Soldiers hustled into the office, flooding everywhere. Arms raised, eyes popped out like owls, targetting them, stepping closer may treat them Death. Unwelcomed guests, that had arrived, treating each other with heart-filled bitterness all drenched within, now encounter, oh God knows why?
Their foot stomped to the ground with their right hand up sharp, slightly placed to the right of the eye.
"Lord Kim Taehyung!" the rivals saluted.
They remained un-flinched, eyes so sharp on them like knives threatening their lives. The rivals got asked to state their business.
"Stay with me till my Coronation?", Taehyung scoffed with an unpleasing tone towards them. "Seize them!" he ordered with his index finger pointed towards the unwelcomed guests.
"Hold it." a voice entered the room, making its way between the soldiers.
Taehyung's attention got driven away to the voice. The sound of their delicate footsteps made its way toward him. His blood raised- Oh! by so many degrees. Those two words gave him shivers down his spine. A voice he thought he would never hear again.
A slip got put harshly on Taehyung's desk, giving no fucks about it.
Their eyes locked. Words did not utter as fate was playing tricks on them. Heart racing in a never-ending rhythm, they almost forgot time ceases to exist. Those dear eyes he thought would never look at him again. The ardor, memories, aches, and sensations in their bodies drove them mad.
"Your Royal Highness ordered me. You are held in our custody till the day you are to be crowned King. This slip is proof of my words."
Heads shook. Reality kicked in, trashing out all the dead vows they still held deep within their hearts.
Taehyung signaled the soldiers to bow down their guns and stand firmly.
"Lord Park Jimin."
His eyes flickered, so deepening. His hair was still parted and well-dressed in dark brown, and his luscious, plump lips still had a lacquer of cherry. His flawless skin and texture- were so ethereal. Awestruck features' traced him down wholely. As if God craved him with the finest.
Taehyung couldn't bare to look up at him anymore. Head down with a dismay expression flaring his face.
"Leave me and the Lord privacy," Taehyung said, looking at both at the parted soldiers. All began to flee as Jimin stood still, his face filled with shadowy and his eyes lured to Taehyung. Lips sealed with hands gripped tightly.
"Namjoon, if you break something, I'll cut off your dick," Jimin threatened, turning around and facing him with his blood-cold face.
Namjoon smacked his lips and taunted, "Ah, come on, this place is smaller than I expected."
"That's what she said." Jimin snickered devilishly, looking beneath his waist, biting his bottom lip.
Namjoon let out a frustrated groan, sliding back his blonde hair with his slick fingers. Not soon later did that groan turn the corners of his lips into a smirk.
"But not what you said last time."
Before Jimin could pull out any judgments, he got interrupted by a fake cough behind him.
"Ah, yes! I almost forgot to pay my regards to Mr.Heartbreaker!" Namjoon exclaimed as he rushed toward Taehyung. But before getting any closer, Jimin pinched him vigorously.
The blonde one let out a scream, caressing his arm.
"Stop moaning."
Namjoon looked at him with pleading and teary eyes, "I was only going to greet him nicely." he pouted.
"If you have nothing else to do, you may leave," Taehyung noted them with a cold tone overlapping his expression.
Tsk. Jimin took a few steps, enabling him to whisper into Namjoon's ear, "See? His dry ass is begging me to make him wet."
The blonde one choked, overstuffing the whole room with his laughter, throwing himself onto Jimin as if he were to fall.
He looked at Taehyung who seemed busy examining the slip. Was it so hard to believe Jimin?
He cleared his throat and stood firmly in front of him.
"Still haven't changed." He said formally. A smile emerged on his face looking at both together in the same room.
"By the way, didn't you both used to like each other?"
He waited for an immediate reaction, but only silence answered. Jimin observed how shamelessly he carried on with his paperwork. He made his steps back to the velvety chair, sitting elegantly.
"Not that I recall.", Taehyung muttered, leaving all tongues cut short. Rage and disappointment devours Namjoon till the depth of his soul. Jimin reckoned Taehyung with fiery eyes, decorated with great astonishment and ripped apart.
"Oh really?" Jimin scoffed, raising his eyebrow. His tone became more playful and teasing.
"Your marks still haven't faded."
Taehyungs eyebrows shot up by his sudden judgment. He raised his head, glaring at Jimin, who seemed quite comfortable in his chair. His lustrous eyes gazed back at him, biting his lip as his eyes crossed on his marks.
Taehyung lifts his collar, covering himself. He deepens his expression as he scoffs bitterly. How dare he speak of it?
"You may leave."
Vacant, yet his gaze speak more than he ever intends to do.
Namjoon glances at Jimin, giving him assuredness. His footsteps start retreating, closing the door behind him.
A moment of silence, they both declared. They didn't want this, no, they've been lingering for this.
Eyes hooked on Taehyung, licking his lips, inspecting Jimin from head to toe with deep anticipation.
Jimin stands up, making steps toward him. His arms, standing on his desk, with his head dipped to get a better view of his face.
His eyes vexed him- plump lips that hexed him.
Jimin's aura made his heart race with adrenaline, so much he could feel his chest tightening.
"Do you really want me to?"
Breathless with Jimin's presence, bewitching him.
He gets closer, bridging the distance between them both. He slides, putting his warm breath underneath Taehyung's jaw, giving him shivers. He ascends to his neck, deepening his lips, causing Taehyung's body to heat up. It was almost as if he got stroked with a high fever. He glides his hands onto Taehyung's jaw, holding it gently, disabling him to outstretch his neck. How badly did he want to kiss him. His mere breath drove him crazy.
His body could not resist. How badly he wanted this.
Jimin's lips went up to his ears, whispering.
"Just catch up friends?"
Four words. Four times their hearts stopped beating.
He pulled back, releasing his hand from Taehyung's neck as he tried to escape.
My darling, don't leave me.
"Jimin." He clutches onto his arm.
Heart aching. His vision was blurry to see Taehyung's bothered face.
Too late.
He slowly lets go of the sheets he grasped on Jimin's arm. His teary eyes were all he saw before he drifted away.
Again.
'Why'd you let go?'
