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Chapter 11. # Decanter

Jimin was extremely worried when the prince didn't talk to him for two days straight. All he wanted was to get a few words out of him, but he could only push the boundaries so much. He returned to his room after knocking on Jungkook's room and plopped down on the bed, sweating through his shirt. The fear of the unknown was clawing up at him and he was now losing his mind when his room was knocked gingerly. 

This was the knock he recognized. 

Jimin sprang up to his feet and opened the door in a blur. There stood Jungkook, looking like a blooming flower of the early morning dew, in his tea-green overalls. Jimin's heart stopped. 

"Where are your manners?" Jungkook raised his brows.

Stepping aside while calming his breath, Jimin stepped aside, letting the younger man in. "You haven't shown me yourself for two days," he spoke softly and looked at Jungkook walking up to the bed as though he owned everything. 

"Are you complaining?" Jungkook asked, smiling to the ground softly, but there was a gleam of sorrow in his eyes, perhaps reflecting his heart's condition.

Jimin was left tongue-tied to answer. 

"Sit with me, Park Jimin," Jungkook asked and motioned with the jut of his chin. 

Jimin now took the chair, carrying it along to settle in front of the prince. The two sat alone in the room while the breeze softly blew in through the open windows. There was silence as they breathed in it, chests upheaving softly, minds fuzzy with many thoughts, hearts thick with numerous emotions. Their gazes connected with each other, throats moving as they kept gulping. Jungkook's hand at last raised up as he touched near Jimin's corner of the lips. "You still have a blue mark from when I hit you."

Jimin wanted to hold the hand and kiss it, trailing his lips all the way up to the prince's shoulders and pushing him back on the bed. He shuddered. He didn't let his mind envision what he really wanted to do, because even in his thoughts, he respected the prince and wouldn't do anything without his consent. 

"I apologize for my behavior. You didn't deserve it. But I hope you heal well."

Jimin now gently palmed Jungkook's soft one, bringing it down across his chest. He shook his head a little before sniffling, regulating through the overwhelming emotions. "You never have to apologize to me."

"I do too."

Jungkook didn't pull his hand from the soft grasp. They just breathed softly, looking at each other until the prince smiled and Jimin multiplied it. "If it isn't too much to ask, I want to take you to someplace."

"Anywhere, prince."

Jungkook pointed his eyes at his palm that was securely held between Jimin's palms, making the man realize that he had to let go.

"I am driving." Jungkook jerked up, looking down at Jimin.

"Prince," Jimin called. "Ask me to behead myself, but I can't sit in the car idly while you drive. Please don't put me in a dilemma." He urged while a soft smile kept playing on his lips. 

"What's with you countrymen? Willing to give your lives just like that," Jungkook shook his head, rolling his eyes that Jimin found extremely endearing. "In the city, no one nearly cared about anyone. I felt that those people lacked hearts, but now I realize they are much happier because they don't care."

"What's the purpose of life if there's no love in it, prince? If there's someone willing to die for you and you are willing to do the same for them, you have succeeded in life." Jimin protested, disagreeing with the prince. 

"Emotional fools," Jungkook pointed at Jimin's chest, laughing amusedly. "That's what they call people like you. Emotional fools."

"They don't get to judge us for no lack of emotions." Jimin raised his brow, making Jungkook's lips stretch wider and wider.