taehyung is psycho for jimin and he always draw your drawings even with his blood also and he is really psycho for you and he is the prince but jimin is aware all of these things but soon he will get to know all these things and he will get trapped in the castle
And we will see how these totally different personalities will fall in love with each other
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As the heavy oak doors of the castle swung open, Jimin found himself face-to-face with the imposing figure of the prince, Taehyung. Standing in the center of the grand foyer, Taehyung exuded an aura of regality and control. His eyes, a deep, intense gaze, seemed to pierce through Jimin's very soul, as if peering into the depths of his being.
As Jimin stood in the presence of the prince, he couldn't help but notice the intense gaze that Taehyung held, almost as if he were attempting to decipher his very thoughts. "Your Royal Highness," he greeted, his voice steady despite the wave of uncertainty coursing through his veins.
Taehyung's eyes narrowed slightly, studying Jimin intently. A subtle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, revealing a hint of his inner amusement. He stepped closer, closing the gap between them. "You seem nervous," he observed, his voice smooth like silk.
Jimin's heart quickened, each beat pounding in his ears as the prince closed the distance between them. He fought to keep his composure, steeling his expression. "No, Your Royal Highness," he replied, his voice betraying the slightest tremble.
Taehyung chuckled softly, his smirk widening into a condescending smile. He circled Jimin, as if he were a predator, circling his prey. "No need to pretend with me," he said, his voice dripping with veiled mockery. "I can see the fear in your eyes. It's quite pathetic, really."
Why you drew me with your blood
Taehyung paused in his circling, a flicker of surprise washing over his countenance. "How did you know that?" His voice held a note of curiosity, tinged with annoyance. He stepped closer, his gaze sharpening on Jimin. "Who told you?"
Nothing....
The prince studied Jimin closely, a calculating gleam in his eyes. He knew he hadn’t told anyone about drawing with his own blood. "Are you lying to me?" he demanded, his voice cold. "Where did you hear about my drawings with blood?
"Jimin swallowed hard, the weight of the prince's gaze pressing upon him. "I, uh, I saw a servant talking about it in the castle," he lied, stumbling over his words. "They were gossiping about the strange drawings in your chambers."
Taehyung's eyes darkened, a hint of anger flashed across his face. "And why are you listening to gossip, hm? Do you take pleasure in others' affairs?" He took another step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Jimin.
Jimin felt a chill run down his spine, but he refused to back down. "I was just passing by," he said, his voice steady despite the unease. "It's not like I was looking for gossip on purpose."
"But you didn't ignore it," Taehyung countered, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You listened, and you remembered. That says a lot, doesn't it?" He took another step closer, their bodies mere inches apart now.
Jimin felt his heart racing, his mind racing to come up with a response. "I... I don't know what you mean," he stuttered, his gaze darting around the room, searching for an escape.
By I am going
Taehyung's expression shifted to a mix of disbelief and annoyance as Jimin turned to leave. He reached out, his fingers wrapping firmly around Jimin's wrist. "And where do you think you're going?" he demanded, his grip tightening.
