Yoongi made his way down to his father's office, mustering the courage. For some reason, he felt extremely nervous, which had never been a problem before when he was walking to the same office he had entered several times before. Perhaps it was the nerves of the recent events catching up to him, perhaps that was where the sudden anxiety came from. Back in Portugal, he didn't really have time to think about the incident, mainly because he was always so busy over there with the farmer's duties.
However, being back at home, which arose those horrible memories, probably had a subconscious effect on his being- which were much less subconscious now and much more recognisable. He had returned to Korea about two hours ago, but he had arrived home way earlier than he expected. Meaning that he had managed to put off talking to anyone for over an hour. He would've gotten away with it for longer had Junmyeon not caught him in the act and sent him to his father's office.
His closed fist rapped on the tall, wooden door. Waiting for an indication that he could be allowed access, despite being the King's son, there was still loads of limitations on his freedom around the castle.
"Come in,"
Upon hearing these words, Yoongi slowly opened the door, paying more attention to old creak rather than what his actual duties.
"Yoongi?" His father spoke, his voice had a strange tone to it,
"Yes?"Yoongi watched as the King rose up from his seat, stepping closer to Yoongi. The prince was surprised when he felt his father's arms wrap around his torso, enclosing him into a very sincere hug.
"I've missed you, son," He breathed out, pulling away from the short yet supportive embrace,
"Missed you, too, father." He responded, he had expected his return to be much less emotional and much more him getting reprimanded for returning so soon. That was not the case, however."You look so strong, look at your arms," He celebrated, his eyes lighting up with a distinct look of joy Yoongi had never seen be aimed towards him, "That country was good for you, huh?"
"I met some really good people there, actually. It was nice,"
"I'm glad you had fun," A dark look suddenly took over his features. ""But we do have to discuss what we shall do with you now, upon your return..."
"Father, I mean no disrespect, but can't we save this for another time?" Yoongi murmured, tiredness clouding over his features.
"But..." He paused, "Fine," Sighing, he turned around, making his way back to his seat at the office. What he always did there with those papers, Yoongi would never know."But we will talk tomorrow," Yoongi nodded, turning around to exit the room,
"But also, have a good night's sleep," The sudden concern for him had Yoongi shocked, never had his father acted that way towards him. Was it simply because he hadn't seen him for a while? Was it because of what happened? Shaking his head, he walked out, muttering an audible, 'Thanks' before he did so.On his way to his bedroom, the youngest butler, Jungkook, had walked past him. Though it wasn't any casual walk past, Jungkook glanced his way once, before facing the floor until they were out of each other's sight. Yoongi even thinks that he saw Jungkook's eyes widen three times their size, that was also odd.
Jungkook had always greeted him kindly, which Yoongi always greeted him back accordingly. In fact, if Yoongi recalled correctly, Jungkook had stopped greeting him around the same time the photos of Yoongi and Jimin were released.
Was it something personal? Political? Did Jungkook have anything against Yoongi or something against the pictures? Was it about Jimin?
Deciding that he didn't want to think too hard about certain topics, he shrugged the thoughts away, putting his focus into successfully reaching his bedroom. Once he did, he effortlessly entered the familiar room.
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ROYALTY; yoonmin
Fanfictionyoongi is royalty, jimin is a novelty yoongi is a prince, jimin is hard to convince. ©hobiously plagiarism is a crime warning: SO CRINGE PLEASE I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 15 NOW IM 22 AND IM STILL GETTING NOTIFS I LOVE U ALL BUT I WISH I COULD BURN TH...