° TRUST ME , FORGIVE ME °

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A sudden pair of arms wrapping around his waist from the back startle the black-haired Crown Prince while he was standing in the chilly air outside in the balcony of his room.

He didn't really react like he should've due to his warrior instincts. He would have only if he did not knew that the pair of delicate arms belonged to a certain blonde-haired Prince.

He knows it. He just does.
Don't ask how.

"Yoongi-hyung?", he mumbles softly as he presses his cheek more into the broad back of the older Prince.

The older exhales softly. "Jimin.", he too murmurs softly.

The older was just wearing a thin robe over his pants. His skin was cold from the chilly wind that was blowing, he had not noticed it though. Not until the sudden warmth from the younger's body that engulfed him.

He moves one of his hands and places it above the hands of the younger that were intertwined on his stomach. Jimin's lips curve instantly as the older's surprisingly warm hand engulfs his hands from above.

Yoongi could practically feel Jimin smiling. His robe was thin - almost sheer and he could feel the outline of his plump plushy lips curved against his back along with the warm breath of the younger as he breathes.

"It's cold, hyung. You should at least wear a warmer robe.", Jimin whispers softly, not wanting to break the peaceful silence that prevails.

He places his chin on the other male's shoulder as he stands slightly on his tiptoes to adjust with the height of his fiance to peek a glance at his handsome face.

"I'm alright."

Were the only words that left the mouth of the older in a clipped tone before the conversation ended for the moment.

Jimin purses his lips. He doesn't understand what's the problem with Yoongi.

This was exactly what happened that morning too. Jimin had slept in Yoongi's room that night as the older had insisted for him to stay. Truth be told he didn't know when and how he fell asleep but yeah, he did. That too in the arms of older who cuddled him close to his chest.

He had woken up to the sweetest sight of Yoongi lying on his stomach beside him with one of his arms around Jimin's waist in a firm grip while he looked so ethereal sleeping beside him. That too with a pout on his lips and messy hairs that made him almost drool and coo at the same time.

A whole damn zoo was jumping up inside Jimin's tummy.

But everything had shattered like it was some damned piece of his imagination when Yoongi had woken up, looking all confused and when Jimin told him that he was the one that asked him to stay, he looked surprised. Even shocked, as if it was such a big thing to do.

It wasn't the first time the both had shared the bed. They have slept in each other's rooms many times, nothing more than that though. The older had panicked and saying he had a discussion afterwards with the ministers, ran to the restroom and slammed the door shut.

Without even wishing Jimin a good morning or even a kiss. Not even on the forehead.

Yes, Jimin likes it when Yoongi kisses him and it's no crime nor a matter of shame if he yearns for it.

After going in, he did not come out until fifteen minutes later when Jimin had given up waiting and gone away slamming the door shut, signalling he was finally gone and Yoongi could quit hiding behind those closed doors.

"Do we have any ceremony to do in the next three days? Mother was talking about some dance practice before the actual ceremony.", he asks.

Yoongi nods slowly, trying to remember what was told to him. "Yeah, it's the tomorrow and day after tomorrow. We have to practice the dance before performing it at the ceremony as the new couple. We will have a final retrial of it the day after that too, in the morning and the next day is the wedding itself.", he replies shortly after a few seconds moving his head towards his right to see Jimin's face that was resting on his broad shoulders.