The Prince's Consorts

15

(Chapter 15)

A warm hearted love

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Author POV

Taehyung had his face buried in the shoulder of his soulmate Jungkook, whom he had grown close to in their brief year together. 

Namjoon looked to his second youngest soulmate, who was shaking due to the strength of his sobs. Taehyung never dealt with loss well. He may have not known or even spoke a word to their unknown soulmate but he still felt the attachment to them.

Taehyung and Jungkook were the youngest and they had bonded quickly due to their mischievous natures. Both quick to want to please their soulmates, but to the rest of the palace they were the nuances. Mostly to the kitchen staff and the lecturers.

They continuously stole food from the kitchens, but to be fair you couldn't blame them. Jin's mother's food was the best, no competition needed. She would always let them have some, but they always secretly took extra when her back was turned. 

They usually gave it to Yoongi or Jin. Yoongi because he usually forgot to eat due to the schedule he maintained. And Jin so that they could tell him that his mother loved him, so wanted him to have some food from her. That always made Jin smile and as mischievous as they both were they loved seeing the smile that would blossom on the face of their eldest soulmate.

< Flashback to when Namjoon was 18 >

Taehyung was riding in the carriage along side his Grandma. They were heading to the central of Valerien where the King's palace was. They were farmers and were hoping to sell their gathered produce in better markets than they had at home.

Taehyung smiled over at his Grandma she was his mentor and guide. She had raised him ever since his parents passed away when he was 7, they died of a deadly disease. It had taken his Grandma 6 months to persuade him to finally go outside and be a child again. To not mourn and waste his childhood away in dark clothing with miserable eyes and no box-like-smile.

Now Taehyung was the smiling happy 16 year old that his Grandma had raised. Taehyung had grown to be the perfect person, well as far as human perfection could get. He was never the person to turn a blind eye to those in need, always jumping to action and helping the person in any way he could.

He just had a talent to know how to cheer people up. But when it came to himself he almost always refused the help given. But his Grandma could always see through him, read him like an open book. She would pull him into her arms and he would confess it all, he never left any detail unsaid. She would listen like she always has and advice him to the best of her ability. Watch the smile come to his face and tell him 'tears aren't meant for people with pure hearts'.