"You look ravishing"
"M-my lord-"
"Be a good boy Tae"
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He was nobody.
They were princes.
He was there to please
They took advantage of him.
He was not destined for anything.
They were destined to rule a country...
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There were some things I really liked in this age. There were hot showers available everyday, and the dorms were always comfortably warm, even in winter apparently, and the fridge, that was always full with various delicious looking foods.
It was a more relaxed life; there were no struggles to get by or to have enough food, no deadly plagues that could break out any moment, it smelled way better(although the smoke of cars wasn't very good either), and you could choose your own clothes to wear everyday.
Then there were the downsides of this age. There were buildings everywhere with little to none space for nature, or animals, or sometimes even sunlight. Everything was planned down to the second. You were requited to know a lot more about the entire world than in the old days. And there were just so, so many people.
But I didn't dislike it, sure I didn't belong here, but I decided to 'go with the flow' and learned as much I could about this new world as possible.
"Taehyung? Do you ever wonder about what happened to you – or rather the other you?" Yoongi asked one day.
I paused in my reading, thinking for a few seconds. I closed the book in front of me, the title "Modern Korean" greeting me.
"I have n–haven't thought about that yet" I frowned. "But yes that does arouse some curiosity in me"
"What if we went to a museum? Surely they must have something familiar left of your time period right?" Yoongi proposed.
"I would appreciate that" I smiled, it was an uncertain smile, one filled with fear of what I may or may not discover.
"I'll ask Sejin if we can go this week" Were his last words before he walked out of the room. I turned my attention back to my book.
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It wasn't until two weeks later that we finally went, Yoongi, Jungkook and I. The others were too busy with their own scedule to come with. I didn't really mind, it was one of the things I had gotten used to.
In the three months I had been here, things were beginning to become quite normal. There were still things I didn't recognise, but I could simply ask the others about that and they'd explain it to me.
We had to hide the fact that I 'forgot' everything from this time for the fans. It was difficult, both getting used to being so well known and to hide that information. Sometimes when we held these 'fanmeetings' they'd ask me questions about things I've never heard of before. I didn't know how to answer, but no one ever suspected anything when I flashed them a good smile and signed their things.
"look Tae!" Jungkook whisper yelled, pointing to a big painting. The person on it looked familiar, and I didn't have to read the sign beneath the artpiece to know it was–
"Kim Namjoon, king of Gojoseon, lived in Gyeongbukgung palace in Hanyang, capital of Gojoseon. Arisen to power in 194 B.C. It is unknown for how long he has ruled over Gojoseon before he was overtaken by his, and Princess Taehyun's, son Kim Taehyung."
"This is so freaky" Yoongi mumbled. "Now I know where those 'king Namjoon' memes came from..."
"Wow Taehyung you lived in a palace?" Jungkook asked, amazement written on his features.
"Yes, I did..." I answered absentmindedly. I was too busy staring at the painting of Namjoon.
He looked exactly like I remembered him, exactly like the Namjoon of this time period. The royal robes he wore clearly made by the seamstress who had made all of his robes. It felt like I had finally seen a familiar face in a mass of people. It felt like home.
"Taehyung?" Yoongi laid his hand on my shoulder. I slowly turned my head to him, not wanting to take my eyes off the beautiful painting.
"Oh Tae..." He frowned. I felt his thumbs whipe over my cheeks. I hadn't realised I had been crying until now.
"Hyung, I want to go home" I softly sobbed.
"You want to go back to the dorms?" Jungkook asked softly. But I shook my head.
"I want to go home, my home, to my Namjoon"
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Hey guys, I'm sorry it's short and I'm very sorry for the long wait. I've been struggling to balance senior year and revalidation and my relationship, and honestly I feel like I haven't gotten a moment of rest in forever, so there's little time and motivation to write rn.
I hope to finish this book soon though, as I think it might be nearing it's end (I've got no inspiration anymore at least)
Does anyone have any suggestions? Don't be afraid to dm me or to comment. I'd love to hear some ideas and interpretations and opinions of the story😍 feedback is always great😁
