The Lost Prince

2: Meeting

"So..a Prince looking at me?" Taehyung asked. Yoongi raised an eyebrow, raising a finger before going underwater and coming back up, removing the hair from his face. "Yeah? I am a Prince. Prince of Daegu." Taehyung smirked, crossing his arms along his chest. "Really? You don't look like one to me. Where's the gold, the sword? All I see is a young man living his best life." Yoongi scoffed. Taehyung snickered. Pushing Yoongi into the water. Yoongi squealed and got underwater, grabbing Taehyungs legs and pulling him down. Standing up and huffing, his hair in his face. Taehyung stood, shaking his hair that was full of water.

"I need to hide myself from them seeing I am the prince." Taehyung hummed. "You need a haircut. A makeover andd..new clothes. I'll take you on a shopping spree! And maybe you could live with me also. Be my roommate."

"What is a roommate?" Yoongi moved his hair out of his face. "A roommate is another person who shares the same house but lives in a different room with their own setting. They pay their half of rent so that they could keep living there. Until they move out." Yoongi thought for a moment. "Is it like a brother or a sister? Princess or Prince?" Taehyung got out with the blonde, raising an eyebrow. "You really think that's like a brother or sister living with you?" Yoongi nodded, drying his hair with the hotel towel. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" he heard the taller ask. "I sure do. I have a little sister and another one."

"What are their names?"

"Yoonji and..I have not met my other little sister. I had run away before meeting my youngest sister." Taehyung sat down in a chair with Yoongi. "You ran away? Why?"

"My parents were neglecting their Prince. They worried more about their princess more than me. I was supposed to protect my sister from everything. I got hit by swords, beaten, I even got striked by an arrow. I will never forgive that guard for what they did to me." Yoongi explained, taking the towel off of his shoulders. Pointing to the dent in his left shoulder, scarring on it. "The doctor who helped me said to not do so much work or the tip of the arrow would go into my bloodstream. Like hell that works." Taehyung sat and listened, seeing red form on the boys cheeks and nose. "Wait. Come with me." he stood and took his hand, walking into the hotel and took the elevator up to his room.

"Are you living here then if you ran away?"

"No, I'm just staying for several days, that is what the lady said at the table with those boxes." Yoongi kept hold of Taehyungs hand, not minding anyone holding his hand. "You mean computers? And that's called a counter."

"Yeah. Computer..counter. How will I get a haircut?" Taehyung looked at the blonde. "I'm a hair stylist. I can give you a haircut like mine." he smiled, dragging him to his room. "Of course, since I am on tour with my company..I have all of my equipment." walking in, Yoongi looked around at the room. "This is a nice and cozy place. Room, sorry."

"There's no need to apologize. Now, let me get to work, I have a lot of work to do with this hair." Taehyung sat Yoongi in one of the chairs, taking out a cape and wrapping it around his body, snapping it together so his hair wouldn't get on him. "Did you want a haircut like mine?" Yoongi looked up at him. Then back at the mirror and nodded. "Sure. If it fits me well." "It will. Trust me, love." He smiled. Taehyung got to work, starting to cut his hair. "How long have you been away from home?" he asked the Prince. "Ever since I was a child. 12, maybe. Have you run away from home too?” Yoongi asked.

“No, I moved out.”

“Moved..out?” He looked up at the stylist. Taehyung smiled and moved his head forwards. “Yeah. Moving out means you don’t want to stay where you are living. Buy a new house, get new furniture..but I have a mansion.” he boasted, moving the hair cutter near his ear, cutting away from it. “You’re looking magnificent, my love.”