He was laying on the floor. His bed just was not comfortable tonight, or perhaps, too comfortable. He prefers something in accordance to his mindset, but then again, what was his mindset afterall?
"I inform that my answer is a 'yes'." the anxiety that percolated through his veins was chosen to be looked over.
In a matter of seconds his father's scowl managed to gyre into a grin, something many had not witnessed in years. "You can begin the preparation of treaty agreement manuscript that I shall give my handprint for."
Jongha had harshly spun him with a grating constraint on his forearm. "You must have lost your mind! This is not a compulsion for you. You are aware, aren't you? What is this foolishery? "
" Jongha! You ought to know that manipulation is an offence in our kingdom!" The king roared vociferously. The queen's amusement was way too prominent to be shadowed under the concocted concern she feigned.
"F-father?"a meek voice debuted making all heads pivot in the direction of the girl fidgeting with her fingers nervously. The king raised his brows expectantly as she was never the one to intervene. "So is asso-association with the same g-gender, is it not?"
"ANAYA!" the queen barked at the girl who visibly cowarred yet did not seem in a deplore to back down. "M-mother, all I am saying is you can have me married to uncl- I mean king Lee too. Why brother?"
Taehyung's widened eyes failed to gather the display fronting them as the entirety started to blur- virtue of the moisture culling in them. Anaya spoke for him. It was more than he could ask for.
"You all think of me as some barbarous father, and rightfully so. However before presenting this before you all I bid my best to persuade king Lee to take Anaya's hand for his son. He was howbeit adamant on Taehyung. I fail to mustur why."
The king's voice wore off of it's usual deter. "About the lawlessness of this ordeal, I presume the imperials shall be more delighted with food on there tables by an anarchic settlement, than a sacred hunger."
"Oh! How virtuous of you. I hope you can live with yourself after you liquidate your son's life for your kingdom. Or more so.. I hope you cannot." Jongha bowed curtly and walked out with Tae's hand in his.
His stupor was abruptly dismissed when the much awaited sound of a pebble hitting his window chimed through. "Finally!"
Bare feet rushed to the window peeping down to find his lover with face not half but completely wrapped in the scarf this night.
Jungkook looked up at him and merely by the crinkling of his eyes, Taehyung could tell there was the rabbit-grin beneath the scarf.
He picked a banana leaf strewed on the ground and scribbled something on it with a piece of charcoal then flashed it up to read that Taehyung had to squint his eyes for-
'Come with me.'
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"Where is Yerin?" After a treacherous drill of getting the fearful prince to climb and jump walls, walk, and exist in the dark of the woods, here they stood by the door of Jungkook's little cottage that the aforementioned was trying to unlock but a certain baby bear on his back would not let him.
"Umm she's a-at the old age home." Jungkook grunted a little as he bent down to aim the key however Taehyung flapping the leg that was not held to place by Jungkook's hand, made the drill a lot more strenuous than it was.
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The Theft (taekook)
FanfictionJeon Jungkook, the most sly thief of the town, isn't conscious about his ugly half burnt face anymore just accepting that nobody would look beyond it to stay in his life and love him. He plans for the biggest theft of his life. That being one of th...
