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Chapter 6. # Oath

Jungkook accepted water from Jimin's hands, who crouched on the floor, meeting the prince's gaze. The dried blood made the counselor's face look more brawny than usual. Taking a few careful gulps with poise, Jungkook prompted his hand towards the man. "If you discuss anything that happened here, not only you will face execution, your family will be boycotted for the next three generations of the kingdom. Leave."

"Forgive my sin of not obeying you, prince. But I am not leaving without demonstrating something." Jimin's gaze was locked into the big, innocent eyes as he expressed himself.

"You do realize that you are talking to a prince outside of your turn. You aren't allowed to speak to royalty without being spoken to, let alone show up here as you please," Jungkook reeled off, taking offense at how Jimin kept looking at him and speaking to him without seeking any permission.

"I saw you," Jimin abraded. "I saw you in the hotel room when your curtain fell off and I know."

The eyes that had an arrogance and then fury, now cowered with fear. "W-what do you mean?"

"I know you are in love with a man. Although I wasn't invited into your castle by your father for me to possibly see that, please trust me, it was purely a bad coincidence. I now know that you are suffering and I want to tell you that you are not alone in this," Jimin soothed, missing the warmth of the younger prince in his arms from merely a few moments ago, but he knew his place so he'd never cross any limit.

"I don't understand what you are saying," Jungkook grumbled, denying the fact.

"I know that you fancy other men," Jimin ameliorated. "But there's nothing wrong with admitting that. I do too." He gushed quickly before the prince slapped him, or worse, broke down again.

"H-how dare you to accuse a prince of such criminality?" Jungkook raised his voice, standing up and putting his right foot over Jimin's crouched shoulder. "Are you dense? Not afraid of dying?"

"I have promised your father I'd help you, but I can't if you keep refusing your problems."

"I have no problem!" The prince snarked, pushing the older's body with his foot and looking at him, maintaining his balance. "If there's anyone in this room with a serious issue, it's you. Get out now."

"Please hear me out, prince. I am here to help you."

"If you don't get out right this instant, I will hurt you."

"You can hurt me, but please, my prince. Please hear me out."

"I SAID, GET OUT!"

When Jimin saw the prince undergoing necrosis of some sort because his veins bulged on the forehead, he had to assume that if Jungkook didn't harm him, he'd harm himself. "Okay, please calm down, your royalty. I am leaving."

**

Jungkook looked at the time and an hour had passed. All he needed now was a shoulder to cry on. Did father suspect me of this? Did he put Jimin up to this? He must have. Otherwise, how would Jimin know where I was staying? Is Jimin a spy? Will he tell father everything? Why now? If he wanted, he could have told my father a month ago. Did father give a command to the hotel to allow him to stay here? Is this why my command was overruled?

Jungkook found himself sitting on the same edge for half an hour as more and more questions emerged in his mind and the delay in the arrival of his lover made him furious. Thirty minutes turned to sixty and then one hundred and twenty, there was no sign of anyone.

"Did Jimin tell my father? Did my father kill him?" The prince scurried out of his room and looked around frantically. All the room doors were open, except one at the end of the corridor. Sauntering towards it, he impatiently banged his hands on the door.