ROYALTY; yoonmin

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"You slept with him?!" Taehyung laughed, "there's one way to make up..."

He wasn't wrong.

"Shut up, but I think we're together again?"
"Boy, you better not mess up, if he deals with your bullshit," Namjoon chimed in, ah yes, always the wisest in the room.

Thing about the Kim brothers, they always came as a pair, so if Yoongi had anything to say to either, they'd both be there and would offer their input, however helpless it may be. For a couple of future businessmen, they weren't the best at coming up with social solutions, all of their brainpower went into their negotiations and learning. No one can argue with that, I suppose.

Jimin popped his head into the room, not even bothering to knock anymore. A silver tray, with various food items on it, was held in both of his hands, which begged the question- how did he open the door? Did he thoughtfully place the tray on the ground, opened the door and picked it up again? Did he hold it with one hand and opened the door with grand strength? Or did he awkwardly twist himself so he managed to keep both hands on the tray but attempted to open the door?

This also begged the question of why Yoongi was staring so hard and thinking about it too much, he had been doing that a lot recently.
It wasn't until Namjoon pushed him lightly to catch his attention, but not really lightly because somehow his hand slipped and almost knocked Yoongi on his back, instead.

"There's someone here to see you, Yoongs?"
"Really? Whom?"
"Isabella."
—

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked the shaking girl, her hair was drenched and her bedtime clothes were soaked and dripping in his room. The four guys eyed her in confusion, it wasn't everyday that someone would come all the way to the palace in the pouring rain, this late at night.

Junmyeon had probably accepted her into the building after recognising her as supposed 'bride to be' of Yoongi's.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she croaked, hugging a towel which Jimin had given her to dry herself off.
"Don't look fine..." Taehyung joked, all in good fun, but no one seemed to appreciate it so he made a mental note to stop.

"What happened?" Yoongi asked, furrowing his brows as he reached his arm to wrap around her slender shoulders.
She was snivelling and still crying, leaning into his comforting hug,
"My parents..." she trailed off, vaguely, "I didn't want to sleep in the same place where they are."

Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin all glanced at each other, eyes weary with confusion and worry as they tried to communicate telepathically, all seemingly asking the same question, what the hell happened?

"Namjoon, do you mind getting some spare clothes from my wardrobe for her?"
Namjoon nodded and made his way there, opening the doors, very smoothly knocking over a stack of shoe boxes, leaving an abundance of shoes neglected on the floor of the wardrobe.

The rest of the boys inwardly sighed, but chose to ignore it for the greater good. Namjoon grabbed one of Yoongi's oversized silky shirts, his eyes glazed over the matching pants and shorts but he choose the shorts since Isabella was much smaller than Yoongi.

"Here," he passed it to Yoongi, which Yoongi then handed to the princess,
"You should take a shower and get changed, don't want you getting sick, there's a bathroom right over there," he motioned to the corner of his room, "we can talk after."

She nodded, bowed slightly and with a soft, shaky 'Thank you,' she disappeared into the bathroom.

"That was odd, right?" Yoongi questioned, to which the boys nodded as a response, he walked over to sit on his bed and was very quickly joined by Jimin.