Sugarella |Yoonmin| completed

👠Chapter 6👠

This is long over due 💕

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Yoongi sighs as he looks at the wanted poster on the wall. He turns around to Taehyung, who was hiding behind his glittery wings. Then back at the poster. It had the outline of his face in a cartoon style, it's all in black and white.

Which is ironic since everything around him had so much colour in it.

He rubs his hands over his face, brushing his hair back again. He is in a dress, stitched together with rags, of the colours of blue and brown. He doesn't understand the writing underneath the picture of his face. But he did understand the Roman numbers of 300,000. Never mind what currency that is. That's a lot of zeros.

Yoongi points at the poster, then at Taehyung, "What does this say?"

Taehyung sighs, "I can't read."

The older stomps his foot, causing his heel to snap, he grabs his shoes off his feet and throws them to the side. He looked at his ragged clothes and sighs again, for some reason the story just wouldn't allow him to wear anything but this.

"You are a pretty useless Fairy Godmother," Yoongi yells.

Taehyung's wings fold and he looks at the floor, he holds back a sob, "I know, I'm not really a full-fledged Fairy Godmother."

Yoongi quickly feels ashamed, perhaps he took it too far. He doesn't really know how he can get back to the real world, and in the anime shows he watched with Jimin, he learnt that going with the flow usually leads you back to where you want to be.

"I'm sorry." It comes out as a whisper, but Taehyung seems to have heard it because he looks up at Yoongi. "In the world I belong to, there is this guy," Yoongi smiles slightly, "he is a band mate of mine, and maybe my best friend as well."

"You like him?" Taehyung asks quietly.

"Like him?" Yoongi exhales sharply, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you think about him?"

"Always... all the time." Yoongi tugs on one of the rag pieces of his dress, "I always try to be someone he can be proud of, someone that deserves him, but every time I look into his beautiful eyes, I realise, I still have a long way to go."

Taehyung's wings light up as a few gentle chimes are heard from his wand. "I have an idea."

Yoongi curls into his dress, "Why did that just translate to: something bad is going to happen?"

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"TAEHYUNGGGGGGGG," Yoongi yells as he attempts to break free from the carriage that holds him captive. He turns around to glare at Taehyung who is sat on the seat beside him, wings folded. "You said this will help me! How is this helping?"

Taehyung places a finger on his cheek as if to think, "Well from Fairy classes we learnt that those maidens in distress will be saved from their prince no matter what, It's like the law of nature."

"And handing me to authorities sounded okay to you?" Yoongi yells.

"Umm." Taehyung chuckles nervously.

Yoongi facepalmed, no words. He just has no words for this dude. Giving up, Yoongi settles for looking outside of the window, it is just rows and rows of creepy looking trees. Then, in the distance, is the familiar architecture of the palace. His eyes light up. Maybe Taehyung was right after all, at least he is close to where he has to be.

But that doesn't change the fact that he is going straight to the prison cells. What kind of Prince would visit those anyway? Yoongi keeps quiet as he wrecks his brain, hastily coming up with a plan. The carriage halts and Yoongi knows he is just outside the castle. Taehyung shrinks to a lady bug and sits on Yoongi's shoulders as he is escorted inside the palace gates.

Strange.

The soldiers were quiet as well. Yoongi is brought to an unfamiliar corridor, renaissance paintings and large golden furniture everywhere. Every table filled with fancy ornaments. Then Yoongi gets lead through cream coloured doors.

There is a long dining table, the candles are lit dimly. There are two maids in the room ready to assist them. So he takes his seat on the empty chair, before him are a selection of various dishes and delicacies, some Yoongi has never seen before. And trust me when he says that Jin is the reason why he would even explore the different cuisines, him and his taste buds.

Yoongi looks in front of him, and could only recognise his handsome face by squinting.

"Jimin?" he gasps.

"Yes." Yoongi blushes instantly, remembering his last night in the palace. And how cruel Taehyung was for separating them unnecessarily.

"I'm looking for someone who goes by the name: Sugarella," Jimin finally stands up and he slowly walks towards Yoongi, brushing his hair back, teasingly running his fingers down his neck. The marks Yoongi gave him are still fresh on his neck.

Yoongi places his fingers on his skin, he uses the spoon to check his reflection and it's clean His neck pale and unmarked. He looks up and finds Jimin looking closely at him. Yoongi brushes back his dark locks. "I am Sugarella," it sounds unnatural rolling from his lips, but he decides to go with it.

"Sugarella had blonde hair," Jimin muses, he looks a Yoongi unsurely, "Your passport says your name is Yoongi."

Yoongi mentally swears, remembering Taehyung had changed his name, "I am both, I was there last night, I can prove it." He freezes when he remembers how the fairy tale goes. He doesn't remember where the glass sliders went, nor how to prove to Jimin that he really is the one.

"I know how," Jimin smiles, and Yoongi finds himself nervously biting the bottom of his lips. It seems to catch Jimin's darkening eyes.

"Hh-ow?" Yoongi stutters as he leans back into his chair when Jimin leans closer to him.

"I think the fair maiden was you, but we can never know until you sleep with me." Jimin's lips twitch into a delicious grin.

Yoongi finds his legs buckle as he nods obediently.

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