Outworld Mission

9-the second Prince

"Where are you going, Bearer?"

Jungkook flinched, nearly jumping in surprise. It was the second Prince, appearing out of nowhere.

"Whatthef!—Why does everyone here keep showing up like that!? You're making me nervous! Are you planning to give me a heart attack or something?!" he shouted, clutching his chest as he trembled. Weakly, he sank onto the bed.

"Don’t worry, Bearer. Only royals can do this," the Prince said, his tone calm and reassuring.

"Whose 'Bearer'? My name is Jungkook! Don’t call me that!" Jungkook stood up after composing himself, continuing his task of putting on his socks.

The Prince watched him closely, a gentle smile on his face.

"Are you getting bored, Jungkook?"

Jungkook, his irritation still simmering, scoffed.

"So people here know the word 'bored'? I thought royals didn’t understand such things."
He hadn’t seen the King for days, which only made him more agitated. He’d been left alone, and it was driving him crazy.

"I can accompany you outside, Your Highness," the Prince offered kindly.

"Stop calling me that! I told you my name is Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! I’m nothing like you!" Jungkook's frustration was evident as he continued his movements, struggling to calm himself down.

"You belong here… You are the Prince of the Mystique Moon," the Prince said, watching him intently.

Jungkook paused, his hands frozen as he tried to process the words.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You’ll understand in time," Jimin replied, his smile enigmatic.

Jungkook’s temper flared.
"Yeah, that's what you all do here! You dump a load of information on me, and when I start getting curious, you all vanish. Don't you realize how frustrating that is?"

The Prince's smile remained, his eyes gleaming with a quiet amusement. Jungkook, still fuming, muttered under his breath,

"I hate people here!"

"Don’t tell me you hate the King?" the Prince asked, though his tone was playful.

"I hate him!!!" Jungkook shouted, his voice full of raw emotion.

—The King, sitting in a distant part of the palace, nearly choked on his food upon hearing those words.

Jungkook continued his rant, frustration pouring out.
"And I hate living here! There’s nothing to do! No TVs, no internet, no cell phones, no music, no concerts, no hangouts, no beers! And people keep showing up and disappearing out of nowhere! It’s infuriating!"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed.

"TVs… you mean this?" He extended his hand, palm wide, and a beam of light emerged, forming a floating screen before Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook’s mouth fell open in surprise.
"You watch things just like that here?"

"Only royals," Jimin replied calmly. "We can see and hear almost anything, as long as there are no barriers."

The Prince closed his fist, and the illusion vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"Yeah, but you don’t need cell phones to contact people, do you? You just invade their privacy! What if they’re naked or… doing private things? That’s disgusting!"
Jungkook stood up and walked away, trying to get away from the conversation. But Jimin, ever-present, appeared in front of the door again, waiting for him.