without "once upon a time"
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REEE YALL I WROTE THIS CHAPTER ALL IN ONE SITTING WITHIN THE SPAN OF LIKE AN HOUR SJIFJWEIO SORRY IF ITS BAD I JUST DID A SCIENCE REFRACTION DOCUMENT GOD HELP ME ANYWAY I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH MWAHHHHH
HAVE THIS POORLY PHOTOSHOPPED JESTER JUNGKOOK I SPENT 2 HOURS ON
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Kim Seokjin, as it turned out, made Jeon Jungkook's meager travel belongings look as abundant as corn in Iowa. He had absolutely nothing save for the clothes on his back and his pretty face.
Jungkook rubbed at his temples, 'You're telling me, you arrived here back on Earth just a few days ago and managed to survive with just some cosplay suit?'
Seokjin huffed, 'Respect your elders! Kids these days, so damn rude. I also have...this!'
From his coat pocket (which Jungkook saw absolutely none), he brandished a sketchpad, comedically larger than his coat could ever fit.
The Jester shook his head. His horse was still thirsty, he still had this maniacal girl, and now another lunatic was about to join his party. Elysian, on the other hand, marveled at the sight.
'Could it be?! A real-life person with a sketchbook! Oh, do draw us a glass of water! If not for the grumpy clown over there, then for his poor stallion, surely!'
The prince's plump lips turned downward in hesitation, '...I apologize, but...this is very valuable to me. I'm afraid I can't do anything for you unless you do something for me.'
Jungkook snorted, 'My, quite selfish, are we?'
Seokjin sputtered, 'Ex-excuse me?'
'You're excused,' Jungkook replied cooly.
Without waiting for a response, he continued, 'My poor horse is dying. My clothing is tattered, and my voice is hoarse. We're on the verge of death, I do daresay.'
The Jester sauntered around the prince, white, against black, black, against white, his aura coiling around Seokjin's neck like a python, 'If...we were to die...and the royal court guards are out for my blood for failing to retrieve what I was asked to retrieve...would you be responsible for it? Would you be able to live our deaths down and sleep soundly afterward? I know I would if our roles were switched. But would you?'
