VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

His Highness (2/3)

The next morning, Jungkook woke up first, the light of dawn peeking through the curtains. He gently extricated himself from Taehyung's embrace, careful not to wake him. Dressing quickly, he took one last look at the sleeping prince, a silent vow etched on his features. He knew that today would be like any other, filled with the mundane tasks of serving the royal family, but his heart was lighter. The secret they shared was a beacon of light in the darkness, a promise that no matter what the future held, they would face it as one.

As he slipped out of the room, he couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring. Would it be filled with stolen glances and secret touches, or would the court's gossipmongers finally uncover their love? He took a deep breath, pushing the fear aside. For now, he had to focus on his duties, to maintain the facade that kept them both safe.

The castle was just beginning to stir as Jungkook made his way through the corridors, the echo of his footsteps the only sound in the quiet halls. He knew that the day would be long, filled with responsibilities and the ever-watchful eyes of the court, but he also knew that tonight, he would return to Taehyung's arms.

And in that knowledge, he found the strength to face whatever challenges the day had in store for them. For now, they had each other, and that was all that mattered.

Jungkook's duties began early, serving the royal family their breakfast with a smile that never faltered. He moved with a grace that belied his humble origins, a grace that had earned him a place in Taehyung's heart and bed. As he poured tea and served fruit, he couldn't help but steal glances at the prince, who sat at the head of the table, looking every inch the royal he was born to be.

Their eyes met briefly, a secret spark passing between them that no one else at the table could see. It was a look that spoke of a love that could never be fully hidden, no matter how hard they tried. The other servants moved around them, oblivious to the tension that thrummed in the air, to the way their fingers brushed together when no one was looking.

As the meal concluded and the dishes were cleared away, Jungkook felt a gentle hand on his lower back, a silent message from Taehyung that he wasn't alone. The prince leaned in, his breath warm against Jungkook's ear. "Tonight," he whispered, and softly kissed the servant's temple. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his composure, curtsying slightly in acknowledgment.

The rest of the day was a blur of chores and preparations for the evening's royal ball. Jungkook's mind raced with thoughts of what the night would bring. Would they be able to find a private moment together? Would their secret be discovered? His palms grew sweaty as he ironed the prince's shirt, his touch lingering over the fabric that would soon be pressed against Taehyung's skin.

The grand ballroom was a vision of opulence, chandeliers casting a warm glow over the gleaming marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers and the murmur of aristocratic chatter. Jungkook moved through the crowd, serving drinks and canapés with the same poise he had shown at breakfast. His eyes searched for Taehyung, finding him occasionally across the room, a beacon of blue amidst a sea of black and gold.

As the music swelled, Taehyung approached Jungkook, and took him away from the place where the ball was held and in the royal garden, the cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the ballroom. The prince's hand was firm yet gentle as he led Jungkook through the moonlit pathways, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the dew-kissed grass. They found refuge in a secluded gazebo, the ivy-covered structure offering a small oasis of privacy amidst the grandeur.

Taehyung paused, his eyes searching Jungkook's face as if he was trying to memorize every line and curve. He reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from Jungkook's forehead, his thumb lingering on the soft skin. "Sing for me," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the distant strains of the orchestra.