The rebel crown prince Jeon Jungkook, starts to feel something special towards the slave dancer Park Jimin.
Two of them living in completely different worlds. While the crown prince of Seoulvenia, Jeon Jungkook, wants freedom from his entitled roya...
Jungkook mumbled the name few times while looking at the photos Jin sent to him.
The young prince didn't realise he had a hazy smile on his lips while he was mumbling Jimin's name and looking at his photos.
"Jimin" "It means 'Beautiful Person'..."
Staring at the photos for few minutes, he smiled clearly.
'Well, it suits him...'
His eyes started to waver as he was genuinely very tired from the long day. Since the morning he couldn't catch a blink because of all the fuss of the celebration.
He started to fall a sleep with his phones in his hands; on the screen Jimin's picture was still visible.
But soon he was woken up by the vibrating phone.
"AH! FUCK!" Jungkook frowned.
'Who the fuck is messaging at this hour? Aren't they tired from the party!?'
He checked the phone with his eyes still closed in half, and seeing who messaged him at that hour made him even more irritated.
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The conversation with Irene threw Jungkook off.
He was in a comparatively good mood, but after chatting with Irene he was back at the sour mood he had that morning. He was feeling sleepy just a moment ago, but it's all gone now.
Many thoughts crossed his mind after that.
'Am I bad person for behaving like this to her?'
'But I trusted her. And she- she lied to me.'
'About my mom....'
He could only sigh thinking about all the things from the past and present. It was too much after the tiring day he had.
Jungkook covered his head with his hand, with his phone still in his hands.
'Should I talk to her?' . .
The more he thought about the matter, the more conflicted he felt.
Without coming to any conclusion, the crown prince aggressively turned off his phone and threw it on the sofa that was quite far away from the bed he was lying on. But the phone landed on the sofa perfectly.
