Fallen Kingdom || •MYG + KSJ• ✔️

Thy Kingdom Come

Jimin tilted his head, and Jin shrugged him off as he strolled through the streets of his new home. There were patterns sketched into each tile beneath his feet, but they were almost impossible to decipher with all the scorch marks covering them. Maybe a sun, or a moon. Jin couldn't tell, and he didn't have the time to either.

His ambassador wouldn't leave him alone, much to his dismay. Jimin had asked a million questions about the man in the cave. Jin just got back from his little visit with Yoongi, and his pant legs were soaked from the encounter with the waterfall. So Jin was wet, miserable, and defeated all thanks to a waterfall and one man asking about the title 'prince'. It was an innocent question, yet in so many ways, it wasn't. Jin wasn't sure how to describe it, but he felt his heart sink whenever he thought about it. So, he went to Jimin and let out a huff.

"If you ask me one more question about the man in the cave, I'm gonna start asking questions about your wife's cooking skills," Jin said.

"Alright-"

"With her next to me, listening to your answers."

"Shit," he mumbled, Jin motioning with his head for Jimin to follow him, and he did. They went to Commander Jung, who had his helmet off and on a wooden table while his hands were folded together behind his back. Where they were standing seemed like an old trading post, or a marketplace. A flag was burnt, only half of it there. Little checkers of black and gold were sewn into what was left of the fabric.

The table itself was pretty sturdy considering the rest of the kingdom looked like a shit show. Any goods that may have been sold there were gone, however. So much for extra supplies. Actually, that wasn't true. There was a lot in the castle. Commander Jung and Councilor Kim went there to investigate. Namjoon insisted on going in case there were any other survivors that needed help. Namjoon was the voice of reason, after all.

Ambassadors and Councilors had similar jobs, only Jimin worked more closely with Jin than Namjoon did back when their kingdom was still standing. Jimin was like Jin's personal diplomat while Namjoon was the kingdom's. Jimin handled all the messes Jin got himself into, and Jin was grateful for that. That was why he felt the need to tease Jimin about his redhead wife who was probably stealing cheese from the food supply again. She was literally a mouse. On the bright side, she often joined hunting teams to make up for the cheese she stole. Or, more accurately, Jimin stole the cheese for her because he wanted her to be happy, and she felt bad about taking it from him. Those two were obnoxiously in love. It was annoying. When would it be Jin's turn?

Speaking of people in love, Jungkook, Jin's spy, was walking with the same man from before. He halted by Commander Jung's side, and the two shared a few words in hushed tones before Jungkook began his journey again. Jin, however, had enough of this guessing game and waved to the spy.

Jungkook came over, his man by his side, and he dipped his head. "My prince, how can I help you?"

"Sorry Jungkook, I don't really care about you," Jin said.

"Ouch."

"I want to know more about this mystery man you're talking to." Jin pointed to the one by his side, and he hid himself behind Jungkook, grabbing the taller man's shoulder with both his hands. Ah, a shy one. That made sense, Jungkook was shy too. He had a funny way of showing it, though.

"This is my friend."

"Friend?" Jin asked, Jungkook taking the man's hand and huffing.

"You're not dropping this, are you?"

Jin smiled. "Never."

"His name is Gguk, he's a friend of mine from the kingdom. He saved me when the time came, and he pulled me from the fires. Dragged me to safety. I'm grateful for him, and I hope you don't make him do anything dangerous, otherwise I'll punch you."