Empire of Storms

Chapter Two

The floor seemed to move beneath Jungkook's feet. He curses all possible gods for making he do this. He stops by the door, sighs and knocks.

A blonde, naked-chested prince appears.

"Greetings" he barked.

"Your Majesty" Jungkook kneels "I beg for thy forgiveness."

The knights cloth is grabbed by Taehyung, that pushes him to his feet. The prince grabs Jungkook's face with one hand.

"Tell me the truth"

Jungkook doesn't say anything.

"Your silence is getting easy to misread" Taehyung tightened his hand around Jungkook's face "Please clarify".

Jungkook never had much of a patience but he's usually very quiet and never really says what he thinks in polite manners. He'd always use violence before he could find his way around words. He couldn't help it.

Jungkooks grabbed Taehyung's wrist and twisted it.

"I think you're a chaos." he snapped "You are irresponsible and spoiled. No peasant, as you say, ever cared and never will care about you. No one would die for you and no one will save you either. You're not good enough to rule this realm and you never will be. You're not a child anymore, stop acting like one" Jungkook let his wrist go "... Your Majesty."

Taehyung touched his own wrist and... smiled.

"I appreciate your honesty" he kept smiling "Do you mind bondaging my wrist, nursemaid?"

Jungkook, as strange as it sounds, couldn't help but smile too.

"It's not broken" Jungkook holds Taehyung's hand as he bandages his wrist.
"Lucky me" Taehyung responds. Jungkook moves away but the prince grabs his forearm softly and pulls him back. "Stay still" Taehyung reaches for the cotton.
"Ow" Jungkook groans and tightens his lids as Taehyung tries to clean the blood.
"Calm down" Taehyung laughs.
"Do you think it needs stitches?"
"Hmm. I don't think so".
Jungkook drives out of Taehyung's hands with a turn of his head and walks away.
"Let me help you, Jeon"
"I'm okay, Sir" he says next to the bed.
"Fine" he throws the cotton away "It's going to leave a scar."
"I don't mind"

Taehyung sighs

"Look" he begins "I am aware that you have no intentions to like me or my presence. It's fine. But if you'd just give me a chance, I..." Someone knocks the door. "Come in."

"Your Majesty" Seokjin opens the door and bows "Jung Hoseok is here to see you."
"What?" Taehyung abruptly reacts "What's he doing here?" He asks himself and starts walking followed by Jungkook.

After an enormous door, there was a huge round table, and at the opposite side of it, a throne-like chair stood out. Dark oak, cotton and blood-red leather. Jungkook knew that chair was Taehyung's, everyone inside that room knew it, specially Hoseok who was sitting exactly on it.

"Hello" the smug man grins.

"What do you want?" Taehyung answers between his teeth. 

Jung Hoseok, Taehyung's brother-in-law, bastard son of his father, never completely agreed with Taehyung's and Dawon's wedding. Politics, really. Alliances change, Hoseok defended. Wouldn't you agree that war would bring more definitive results? As a matter of fact, he was right.

"Did you ponder about my offer?"

"Your threat?" Taehyung bluntly corrected, making Hoseok grin "You're barely royalty, what makes you think I'd take you seriously?"

Before Hoseok's fist could hit Taehyung, Jungkook grabs it and presses it behind his back.

"I reckon it's time to go, Your Grace" He whispers on Hoseok's ear before letting him go. Hoseok turns and screams from the top of his lungs:

"I'll be back and when I do, this land will be mine" He makes a pause, opens his arms and lowers his tone "When it comes to people I don't fancy, I always get what I want, Taehyung"

"You don't fancy me? Seems to be a popular opinion" Taehyung responds, seeing Jungkook smirk with the corner of his eyes.

"And you" Hoseok points to the knight, ignoring Taehyung's comment "Next time you see me, I'll be cutting your head off" 

He leaves while whispering profanities to every living being he passed by.