Taehyung, an irresponsible, ill-mannered, annoying, careless prince.
Jungkook, the perfect heir to the Jeon throne and the most respectful and poised prince out there.
Who knew that meeting each other under unwanted circumstances would change everyt...
Woah excuse me but who said you could do that sir ————————————————————
Jungkook instantly searched for that bright, vibrant red head of hair but he couldn't find it.
Was Taehyung not there?
But then he caught a glimpse of his face. He stood behind his parents as they walked in and then they took a seat next to the Jeon royals- King Kim at the end, then Queen Kim in the middle, and Prince Taehyung, right next to Jungkook.
He lost his breath instantly and looked forward, hating but absolutely loving the way Taehyung smelled. He was instantly hit with his scent, a brutal slap in the face that felt amazing- he couldn't help but steal a glance.
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His red hair was gone.
That was the very first thing Jungkook noticed. His red locks were swapped with shiny blonde hair, light and so soft looking. Jungkook wanted to reach up and touch it, test how the new color felt between his fingertips, compare it to the red, but he couldn't so he looked away.
Through the whole meeting the current rulers were the ones who talked the most, and honestly, the younger was thankful for that because if he had to hear Taehyung's deep voice he was sure to lose it.
Queen Jeon was chatting with Queen Lee when she noticed how pale Jungkook looked, so she placed a hand on his knee under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The love of his life was sitting right next to him and the amount of tension made it so hard to breathe. His heart was beating so fast, his chest was screaming, hands clammy, his neck felt tight and his eyes couldn't focus on anything.
"Jungkookie? Are you alright?" Queen Jeon leaned over and whispered into her son's ear.
"Y- no, I don't know- wha- mother-"
"Excuse yourself to go to the restroom before you make a scene please."
"O- Alright."
Jungkook took a deep breath to try and calm his shaky voice before he cleared his throat, gaining all the attention. He could feel Taehyung's dark eyes on him, but he refused to look.
"If you'd excuse me, I must use the restroom." Jungkook said as clearly as he could, proud that he didn't stutter. Then he scooted his chair back and stood up, pushing it back in and he placed his sweaty hands behind his back and walked away, desperately in need of some fresh air.
Princess Song was outside the door and directed Jungkook to the restroom, which he was thankful for. He followed the directions and once he was inside he slid against the wall and breathed heavily. Why was he feeling like this? Was this normal at all? His mind was racing at an unbelievable pace, thinking about anything and everything having to do with Taehyung. God he looked so beautiful with each tiny glance Jungkook caught of him. He wanted to cry, wanted to be held, wanted to screem and wanted to kiss Taehyung absolutely everywhere all at the same time and it was overwhelming. He felt hot and dizzy and his vision dotted with unclear spots so he got up and rushed out of the small room, needing more space so he didn't feel so tiny and trapped.
Jungkook jogged around the empty castle, no clue where the hell he was going. He had to stop and catch his breath a few times, leaning his hand against the wall and doubling over with dizziness. Something wasn't right, something definitely wasn't normal.
The prince used the wall as support and guided himself to the floor. His legs felt numb and weak and useless, so he laid there and then everything went black with sweet relief.
