Days of Grace | vkook

°10: Flowers & a Strange Fund

   On the following day, Jungkook was up before anyone else would come to wake him.

Since he didn't have time to unpack his belongings yesterday, he began the morning by filling the closet with the few things he had brought with him. Every now and then, he'd pause and make a note of the things he needed to buy. However, thanks to the excellent services of the servants, it wasn't much. For example, he couldn't recall making his bed or cleaning the bathroom after his quick shower, yet he still found his room tidy and neat. The bedding had been folded flawlessly, his sweaty clothes had been taken and washed to remove the accumulated dirt from his trip, and upon entering his room, he was greeted by the warmth of fragrant candles embracing his weary body. All in all, one wouldn't even dare to think that someone had used the room the night before.

And although the service was a great relief in some way, Jungkook couldn't shake the discomfort he felt at the mere thought of somebody scurrying around his chamber while he was away. It wasn't that he didn't trust the maids (still, he had nothing to hide), but he'd rather be the only one with access to his private space.

I should tell them that I'll take care of my mess, he decided, making a mental note to ask the others who exactly was in charge of these matters.

After he finished, Jungkook shoved his suitcase and bag under the bed, hoping it was okay to stow them under the furniture. With his hands on his hips, he looked around the room and let out a deep sigh when he realized there was nothing left to do.

The General had told me to stick with either Jimin or Hoseok. But... where are their rooms again?

Another breath escaped Jungkook's chest, his shoulders slumping a few inches, and his lips twisting into a pout. Gloomy thoughts consumed his mind, and for the hundredth time in the last two days, he longed to go back to his tent where he had a routine and a job.

This is so frustrating, he thought as he shuffled towards the window and observed some guards supervising the garden.

A slight pang of envy run through, but it didn't last long as the strict adherence to their instructions reminded him of yesterday's incident.

And as if by some kind of spell, the boy felt his legs moving on their own, carrying him out of the boring room.

Meanwhile, downtown, Taehyung constantly rolled from side to side on his futon mattress, desperately trying to block out the arguing couple on the street who seemed to be grappling with significant relationship issues. If he hadn't been so exhausted from the eventful night, he'd have definitely intervened in their argument and told them to shut the fuck up. After all, there were some who highly valued their rest.

But here he was, awake and exasperated, praying that some external force would come and do the job of silencing the disturbers of his beauty sleep.

Just a little bit of peace

That's all I ask, the boy groaned, covering his face with the blanket as he let out a frustrated squeal and kicked the thin fabric into the air.

Five agonizing minutes passed, during which Taehyung hoped that the stuffy air trapped beneath the blanket would be enough to suffocate him and release him from the pain of life. Unfortunately, aside from a small coughing fit, nothing spectacular happened.

"Bloody hell," with one final kick, he pushed the blanket off his body and stared to the ceiling, deciding that it was pointless to try and go back to sleep.

And so, Taehyung started his day in a sour mood.

Aside from having slept for less than four hours and being awakened in such an unpleasant manner, Taehyung felt the burning of his injury flare up again, making it difficult for him to walk properly. Minsu had applied a white paste on the scratch and protected it with a bandage to prevent further dirt from entering. However, she had warned him that the wound would take time to heal as it was quite deep. A time-out from further activities was ordered, and Taehyung was advised to rest his leg for a few days to avoid complications. However, allowing himself the luxury of rest was the last thing on his mind.