UNTILL I MET YOU || JIKOOK

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JUNGKOOK POV

Jungkook glanced down at his muddy outfit with a grimace.

It might have been suitable for a walk in the royal gardens when he'd donned it that morning but it certainly wasn't now.

"I really should change."

"Don't on my account. You'll be putting a cloak over it anyway—we'll find you a dry one."

"I've never got the whole thing about omegas looking perfect at every moment."

"You're a person, not a doll."

"Besides, I think you look good smudged with a little mud."

That brought jungkook's thoughts to a halt as he stared frankly at the alpha.

Jimin's eyes were warm, his gaze intense. he knew what teasing looked like, and this wasn't it.

The alpha grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and jungkook felt his heart flutter.

"Welcome to the south wing" Jimin said with a flourish, leading him through a set of double doors.

Unlike the dusty, empty north wing, this one looked richly furnished and well-lived in.

"Who else lives here?"

"My brothers. We lived in my parents wing until we turned fourteen. Then we got a bit of independence."

A hard thing to acquire when you were a member of a royal family, what with the constant expectations and responsibilities.

"Which rooms are yours?"

"This way."

Jungkook wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't what he found.

"This is your room?"

"Sure. Living room and study of sorts."

There was an old map of the island etched on wood and painted in faded colors, and a huge globe of the world in pale marble, the countries outlined in gold.

"I don't suppose you do a lot of traveling," Jungkook said, shedding his cloak as he walked toward the globe.

"I've been to a few of the neighboring islands and kingdoms but I've never seen the world, if that's what you're asking." Jimin took the cloak from his hands and set it aside.

"The world is overrated," He told him. "Trust me."

"I guess you've been to lots of places."

"Sure. Cocooned in an airship with a lot of catty omegas, being shepherded from place to place."

"Sounds less fun than I imagined," Jimin conceded.

He crossed the room and opened another door, revealing a bedroom.

"Bathroom is through here if you want to clean up."

"I'll ring for our food." Jungkook felt like he was snooping as he stepped into jimin's bedroom.

It was furnished similarly to the living room and spoke of a room no one spent much time in.

The bed was carelessly made, and there was a half-open dresser drawer and a sleeveless tunic thrown over a chair.

"Are you sure you don't mind me—"

"I don't mind," Jimin said from behind him. Jungkook turned to see him leaning in the doorway, watching him.

"Towels are in the bathroom."

"You can borrow a shirt from the dresser if you want."

"I don't want to intrude."