Beauty and the Beast (or the Bunny) ♡ vkook disney fairytale series #2

2 - Stigma

a/n: for taekook's age in the present...

Taehyung - 22
Jungkook - 25 (yep he's older)

Before

Taehyung - 15
Jungkook - 18

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7 years ago

"Your majesty! You can't just go around doing this!" His butler, Namjoon, said as he flails his arms around.

Jungkook only rolled his eyes in return, "Do what, Namjoon? Have sex with them? It's not like they complain about it, you're no fun." He snorted and sits back, staring at his own reflection in the mirror, "In fact, they're the one asking for it."

Namjoon shakes his head in disappproval, "Your parents will not like this-" he snaps his head towards him, making him stop.

"They're dead." He clenched his teeth, glaring at Namjoon, "The war already killed them a long time ago, and I'm their son, which is now assigned to rule over this palace," he stands up and fixes his maroon colored robe, embroidered gold sparkles from around his neck, making him smirk in satisfaction. He checked himself in front of the mirror one more time, also marvelling his well-embellished burgundy tunic.

It seems like as if he forgot the other's presence. He clears his throat awkwardly, "But-"

"Namjoon." He said, voice stern, "I can fucking do whatever I want, stop babying me. I'm the King here, I make the rules." He scoffs at him and left him there, both speechless and frustrated.

Meanwhile, Jungkook looks around smugly at the sight of people on the grand hall while he walks down the grand stairs, feeling his pride wash over him as they all stare at the King, giving him the attention that he loves.

Only wealthy families are invited on his 18th birthday, of course. People wearing elegant clothes dance along the rhythm, an orchestra playing on the far left platform. The choir plays in harmony and the singer, Seokjin, happily belts the notes, looking around the whole crowd, wearing his favorite pink tunic. And then there's Yoongi in his all black outfit, professionally tapping the piano keys, beautiful sounds flowing out made by his delicate fingers.

Well, of course his workers are the other reason why Jungkook is proud. He's with them for years, and yet, they can't still handle his own stubborness.

It's just the way he is. He loves himself, being quite a arrogant over his looks. Girls, or even guys, ogle up and admire him so, so much, that he doesn't mind taking advantage of it.

They want it anyways. They're even grateful everytime Jungkook takes notice of them. They look up to him as if he's a prize that they're dying to have, more valuable than any treasure. Exaggerating, really, but that's just how young women and men stares at him, always full of need.

He smirks as he scans the crowd, looking for someone to fuck with. But before that, there are still gifts that needs to be taken.

Jungkook doesn't accept gifts he finds appalling for him, of course. He's not the type to be easily satisfied, he wants something useful.

Take a lubricant as an example. (Well, for him)

Jungkook stares at the box of oils, different colors, and probably different scents. He looks up at the man smugly, who blushed furiously in return.

"Where do you think I'll use it?" He pulls up the vial, removing the cork cap and greeting the soft, blueberry scent.

The guy snorted, "Fuck me with it." He bluntly said, staring at him.