Five Kingdoms

Brat

When Jimin arrives back at the Eastern kingdom, he runs out of the car before it even comes to a complete stop. Felicia, Annie and Madison all watch as he runs through the doors leading to the huge castle like house, they all look at each other with sad, worried  eyes. Jimin bursts through the doors of Jihyun's room. Nothing. The bed is made, the room is completely spotless, just as it was left before the trip to the Northern kingdom. Jimin lets out a sigh and sits on the plush king sized bed.

"Prince Jimin." Felicia says standing in the doorway. "Felicia.. come in and close the door please." Jimin says looking forward at nothing particular. Felicia does as she's told and stands a few feet from Jimin with her head down. "Please?" Jimin whispers with his arms open. Felicia smiles softly, opens her arms and walks toward the small prince. Jimin rests his head on her chest and she holds his head there, running her fingers through his hair.

Quiet sobs fill the room as Jimin buries his face into her chest. "I'm sure he'll be alright Jiminah." Felicia whispers rubbing circles into Jimin's back. Jimin looks up at her with tears running down his face. "Felicia noona.. what if, what if he's hurt?" Jimin says with a strained voice. Jimin's tears continue to run down his face, he hides his face in her chest again. "Jiminah. He left on his own.. this isn't your fault. It's never been your fault." Felicia whispers. Jimin's choked sobs are the only sound in the room for a few seconds. "When he would abuse you and you asked me to help you hide it-" Felicia's voice cracks.

Jimin looked up immediately, concern in his red, tear filled eyes. "When I helped you hide it all these years.. for ten years. I had to watched him hurt you over and over again. He made the choice to hurt you and this one was his as well. You can't blame yourself." Felicia says with a shaky voice. Tears run down the maids face as she nods. Jimin takes his handkerchief out and gently presses it against Felicia's face, soaking up the tears from her cheeks. "Thank you noona." Jimin whispers before he rests his head against Felicia's chest again. "Let me just stay like this for a little while." Jimin says closing his eyes. Felicia hums and rubs little circles in Jimin's back.

♛Elsewhere♛

The sun was setting, casting an orange and pinkish glow through floor to ceiling windows. "Prince Yoongi, first prince of the Western kingdom!" A chubby man announces. A beautiful person with long wavy, purple hair sat atop a throne with an elegant gold crown on their head looks up toward the door. The person smirks and crosses their legs as Yoongi enters the room.

"Prince Yoongi? To what do I owe the pleasure?" The person asks looking down at Yoongi. The persons glossy black eyes burning into Yoongi's. "I have a question." Yoongi says running his hands through his snow white locks. "You could have just sent a message or text me." The person says rolling their eyes with a scoff. "Yah. I said.. I got a question for you. Brat." Yoongi says placing his hands in his hips.

The guards, the maids, the butlers in the room and the announcer at the entrance to the room all gasp. "How dare you-" A guard growls walking toward Yoongi. "Leave us." The person on the throne commands with a hand raised. "Your highness?" The guard asks clenching the hilt of his weapon. "Now." The person says sounding annoyed.

The guards, maids and butlers all filed out of the room, all of them glaring st Yoongi. The announcer stood there for a few more moments, looked Yoongi up and down, then left. After the door closed the person looked down at Yoongi again.

The person stood up, gently took a the beautiful crown off their head and placed it on the plush seat of the throne. The person gracefully descended the many steps to the raised throne, hair swaying as they approached Yoongi. "So... it's king Virgil of the Peridot kingdom now?" Yoongi asks with a smirk. "Prince Yoongi. What brings you?" Virgil asks with a grin and a raised brow. "Like I said, brat. I got a question for you." Yoongi says mimicking Virgil with a raised brow.