The Theft (taekook)

3. A word.

Three words. All it took were three words.

"Greetings, Sir Jungkook.."

He had been all around the country (in search of a cure for his mother's illness). He had witnessed beauty a hundred, thousand, million times. He had seen dainty women with noteworthy features and head turning curves, clean-cut virile looking men having robust built, flowers looking so unreal that the God's ingenious creativity drops jaw to the ground, panorama of murals and unseen creatures the human population is yet to find out about. He has seen everything, he thought.

But this was not beauty. This was.. This was... Ughh! He needs a word.

"Jungkook-ssi? "

"S-sir is a big word, y-your highness."

Never in years had jungkook stammered. He hasn't obtained his self proclaimed designation of flimflam for nothing. Speaking was his best knack. What did just happen?

"Highness is a big word, Sir." the little smile, constant.

"Please call me Jungkook, your highness."

A word. A word. What's the word?

"Okay. And you call me Taehyung when nobody is in vicinity."

"Whatever you wish, your high-.. I mean.. T-taehyung." Rubbing the nape he tightened the grip on his new bronze sword scabbard that reflected the thin razor sharp card of sunlight that peeped through the centimeter gap between the two curtains.

Ughhh. God-like? Too much. Gorgeous? Too little. Give me a word for this man!!!

"Jungkook you zone out a lot." a melodious chuckle was heard.

"I'm sorry your h- taehyung. This new to me."

"What is?"

"Acting like a ninny-hammer. It's not me, i-i don't know why I'm this way today."

"Oh- oh.. My apologies. Did i say something? Did mother ask you to not talk to me? I wouldn't, I promise. Just please don't tell her i tried to befriend you."

"No, your highness. I'm just a nervous mess, today being my first day. I'll get ahold of myself. Also, I've never met your mother and I'm not a blabbermouth. Don't worry."

I'll go out of my mind if I don't find a word for you.

"Okay. Jungkook, could you ask Jaebum ssi if I'll be given new clothes to wear tomorrow?"

"I'm sure you will be. You're a Prince."

Taehyung looked at Jungkook raising his eyebrows into an arch before smiling. This wasn't the smile like the earlier one. It was more... Plastic. Jungkook concluded he did not like this smile on taehyung.
"Jaebum-ssi will most probably be down the hall. Thank you."

*****

"All I'm saying is I do not have a good intuition about this boy. He seems... Mysterious." Sir Yoongi sipped on his tea adjusting his glasses as he and Lt. Hosoek stood by the windowsill observing the newly recruited royal guard in navy blue uniform and a similar shawl wrapped around his lower right face to the left side of neck talked with Jaebum with a mundane expression on his face.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures, sir. He is a trained swordsman, practiced in archery, well built and good with words. Too good to be true, if you ask me."

"Taehyung's safety is one of my main concerns despite the queen's orders to not worry about him. Keep an eye out."

"I've always had, sir."