Outworld Mission

13-King Seokjin

I know what I'm doing!
And I'm telling you.. if you say anything to that young man again..
You wouldn't like what I'm gonna do next!

That young man you're talking about is the King's Personal Servant!

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Jungkook carefully arranged the food on the long, polished table in the royal hall. The King sat patiently, observing him with quiet intensity, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s movements. As Jungkook placed the final cup of rice before him, the King made a small gesture, signaling that he should move to the side.

“Don’t stand there. Come and sit here,”

The King said, his voice smooth but firm, a soft command that brooked no argument. He motioned to the cushion beside him, to his left.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate.

“As you wish, your highness,” he responded, bowing respectfully before taking his seat at the King’s side. His head remained bowed, as was customary in the presence of royalty.

Eat with me, Jungwah...

The King’s voice was gentle, but there was an unmistakable authority in his words. Jungkook froze for a moment, unsure whether the King was addressing him or someone else. He dared not look around to check—his eyes were fixed on the ground, as protocol demanded.

The King’s next words startled him, breaking the silence.

“Tell me your name.”

Jungkook’s heart fluttered at the sudden demand, but he quickly regained composure.
“Your highness, your servant’s name is Yun Geuki, from the south of the North,” he said, his voice steady. He bowed once more, careful to show the proper respect.

"Jungwah... That’s what I want to call you.
Only your King is allowed to call you that. No one else. Sit down. Didn't I told you to eat with me?”

Jungkook’s thoughts raced. Jungwah? The King’s tone softened as he spoke, and something about the way the word lingered in the air made Jungkook feel a strange sensation in his chest.

But there was no time for questions, not when the King’s voice echoed in his mind, commanding him.

Stay away from him, Jungwah...

The voice—the King’s voice—faded, but its meaning was clear. Jungkook felt an overwhelming urge to know more, yet he knew better than to ask.

He nodded slowly, taking a bite of the food before him. The taste was exquisite, but his mind was elsewhere. Something about the King’s presence—something familiar—lingered in the air. The scent of sweet musk and mint, refreshing and tantalizing, seemed to wrap around him, filling his senses. It was both intoxicating and comforting, like something he had known long ago.

I wish I could see you, my King… Would you allow me to do that?

His thoughts were interrupted when the King’s gaze fixed on him. Jungkook felt the weight of those eyes upon him, burning with intensity. The King’s gaze never wavered, and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel as though the air had thickened with unspoken words.

“Jungwah...” The King’s voice was low, soothing, almost angelic. “look at me”

Jungkook hesitated. The King’s voice was enough to make him forget everything around him, but he had to respond. He slowly looked up, his eyes meeting the King’s. And in that moment, he felt as though the world had stopped.