Fallen Kingdom || •MYG + KSJ• ✔️

Oil and Water

Hoseok leaned against the chair and sipped from his tea, leaving a lip mark on the rim of the golden container. The cup was made of glass, gold rims with a pale base and lavender flowers etched into the sides. There were golden vines connecting the flowers together, leading to the handle matching the shade of the vines. Hoseok's fingers were interlocked with the handle, and he lowered it onto the plate underneath it, his eyes flicking up to the woman ahead.

"You know why I'm here," he said, dabbing his lips with the pads of his thumbs. It was rare for his hands to ever be clean, and that was just as true now as it had been on previous days. The backs of his hands had scratches from his daily activities, stains that could have been blood, or maybe dirt, lingering on the edges of his wrists, trickling down his arms. Only his arms weren't visible now.

Hoseok took the courtesy to change into something more presentable before confronting the two he cared deeply for. He had leather grips strapped around his hands. They were from his childhood, back when he sparred with other knights. The grips helped stopped the formation of bruises and cuts on his hands from holding the swords and practice staffs. Jimin and Hoseok sparred once, ages ago. They were teenagers then. If only he could say the same for now.

Raven washed the last plate she had and stretched her arm up. She was short, much shorter than Jimin (hence why he liked her so much), and it showed in the way she struggled to reach the top cabinet. When she did, she slid the dish back in its proper place. Despite how Hoseok had spoken, she remained focused on her task until the very last tick of the clock flew by. She shifted her weight to her heels, her boots creaking the wooden floors as she dusted off her maroon skirt and met his eyes.

No wonder why the people trusted her. She was good at manipulating her emotions. Not a single drop of feeling was residing inside her eyes. Perhaps Jungkook could decipher it, but Hoseok wasn't Jungkook. He was a warrior who slashed at anyone who posed a threat. Raven was no threat, so he allowed her the cushion of safety that was her hiding behind her blank mask.

"I'll go get him, but I'm not sure if he'll come out," she said, her hands playing with the sides of her corset, the black item contrasting her primarily maroon attire. She had burgundy laces sewn into the cuffs of her long sleeves, the sleeves going wider by the time they reached her wrists. They hung off them and dangled by her side, her wedding ring flashing since she wasn't wearing any gloves like Hoseok normally did. It was a tiny difference between them, but it was enough to make Hoseok feel like an outcast.

And with that, the redhead fled the scene. Hoseok was left to observe his surroundings while she turned down the hall. It was a tiny house. The kitchen was their dining room as well, which was surprising considering Jimin was the damn ambassador, and Raven the go-to whenever they needed help with the commoners. They preferred a smaller lifestyle, Hoseok supposed. Jimin and Raven still had their fancy outfits that glowed even when compared to the brightest flames. That was likely what mattered most to them.

There was a hallway mere feet from Hoseok, and it broke off to the left. He guessed it went to their bedroom and bathroom, maybe any additional rooms as well, but he didn't get up to see. It wasn't worth his time. The commander took another sip of his beverage and winced when the hot substance splashed over his tongue a certain way. It was almost a bitter taste, his mouth hissing at him for letting such a feeling enter his body.

Hoseok waited for several minutes. He heard hushed voices from not far away, Hoseok observing the walls and pressing on them. They were thin. No wonder why he could hear their argument. Or, it wasn't an argument. More Raven trying to convince Jimin to come out of his room and do his job, and Jimin was being as stubborn as ever. However, the redhead must have had special powers when it came to handling Jimin, for the man stepped into the room only a minute later.