Mine From The Start And Till The End

important talk

King Jeon was the biggest emperor of that time. The Jeon Pack was the largest pack and ruled over all the other smaller packs. Being a Jeon meant you were royalty and should be treated as such. No one could look them in the eyes, let alone disrespect them. They had different attire from the rest: rose gold was reserved for Jeon omegas, and emerald color was for alphas.

Although Jimin, who was from the Jeon family, refused to wear rose gold. It wasn't that he refused to be a Jeon, but he didn't like to show authority or intimidate someone. Instead, he preferred to be their friend. Jimin was a ball of sunshine and a blessing, as the king and queen referred to him, and indeed he was. Everyone knew Jimin was not the prince since he was adopted, so he declined when the king offered him the lands any prince would receive. He had no interest in becoming something he was not.

Jimin and Jungkook, as kids, were attached at the hip. But now, as they had grown up, with Jimin being almost nineteen and Jungkook twenty-three, they saw each other not very often. Jimin didn't blame Jungkook, though. He knew Jungkook was busy with his duties in becoming the king. They rarely met. Usually, Jimin was with pups, in the kitchen, or with maids helping around the castle. When he had nothing to do, like right now, he liked to spend time in the library.

Thud, thud, thud.

"Prince Jimin, your presence is requested in the dining hall."

"Jisoo Noona, I have told you to call me Jimin, please."

"But—"

"No 'buts,' Noona, and I am coming."

"Aish, this child."

Jimin hopped off his big chair, set aside his book, and walked through the big hallways of the castle until he reached the dining hall.

"Omma, what's all this food for?" he asked, curious about the many dishes placed on the huge dining table. Usually, it was just Omma and Jimin, and sometimes Appa eating, and they never had so many dishes because it was wasteful.

"Is there some kind of event that nobody told me about?" he asked.

"No, pabo, your hyung is coming today, and he is going to have dinner with us."

"REALLY, HYUNG? Why didn't anyone tell me beforehand? I could have dressed well if only I knew," he whispered under his breath.

"Well, your Appa just informed me as well. He said that Jungkook's training is completed, and we also have something important to discuss today with both of you."

"Oh, Jungkook hyung's training is completed. Does that mean he is back for good?"

"Your Majesty and Prince Jeon have arrived," the porter announced.

Jimin's Omma hummed while taking Jimin's hand and walking towards the door to greet his husband and son.

When Jimin reached the entrance, he was met with the most beautiful and handsome sight of his hyung, Jungkook. His hyung was double in size, wearing the emerald attire oh so gracefully. To say Jimin was awestruck would be an understatement. The only thing that was still the same was hyung's scent. It had only gotten thicker and muskier. Jimin noticed.

While Jimin was busy gawking at Jungkook, Jungkook, on the other hand, wasn't any better. He was also looking at Jimin in awe. They hadn't seen each other in six years, as Jungkook had only visited them once in a while during breaks. So seeing his hyung in all his glory nearly brought tears to his eyes.

"Jiminah, how are you? You've grown so much. Where did my little dongsaeng go?" Jungkook asked as he strode towards him.

Instead of answering Jungkook, Jimin smiled and averted his gaze to the floor, and a pink blush crept onto his cheeks.

"Let's go and eat, huh?" Omma interrupted.

They all sat at the dining table, with Appa in the middle, Omma on the left, and Jungkook on his right. Jimin decided to sit next to Omma.

"Me and your Omma have something important to talk to you both about," the king started.

"Me and your Omma are getting old."

"No, Appa!" Jimin argued.

"Aigo, my baby, I know, but it's true, and Appa wants to see both of you happy. It's also about time this kingdom needs its new king. Jungkook-ah, your coronation is going to be held next year in spring, so you have to find a mate before that."

Jimin and Jungkook tensed after hearing that. The sourness in both of their scents was evident that both of them weren't happy with where this was going.

"And Jiminah, you also need to find a mate before the coronation. So tell me if you like someone, or else there are many suitors lining up for you. If you want, I can arrange meetings with some of them."

"I already like someone," Jimin said and excused himself from the table, running to his room.

"Do you guys know who Jimin fancies?" Jungkook asked, his scent bitter.

"He never told us," Omma exclaimed.

"Okay, I will excuse myself as well. Enjoy the food," Jungkook bowed and strode towards Jimin's room.