► These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume.
Medieval au! FIRST BOOK
88GLAMOUR 2018
yoonmin
CHAPTER II | TAKE THE KNIGHT OFF ————————————————————
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"I'm still really, really sorry, Prince," Taehyung says as he helps Jimin into his doublet, fixing it so it drapes just perfectly. Jimin only shakes his head, eyes trained on his reflection in the mirror.
"Just don't worry about it," Jimin tells him, his eyebrows knitted together as Taehyung brushes his hair, making it bounce effortlessly. He plays around with the Prince's blonde hair until he is completely satisfied.
"You look perfect as always," Taehyung smiles happily as he puts down his comb. Jimin glances at himself, running his fingers over the golden trim, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "You'll be the centre of attention," Taehyung grins, nodding to himself in confidence. He's impressed with himself.
"Indeed?" Jimin asks, tugging at the cuffs nervously.
"Of course," Taehyung remarks, squeezing Jimin's arm with a wide grin gracing his features.
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There are rows and rows of tables for the noblemen and women and anyone of importance to the royal family. A large table in the front centre just for the royal family, overlooking all the loyal followers under their rule.
People of importance are already filling the seats in the dining hall. Jimin hides behind the wall far away from the entrance of the ballroom, cloak hood pulled over his head to hide away because of the amount of anxiousness he's feeling. He doesn't want to face all those people, being the only heir, along with his mother and father and all the important people that Jimin doesn't even bother to know their names off.
"Prince?"
Jimin's heart picks up where it left off the last time he heard that voice, he stands up properly, looking quite odd being hunched over behind a pillar. He turns around, pulling the hood off of his head as his eyes fall onto the knight. He has to clench his jaw so it doesn't drop because the knight looks so enticing. He's wearing a doublet similar to his, black with gold trim and embroidering. It has little, extra golden details along the chest and down. It contrasts prettily with his pale skin and raven hair that's slightly parted.
"Yoongi..." Jimin says, looking him up and down. The knight chuckles.
"I'll take this as a compliment, right? Taehyung worked hard," Yoongi smiles, holding his arm out for Jimin to hook his arm with his so he can escort him inside, knowing Jimin is losing his mind waiting. Jimin links his arm with the knight, smiling softly at him. He walks Jimin towards the opening to the Gala where guests are already taking their seats.
"You look so dashing," Jimin whispers into Yoongi's ear, "extremely handsome," Jimin emphasizes, giving Yoongi a cute smile that the knight can't help but smile back.
Yoongi walks Jimin into the room, the whole dining hall already going silent at the entrance of the Prince and the knight with him. Jimin freezes in his spot, not doing well with a lot of eyes on him and Yoongi squeezes his hand reassuringly. "Your cloak," Yoongi whispers to Jimin who's mouth forms an 'o' shape in realization before he unties the strings, letting Yoongi take it off of his shoulders. It wasn't hiding everything anymore and there are gazes of admiration for Jimin, envy and affection as Yoongi hands the cloak to one of the servants before linking arms with Jimin again, escorting him to his seat.
