FAKE FUTURE ⌲ MYG + JHS (WITHHELD)

; the prince

hyeran marched into the kingdom thirty minutes later, her son stumbling behind her with his wrist between his mothers fingers. in all honesty, yoongi didn't look exactly thrilled to be in the kingdom, his eyes darting around and soaking in his surroundings. it was unbelievable, to him at least, how they could afford so much when he could afford so little. it typically felt unfair. if the kingdom has this much, why can't they tend to their own witches?

he understood that black witches were a problem. he wasn't fully educated on the whereabouts of them or the abilities of them, he didn't know if they had different powers or anything, but he kept his opinion strong. black witches were evil, chaotic evil, and white witches were good, chaotic good.

maybe white witches are a lot better people than black witches, but their principles and opinions were simply unfair. half bloods were shunned. why white witches and black witches had different views, yoongi never knew. he was a pure white witch, and that's all he needed to know; for the time being, that is.

"min yoongi, what are you doing in there?" hyeran tapped the side of his head with her finger and brought him back to reality in an instant. he blinked rapidly to readjust his eyes.

"sorry mama, i was just thinking. i'm okay." he smiled and fixed his robes, sighing at the itchiness it gave. they were the only set that he owned and they were quite cheap, so they knew the material wasn't exactly trustworthy. he saved up for a month for the robes, he wasn't going to let the money go to waste.

"you better be okay, because i need you to do this well," she moved her hand to yoongi's hand, holding onto it gently. "the king is putting his trust into this family, he has agreed to keep your cousin and me safe while you work for him. if prince hoseok dies, we may as well stick our head under the guillotine and set it on our own necks."

"if he lays a finger on jeongguk, i'll personally kill him." yoongi sneered, a disapproving frown on his face from the thought.

"i wouldn't say that any louder." a voice from one of the many doorways around them spoke, and hyeran almost jumped out of her skin.

"hello..." she muttered quietly, giving a polite bow. "you are?"

"my name is kim namjoon. i am prince hoseok's personal assistant, and i am here to escort yoongi up to the prince. his abilities will be put to work instantly. the king has requested that hyeran is taken to see him to collect the first pay." the boy spoke, bowing politely and placing his hand out for yoongi to shake. after doing so, he ushered him to follow with a wave of his hand.

"goodbye, mama. i hope you do visit." he pressed kisses to his mothers cheeks and forehead, squeezing her hand briefly and walking away after namjoon.

they trailed up stairs in silence, dodging cracks in the floor and greeting all the workers they saw on their way. only yoongi seemed to greet the servants.

"why do you not greet the servants? they do so much work." yoongi spoke up when namjoon ignored his third servant, who yoongi had greeted.

"because they are servants. should i be greeting the lower class?"

"they do more work than you could ever do." yoongi grumbled, his arms crossed over his front and keeping his rough glare when namjoon spun around to face him.

"i wish you were nicer. the prince won't like you if you're not nice." namjoon pushed open a door rather roughly, holding it open for the older.

"i'm nice to nice people," yoongi teased, walking through the door with a lazy smirk. "you're holding open a door for a lower class boy now. is it so hard to be even polite to others like me?"

"ah, so this is min yoongi." a voice from across the room spoke, and yoongi span to realise that the room (which was bigger than yoongi's entire home) was prince hoseok's bedroom.

"it's a pleasure to meet you, prince hoseok." he spoke automatically and almost as if he was programmed to do so, bowing down at a ninety degree angle.

"please, if we're going to be around each other a lot, just call me hoseok." he stood and strode over to yoongi, taking his hand in his own and shaking it enthusiastically.

"if that's what you want," yoongi spoke in a whisper, his hand going completely frozen. "oh my gosh..."

"it's death, isn't it?" hoseok muttered, and yoongi responded with a reluctant nod. the taller let go and apologised quietly.

"my job is to prevent your death, and i will try my very hardest to do so." yoongi forced a smile, truly only thinking about the protection of his family. if he hardly knew this boy, why should he be so enthusiastic about saving his life, if his death was destined?

"do you know how i will die? can you tell me?" hoseok again put out his hands, but didn't make any attempt to grab yoongi in any way.

"are you sure you want that?"

"please."