Fallen Kingdom || •MYG + KSJ• ✔️

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Jin followed the dark haired boy out of the cave, leaving Yoongi behind albeit reluctantly. The prince would admit he had developed a soft spot for the fallen king, but Jin's kingdom came first. He was already enough of a failure, and his people had suffered enough. He had to prioritize them no matter his personal feelings. Especially since Jungkook said the most terrifying words Jin had heard in a long time, and he wasn't prepared for the answers he was about to receive.

"Debrief me," Jin said in a pant as they ran through the water, hopping out the other side. Jungkook's sword was dangling by his side, likely because Jimin recruited him to the mission Jin assigned. But that was out the window now if this thing they found was dangerous.

"Namjoon was investigating the back of the castle, near the hill. He found bones, sir. Bones that aren't remotely human-shaped. It's nothing like we've ever seen before," Jungkook replied, his voice as out of breath as Jin's.

The man was covered in grime, his face sticking with sweat. His hair was greasy from days without wash, and Jin made a mental note to remind Jungkook to bathe when he could. There was also the added joy that Jungkook was wearing an elegant suit that wasn't meant for this type of work. It had gold laces tied into it, a black base. He seemed like he was going to a meeting rather than to sprint through the wilderness.

Jin couldn't think of anything else to ask, so he kept his mouth shut and endured the ache each step brought his untrained legs. Jungkook's run was contained. Natural. He pumped his arms and breathed out with each heavy exertion. He blew out a stream of air with his mouth shaped in an 'o', his eyes narrowed and focused on the sights ahead. Jungkook's form was fearsome and rivaled even the commander of Jin's knights himself, but Hoseok would likely beat the man simply because of experience.

However, Jin couldn't get over how Jungkook was donning such attire. A blazer with golden trims and laces knit into it, shoulder pads of the same shade contrasting the dark base of the fabric. It didn't help that the buttons trailing down his blazer were tight, holding on for their lives as Jungkook's chest muscles flexed and contracted. The pants he was wearing matched the top, only no gold, just black. Instead of the boots Jin was accustomed to seeing Jungkook wearing, he had pointed shoes that were certainly not intended for running, but he made it through regardless.

It took six minutes of running to get to the castle compared to the leisurely stroll Jin took to get to the edge of the kingdom to cook with Taehyung not long ago. It was a contrast Jin wasn't prepared for, but he didn't have a choice in the matter. He huffed out some air and followed the spy, Jungkook slowing his pace as they reached the hill that curved so steep, Jin wobbled before he could continue the trek.

Jungkook aided Jin as they climbed, reaching the back of the castle not long after. Jin glanced at the waterfall for a beat, knowing that stealing a second of serenity in this moment was a selfish desire. And yet, the waterfall brought him the peace he needed to keep his stamina up. With one deep breath, he allowed Jungkook to grab his hand and pull him up the rest of the way, his grip tight to the point where Jin thought his hand would go pale from the force.

"We're just about there," Jungkook said. Jin was panting while Jungkook appeared as though he recovered from their sprint already. Jin was jealous, then scowled at himself for feeling such a thing about his top man. No matter how thunderous his thoughts were in his mind, Jin had to grab their shrieking bodies and throw them into the abyss of his stomach, his breathing nearing a howl as he followed Jungkook to a group waiting outside the walls of the castle.

The first thing Jin saw was Jimin's wife, Raven. He had to do a double take. Jungkook was wearing gold and black, and Raven's outfit was near identical, only in a dress and not a blazer. Although, the dress seemed more like a cloak. It had a hood that was lowered and laying on her back, the skirt of the dress loose and scaly. Dark scales went downwards, solid lines at the very end of the fabric. Her sleeves were loose too, gold trims nearing the edges and going up to her shoulder, then down the center of the dress until a brunette corset covered her stomach. It was more like a belt, a pentagon shape in the middle bejeweled with golden minerals resting there.