PICTURE US TOGETHER || JIKOOK ✅

9

Jungkook pov

Jungkook stood in the palace's security center with his arms crossed, staring at the high-definition display screens.

The security guards in here with him were nervous because of his looming presence. Even Aera seemed a tad ill at ease.

He didn't care if he made them uncomfortable. He intended to see this omega before meeting him.

Before marrying him, you mean.

Yes. That too.

He could see Park Jimin on the screens showing the security feed.

The omega was wandering around one of the palace's drawing rooms, waiting for jungkook to meet him.

Jimin was there alone.

Aera had brought him to the drawing room and had withdrawn to alert jungkook that she'd been successful.

Jungkook was making the omega wait. He wanted to watch the other man long enough to get some sense of who this half-human omega was.

So far, Jimin had only requested a can of soda from one of the palace servants.

He'd graciously thanked the servant when she'd brought him the soda.

He'd seemed so sincere that jungkook would have sworn the servant was blushing.

Everything about the omega screamed commoner. The clothes cheap, dark slacks, cheap black shoes, and a faded T-shirt.

Or the way Jimin wouldn't sit still but paced around the room fiddling with things. Pulling leather-bound books off the shelves, flipping through them, and putting them back.

Staring at the artwork. Touching the room's wallpaper.

As jungkook watched, the omega wandered to a decorative blown glass sculpture of a red rose in a twisting azure vase.

He bent over, staring at it closely.

Then he reached out and touched the glass rose petals.

Too hard, apparently. The entire delicate sculpture toppled over and shattered on the floor.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he was amused or disgusted as he watched the omega panic.

Jimin glanced around frantically as he stooped to pick up the pieces. He stared at them helplessly.

The omega seemed to realize how hopeless it was now that the rose was nothing but colored glass shards, He hid the broken pieces in a drawer.

Slowly, jungkook shook his head. This was the wolf he was supposed to mate with.

"What do you think?" he growled at Aera as he stood there, arms still crossed, watching the omega pace the room again.

The guy reminded him of a lost puppy. It was shameful. Or at least, that was what he told himself.

Because part of him actually felt a bit sorry for this half-human low born omega with the sweat stains under his arms.

He watched as Jimin surreptitiously sniffed his armpits and frowned.

He shouldn't feel sorry for a fool who didn't even know he was being watched.

Yet...part of him felt exactly that.

Feeling sorry for him?

Maybe you can start by trying to be decent and not calling him a half-human bastard. Start by using his name.

He snorted. Jimin, then. He supposed the wolf couldn't help being half-human.

He couldn't help being born a bastard, either. Jungkook might be king, but he should at least show a king's courtesy to a guest.

Aera moved to stand beside him. He'd been so caught up in his conflicting thoughts that he momentarily forgot the question he'd asked her.

"What do I think?" she repeated. "I think he's nice."

"Nice. That's the kiss of death for a guy. Nice guys finish last. Nice guys don't get laid. Nice guys get their asses kicked."

"You don't believe that, Your Majesty," his advisor chided gently.

"I do. I've never wasted my time being nice."

"As your humble advisor, I'd suggest being nice to Jimin if you wish to get laid."

"That's the point of all this, isn't it? Avoiding the prophecy, remember?"

"I remember a prophecy filled with hocus pocus, New Age bullshit."

"Changing the future by putting a baby in someone. Give me a break."

"I'm sure the Seer would laugh at your irreverence," Aera said with a hint of a smirk. "But other wolves might not understand."

He could almost hear the crazy old woman cackling in his head. "I'm the king. It has advantages."

"Then perhaps you should greet our guest, Your Majesty. You can teach him why being nice is a waste of time. Right before you put a baby in him."

"I'm not sure I approve of your irreverence."

That was a lie.

Most people around him bowed and scraped.

Aera was a serious person, but every so often, she would display a cutting wit or a dash of impertinence.

She said everything so solemnly that it always took the bite out of any impudence.

But she was right. He certainly wasn't nervous about meeting this omega.

Sure, Jimin was attractive, with graceful features and big green eyes.

He was prettily handsome if that made any sense.

His body was lean, almost lanky.

He might be five foot nine...in boots.

Yet jungkook idly wondered what the omega would look like naked. Would he be sleek and hairless with perfect porcelain skin?

Or would he be scarred, dusted with dark hair, and tanned?

Or perhaps freckled?

It had been a while since he'd made love to a man with freckles.

Yes. He wasn't nervous. A king was never nervous. An alpha wolf did not feel uneasy. He was both.

King and alpha, he meant, not both nervous and uneasy, damn it. So he felt no tension.

Certainly not over meeting that lost puppy on the screen.

He supposed he should get this meeting over with before the omega broke something else.

Abruptly, he turned and left the palace's security control center.

Before the door swung shut behind him, he could feel the tension in the air draining away.

See? He made other people nervous.

He didn't get nervous.

More palace guards walked in front of him down the wide hallway with fifteen-foot ceilings. They reached the room where Jimin was waiting.

The guards took up positions on either side of the door. One of them opened the door for him. He stormed ahead into the room, ready for battle.

This very well might turn into a battle of wills if he decided he needed this omega and the omega had other ideas.

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