FORBIDDEN FRUIT |taekook| omegaverse

1 - the ball

Chapter one: the ball
Pov: Author

«What's the name of
this handsome royal guard?»

//written 17.04.2023//
//published 17.04.2023//
//edited 16.5.2024//

-Words: 1992-

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It was again one of those nights when Jungkook's dad was hosting a big ball in the castle. He called it 'the celebration of cherry blossoms' since spring had finally occurred after the harsh winter. But it wasn't like Jungkook couldn't read between the lines. Spring was not the real reason behind all these events that  had been held recently. Jungkook knew it. He knew all those fully crowded fiestas and balls were for him to form more relationships with the middle class.

Since Jungkook's dad was starting to get old already, he had been pressuring his son to find a mate to get married with. He obviously wanted the legacy of the royal family to continue. However, the young alpha was paying almost zero interest on the omegas introduced to him. He didn't want to be mated with a random pretty girl from the middle class just because his dad had some deals with their family. He wished he could discover his pure feelings naturally and truly love someone, not just pretend to. But it really seemed like too much to ask for, because Jungkook's father hadn't given up. Not even when Jungkok politely asked him to do so.

So here he was again, getting dressed by one of his servants for the evening. Or maybe he could just be honest and call it some kind of a blind date. Jungkook already knew there was someone new his dad wanted to introduce him with. Just like he did in every other event.

"So, what do you think?" the black-haired servant asked after some finishing touches to Jungkook's outfit. He had dressed Jungkook in a waistcoat full of golden embroidery and an expensive coat he got specially made for him in Europe. The servant even persuaded him to wear one of his white lace jabots. He finished the look with light-toned breeches.

"It's okay, thanks", Jungkook nodded slightly. He didn't mind so much what he was wearing, he just wanted the evening to pass quickly and with the least effort from him as possible. It was clear to see that Jungkook wasn't in the mood for his dad's never-ending events, but the servant decided to stay quiet about it. He didn't want to lose his job for a pointless comment.

The alpha had served Jungkook for three years already, so he had discovered many things about the younger by that time. Many blamed Jungkook for being cold and short on words but he knew it wasn't all of the truth. He for sure could say that the crown prince was introverted, that is something he agreed on. But behind all that cold aura was actually hiding a really intelligent mindset and a caring heart. And that's what a great leader needed to be. That's why the servant was so convinced about Jungkook becoming a great king innthe future.

"Are you coming to the ball?" Jungkook broke the silence that had begun to develop over them. The servant turned around to face the prince with a little smile decorating his face. He felt a bit honored to be asked this question.

"If you want me to, sir. I just don't know how to be useful for you in there", the servant answered with a hint of awkwardness flavoring his voice. He scratched the back of his neck and felt his thoughts starting to race inside of his head. It would be more than great to attend the ball, but what on earth he was even going to wear there? It was such a high-class event and let's not forget how he was just a servant for the royal family.

"I wouldn't mind having some company in there to stay entertained. You know I'm not really into the omegas my dad wants me to greet", Jungkook sighed while he recalled the last time he tried to chatter with an omega. There were so many irritating moments of quietness and awkward eye contacts that Jungkook couldn't stand it, not at all. It felt so fake and forced that he felt like throwing up. That's why he spent the rest of the night drinking loads of wine and trying to forget everything. Mission failed successfully, he still remembered every bit of it in the morning.