𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐲 | 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 [discontinued]

6 | Royal Advice

A/N: In one of the previous chapter (as well as this one) I included some fan art that I found on the internet. If I post a fan art I will try to always make sure I cite it. Sometimes there might not be a way to cite it, or the citation may be wrong, so I apologize if I make a mistake. 😅 But I will never ever claim a fan art someone else made is mine.

Image credit: https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.pinterest.com/amp/pin/744993963333167567/

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"I'm just not sure what to think anymore Kook-ah," said Prince Yoongi into his laptop.

"Well, to me it sounds like you like him a lot," his cousin, Jeon Jungkook, replied.

"But I've liked girls in the past," he retorted.

"Then maybe you're bi?" Jungkook shrugged, "and, anyway, I think that he likes you too. You just need to talk with him about it."

Yoongi rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "The problem is the last time we interacted I told him that he was mine, we kissed, and then I shoved him out of my office! He's also the son of someone who committed a crime against our royal family. Not to mention I'm supposed to inherit the throne and obviously produce an heir eventually. I can't do that with another guy!"

"So," Jungkook shrugged through the screen again, "adopt. Gay couples do that all the time."

"That's not the point," Yoongi groaned, "He probably thinks I'm a possessive asshole by now. Also, people would probably have a hard time accepting him since he's a guy! It's not traditional! They would have an even harder time accepting a child that isn't even of royal descent!" Yoongi didn't even realize he was shouting, but he could honestly care less. How did he expect his kid cousin to understand. "You know what, forget it," he mumbled.

"Hold on—" Jungkook started, but Yoongi had already shut his laptop.

It was all pointless. Pure bullshit. He should have never given in to what he had felt that day. It just complicated things. He knew he couldn't face Hobi no matter what. What made it even worse was the dream he had experienced last night. Yoongi whimpered and tilted his head back in agony.

He didn't even want to think about it. Well, at least the dream had helped him realize he needed to stop what was happening before it got worse.

There was a knock at the door. Yoongi quickly sat up straight as his grandmother walked in. She had a navy blue garment bag held in one hand.

"How are you feeling Yoongi?" she asked. As usual, the Queen could tell when something was wrong with her grandson.

"I'm . . . ok," Yoongi sighed. He wasn't. Not even close.

"Alright, well the royal advisors are waiting to talk to you in the main room, so put this on." She placed the garment bag on Yoongi's bed and walked out.

One of the many things that was great about the Queen was that she didn't ask too many questions.

Yoongi rolled his desk chair over and unzipped the bag and changed into the suit inside, adding a hat because why not.