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• Paris, France •
The beret sitting on his head, hair tucked in and the round glasses on his nose, the young lord was convinced that he looked nothing but a common Parisian if not for the Black clothed Korean Prince who was with him. The man was a standing milestone for women and so was he.
That being proved by how many women had been coming to ask them if they lived there. No, they didn't. But Taehyung's answer had been different.
"We are on business here."
He had said in a French accent with his deep voice going two octaves down deliberately making the man sitting across him to snicker. Vante had just told him to fuck off with his ginger beer and not to make him lose time.
"Please tell me you didn't come along because you were deprived of your Casanova needs." The young monarch across him spoke making Taehyung's eyebrow to quirk at him.
"I have better duties to fulfil rather than pleasuring women." He said, rolling his eyes at him.
Like keeping an eye on the dumb beauty who was with them.
"Yeah like what?" He was asked.
"Like staying stand-by for the Hanguk Prince while he gets on a leisure stroll out in the streets of Paris."
"Okay, so I am the duty." Jungkook nodded at him chuckling.
"You are my best friend Kookie." He said making the said man's face morph into one of disgust.
"Stop right there. Do not continue." He commanded making Vante snigger at him in the amusement of making anyone flustered. Even the Korean Monarch.
"Chill, dear Prince. I won't kiss you. I don't kiss men." He said making the other shake his head at him.
"They kiss me."
That was enough to make choke Jungkook on his beer.
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