𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐓𝐊

xiii

Jeongguk wakes up to the insistent call of his name. His head feels heavy, eyes refuse to open no matter how hard he tries. But when the insistence moves on to nudging him physically, shaking his body, he finally gains enough consciousness to hear him. And the moment Jeongguk recognizes the voice, his eyes shoot open and he sits up. Disoriented and blinking half-asleep.

"Taehyung?" The blanket pools around his waist as he rubs a hand down his face, feeling his head spin.

He finds the Omega standing in front of the bed when he manages to see clearly. He does a double take, mouth drying up as he really sees him. "You're– you're wearing..." He trails off, out of words.

"Jimin's clothes. He lent me some," Taehyung supplies. His voice flat and his face a mask of indifference.

He is wearing a dress. A beautiful rose gold satin silk dress with mesh sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. He has done his hair properly too. And he looks every bit the crown prince he is.

"You look gorgeous," Jeongguk rasps with a dried throat. Too much to take after just waking up disoriented. His mind is a mess and his heart is beating loud in his chest.

"You look like a grizzly bear fucked you up," the Omega rolls his eyes.

Suddenly, Jeongguk remembers why they were there and his orders. He explicitly told to not let the Omega out without informing him. And as if reading his mind, Taehyung steps closer, gaze hard, "And how dare you order to not let me out of the room?" Jeongguk panics, that's not what he has meant, "Keep it," Taehyung raises a hand to quieten his explanations, "Just because I am in your palace, you do not get to order me around, Jeon Jeongguk."

Fuck. Jeongguk massages his temples. He is torn between finding the Omega sexy and thinking how he should apologize. Or probably, Jeongguk needs ice-cold water to dunk his head in first, "I didn't order that. I would never." He doesn't have the strength to argue but he tries.

"Yeah, right," Taehyung scoffs as he steps beside the bed. His scent hits Jeongguk too hard, making it nearly impossible to not bury his nose into that neck. "Take it."

Taehyung hands him a glass of something. Jeongguk looks inside then back at the Omega, "What is this?" Wrong question. He sees the way the Omega sets his jaw, looking incredulously at him. "I'll drink it, don't mind me," he shakes his head to himself and instantly chugs it down.

He finds it was warm ginger tea with honey. It soothes his insides and the parched throat. Jeongguk could melt right fucking there. "Fuck. Thank you." He stretches his shoulders, finally feeling energy getting back in his limbs.

"Get up now," Taehyung pulls the blankets off him impatiently, "You have ten minutes to dress up. If you take more, I'll go out of here alone and not even your army of men would be able to drag me back to you, ever again." He goes to sit on the other side of the bed, his back to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk regrets looking his way. The back of the dress is pure mesh with specks of gold. The color compliments Taehyung skin so good. It feels like a sin to look at him.

"Mind out of the gutter, Jeon. You have eight minutes left," Taehyung speaks with the informality like he has never before. Even with Jeongguk being so crass at times, Taehyung had kept his formal manners. Today, he seems like a different person.

He is up to no good for Jeongguk's heart.

But he embarrassingly and quite ungracefully scrambles to get out of the bed and get ready. His clothes were spoiled by Yoongi earlier but there is a new outfit lying at the edge of the bed. Jeongguk assumes Taehyung brought it. He sheds the robe off and changes into the clothes in record time right there. The door and windows are closed and it's just the Omega in the room who shamelessly keeps his eyes on him the whole time.