Those Aren't Dewdrops, My Love (Jikook fantasy au)

Chapter 7

It's the day of the ball, Jimin is on his way to Taehyung for styling. And maybe for some advice on how to get through whatever happened yesterday. He slept hoping it was all a bad dream but alas, he was still exhausted and confused after waking. The only thing that got him out of bed was the prospect of seeing his soulmate after what seemed like forever.

"JIMINIE!" Taehyung quite literally jumps on Jimin as soon as he enters the royal dressing room to engulf him in a hug. And just like that, Jimin's stress gets cut in half. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!"

"Indeed it has been a while. I'm sorry I've been busy."

"Bah," he pulls away and swats his hand into the air. "it's fine, you're the prince! Of course you're busy, I'm just here with my silly little needle and scissors."

"It's not silly, what you do is very important. You make sure people look at me with respect and awe, something that at first can only happen by what I wear, I've told you this many times."

"And I've also heard it a thousand times, we get it mister preacher." He shuffles Jimin into a fitting room with racks of robes lined up for him. He pulls them off the rack one by one and stands behind Jimin while holding them up to his body as they both look in the mirror. They chit chat about ordinary things as they go down the rack of robes.

"I like the blue and grey one."

"Well that's unusual," Taehyung says suspiciously. "That means you're sad and confused. Let's figure it out, shall we?"

"Tae it's n-"

"Ah ah, nope! You really think you could come in here, give me hints that you need my advice, and expect me to let you weasel your way out of it? No sir, outside of this room you are the prince but with me, you are my best friend. SO," he exclaims as he strongly puts both hands on Jimin's shoulders while facing him, "go on, tell Taetae what's the matter."

Jimin bites his bottom lip and just barely makes eye contact with Taehyung before he makes his guess.

"Oh, is it a Jungkook thing?"

Jimin nods and begins to retell the events of the fight and of last night as Taehyung shuffles around Jimin with a robe, fitting it and noting the measurements. "I just know there's something I'm missing. And I have a few ideas of why my father might say something like that but I don't want to believe them. I just want my answers but I feel like even if I do get them, it won't change anything?"

"Why do you think that?"

"He's supposed to be going back to his village in 2 weeks. Father prepared everything beforehand," he says with his head hanging.

"That doesn't mean he actually has to leave," Taehyung straightens and says with a shrug, making Jimin look up, confused again. "Oh c'mon, you really think that adorable little shit is going to just leave you because the King said so? I know I'm shameless but that guy is more so than me! And that's saying something."

Jimin breaks into a giggle. "That is very true, he's shameless." And adorable.

"But seriously Jiminie, I don't know if you've noticed, but Jungkook seems to really care for you. He's not the scheming or conniving type. He's impulsive and doesn't really think before his actions. That's what probably happened that night you fought. And now you have some background, but still, it's better to get it from him rather than your dad. Who, might I add, is very much the scheming and conniving type."

"I know I have to ask him things but... how do I even face him after the horrible things I said to him? He's been avoiding me ever since that day and it made me feel like he's stopped caring."