Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Six: Deal

A/N: Hi. I hope none of the readers are mad with me. I'm just trying to make my own place in the world with this story. 

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~izzy~

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Gulfing down exorbitant amounts of his favorite pasta dish, the Oak Prince tried to focus on Florian's voice from across the table. What distraction he couldn't derive from eating noodles, he got from Florian's slightly intoxicated banter.

Of course, Jungkook was offered alcohol. He was offered, and normally he would happily accept the graciousness of his host. Drinking might even put a damp on his wild thought processes about the situation. But he couldn't let himself get too buzzed; he didn't want to battle a hangover the entire time he was in the crypt.

"I just...I can't wait to see what her dress looks like. And you--well of course you have seen it! Taehyung's the designer she chose of course. Give me a hint! A taste? No wait, the groom shouldn't be spoiled the-"

"I've never seen his plans for the wedding dress, Florian. He kind of keeps his fashion projects under wraps from me."

Florian took a sip from his wine glass, amusement lighting up his eyes. The Oak Prince resumed devouring his pasta dish, pausing now and then to wipe stray drops of sauce off of his face.

"I don't believe it! Don't you two know everything about each other?"

A pang of guilt struck the ravenette. The Stone Prince didn't realize the irony of what he'd said.

"Well, Taehyung doesn't know I'm heading into the crypt with you tomorrow." Jungkook set his utensils down on the table, finding himself not hungry anymore. "I don't think he would want to know, either. Everyone has their secrets, Flor."

Florian eyed him wistfully. Whether it was the alcohol in his gaze or his unspoken thoughts, Jungkook didn't know. After a bout of silence, Florian downed his glass and got up from the table.

"Yes, yes...everyone has their secrets. Well, I hope you enjoyed the dinner the cooks prepared for you...Don't think too much about Taehyung...I'm sure everything will be fine tomorrow." Florian dusted himself off and gave a small smile to the ravenette. Something about the lilt in his tone set Jungkook on edge. "It will be fine. I'll plan the details and brief you on them in the morning--you deserve to rest, Jungkook. I don't know what's on your mind..but I don't think your father is the only cause of your distress."

"D-distress? Wha-"

"It's all over your face, Kook. I won't pry. Just please," Florian brushed his brown hair out of his face, "Please rest...oh! If you want to, I recently had a new hot spring-type room installed on the lower floor. It's really nice-"

"Thanks, Florian. I'll have to try that before retiring for the night..." He forced the most genuine smile onto his face. "And really Florian, thank you for the food. It was delicious."

The Stone Prince bowed slightly, pleased by the elder's words. He showed no signs of intoxication as he walked away steadily, humming a tune that seemed familiar to the ravenette. 

The Oak Prince took one last mouthful of the platter in before standing up himself. He pushed his chair a bit too hard into the table unintentionally, resulting in a mess on the table from his water glass.

"Agh, shit..." Jungkook mumbled as he rushed to clean up the spill. In seconds, he was splashing water on his over coat, spreading the mess even further across the table.