Dimensions || taekook

Chapter 2

"Follow me, commoner. I shall show you around the castle."

Jungkook didn't know if he should be scared or happy about these words, it was as if his life had suddenly taken a one hundred and eighty degree-turn and quite frankly, his brain did not know how to cope with that.

He had his whole life planned out, well, more or less. He would enter his senior year in high school, actually gain the motivation to study and graduate high school with a 4,0 GPA and at least 97/100 points.

Okay, okay, maybe that was a tad unrealistic, considering the underwhelming amount of time he put into his studies. There were definetely more enjoyable ways to spend your free time. But he'd be able to at least get a 3,0 with 80/100 points, right?
However, he'd enter a good university (not necessarily highly prestigious ones like SNU, a normal one was enough) and get a nicely paid job to live his life and feed his future kids.

Unfortunately, it seemed as if his entire plan of the future had just been entirely shattered right in front of him, the cause being stupid rose-and-thorn-covered weeping willows standing inside the damn forest. No, the thing that'd made him screw up was that damn deer having the audacity to jump right in front of him and his bike.

And now, his entire fate depended on a gorgeous blueberry-haired crown prince of some highly preposterous fairytale-like kingdom called Elysium. God seemed to hold a deep grudge against him, in case he actually existed.

Please, tell me this is a dream. No, a nightmare disguised as a dream.

He pinched his forearm harshly, hoping to wake up in the forest with his face splattered with dirt and Yoongi and Yugyeom shaking him awake and smiling teary-eyed in relief as they saw his eyelids flutter. However, nothing of that sort happened and when he blinked his eyes, he was still inside the beautiful bedroom, seated on the crown prince's throne-like chair. And speaking of him, said prince was examining his face closely as if he expected him to say something world-changing. Jungkook wanted to scream.

"Fucking damn it," he muttered, his hand subconsciously balling itself into a fist and his head slightly banging against the back of the chair in frustration.
"I beg your pardon?"

The brunette groaned quietly, frustrated at himself and the rest of the world. "Sorry. I meant- uhm- sure?" He tried to smile, but the crown prince looked at him so grimly that he simply let it be. Perhaps he would spontaneously find some sort of exit that could lead him back? He surely hoped so. However, no matter what, everything was better than death to him. Was there even the slightest chance of hope that he would ever be able to escape?

"Well. You may stand up and escort me, then. Jimin, please gather the guards and lead them away from my chambers and the corridors, if you happen to see any. I do not wish for him to be seen, or he might be delivered to my father within one single glance. He does look like a tedious burglar, after all. He ought to be dressed more appropriately once we return. In the meantime, the dirty footprints shall be cleaned off my balcony floor. Come," Taehyung demanded, making Jungkook internally scoff.

I look like a tedious burglar, huh? Well guess what, crown prince? You look... fucking beautiful. But ugh, that's not the point!

His frustrating train of thoughts was interrupted by the blueberry-haired male who, all of a sudden, held his bicep and motioned him to start walking to which he complied blindly, with his lips parted in shock. Would he ever be able to process what was currently happening? Probably not.

So, he left the gold-purple-pink-ishly glowing room to see a deserted corridor, arched beautifully with few also arched doors leading to different curious rooms, the ceilings painted with ancient-looking but breathtakingly structured and detailed paintings, mostly roses of all shapes and sizes, connected by vines embellished with gold, silver and bronze thorns. Something about this looked extremely familiar to him.