MOON || JIKOOK ✅

6.

JUNGKOOK POV

Jungkook had know the
moment he saw the fear
lurking in Prince Jimin's eyes
that the omega was very
aware of his brother's
reputation and what that
would mean for him.

Yet by some miracle, Jimin actually fell asleep next to
him and slept soundly
through the night.

Perhaps it was accumulated exhaustion from the dread and worry that had surely plagued him on learning who his
intended husband was.

Or maybe it was relief.

Jungkook's admission the
night before—that he was, in fact, not that Joon—seemed
to have lifted a terrible
weight off Jimin's shoulders.

Jungkook, on the other
hand, slept little.

He kept one eye on the door
and one on Jimin.

If anyone had asked him what
he was protecting the omega from, he couldn't have given
a coherent answer.

There was only certainty in his mind that while Jicheol still resided in this castle, Prince
Jimin would not be safe.

He drifted into a light sleep
just before dawn and woke
to find Jimin's eyes open,
the omega studying him.

As soon as their eyes met,
Jimin glanced away, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Good morning." Jungkook offered.

He took pains to keep his
voice quiet, his tone gentle.

Jimin's fear the night before
had been hard to stomach
and he was determined to
put the omega at ease as
best he could.

"Good morning." Jimin replied, voicing it almost as a question.

Jungkook was about to make some teasing remark about breakfast in bed when he remembered with a jolt that
they didn't have that luxury.

Their ruse wasn't over yet.

The wedding breakfast was
still to come.

Jimin pushed back the
blankets and began to sit up
but a knock on the door made him freeze.

Jungkook swung around and
set his feet on the floor with
a groan as the knock came again.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice still gravelly with sleep.

He caught sight of himself in
the mirror, chagrined to see
his hair mussed and his
clothing rumpled.

"Good morning, my princes."

"The king asked me to ensure you were awake."

"Breakfast is in the great hall
in an hour."

"We're awake." Jungkook
called back, rubbing at his
eyes.

"Do you require any assistance dressing or bathing?"

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at Jimin in question, just in time to see the omega shudder and stare at the door
in horror.

He was right, of course.

The last thing they needed
was servants poking around
the room.

They'd take one look at the
bed and Jungkook half-dressed and on top of the blankets
and draw conclusions that neither could afford.

"We can manage, thank
you." Jungkook said, his voice
a little stronger as he
stretched.

"Of course, my princes."