My Prince (Taekook)

Chapter 1

-jjk-
"Your majesty" and "your highness" is all I hear from people in the palace halls as I pass. That's how it should be, but sometimes it gets boring. Constantly keeping a calm and collected composure and showing no emotion gets boring, but it's life for me, otherwise life would be hell.

"Jeongguk!"

I snap my attention to a blonde, shorter than I. "How disrespectful, Jimin." I keep my expression stoic and my eyes cold.

He just shrugs, not effected by my tone. "You don't call me hyung so why should I have to respect you?" He comes to my side and swings an arm over my shoulder.

I immediately shrug him off for this contact wasn't my style. He, again, is unfazed being used to me.

"And you don't even call me majesty or highness so why should I."

"I forgot you were a prince." I glance over at his face to see his reaction. He wore a hurt expression with a hint of shock.

"I'M YOUR OLDER BROTHER!!!" He yells. I continue walking with him by my side.

"Well I'm going to be king, not you."

"But still."

"I'm kidding, I didn't forget you were a prince." I pat his back still keeping an expressionless face.

"Yeah, right. I bet you did forget."

"How much you betting." I raise one of my eyebrows. The one scarred.

"Hmm" he says, thinking. "500." I hold out my hand.

"I win." Before he gives me anything, a servant crashes into me, sending red wine flying onto my white coat. Some of the wine getting in my black hair, which contrasted with my coat. Jimin winced.

"I-I'm so sorry." The servant rushed to grab the cloth that hung on his arm and try to get the wine off. His dark brown hair that covered his eyes swayed as he wiped my coat, revealing his chestnut brown eyes. They were warm unlike mine. I grab his wrist, making him flinch.

"Your making it worse." I scowl. He makes a sound that seemed like a whimper. He looked small and fragile. So delicate that even the smallest bit of pressure would break him. His white shirt hung loose on his small, skinny frame, reminding me a bit of my Yoongi hyung. But Yoongi was a bit shorter.

His warm brown eyes met mine and filled with horror. He bowed upon recognizing me, his long enough locks hitting my face in the process. "Y-your highness."

I scowled. He raised his head, again slapping me in the face with his hair. His face flushed with embarrassment. "What's your name?" He jumps slightly at the question. Then relaxes.

"Kim Taehyung." He answers with a soft voice. He held the tray against his body. His bangs once again covered his eyes.

"Are you new here?" He nods. "I asked a question and expect an answer." He jumps.

"Yes. I started working here at the palace yesterday-"

"Did I ask you?" A hand lands on my shoulder. I turn my head toward Jimin. "What?"

"Let him go. He's new to this." Jimin turns his head toward Taehyung. Jimin had soft eyes, kind and warm. Taehyung bowed again.

"He's going to have to get used to this then." I walk toward Taehyung, letting Jimin's hand fall. Our faces were only inches apart. His face flushed with embarrassment. I scoffed.

-kth-
My heart raced when he got close. His charcoal eyes stared into mine. I felt my face heat up. Then he scoff. I fell back due to him leaning in too much and I, leaning back too much. I dropped the tray in the process.