Ocean's Deep √ yoonmin √

Chapter 1

Chapter 1; Five Years

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It's been five years. Five years since the worst day of his life, and five years since he stopped caring.

Five years go by differently for everyone. For some, they go by quickly as they watch the aspects of their lives grow beautifully like a rose in its bush, an eternal spring. For others, those years were an elongated version of hell, except they were alive, and the events that occurred during that time period made every intake of air feel like you were suffocating because everyone was swarming while you were frozen.

That's how Yoongi felt, anyway.

Having been denied countless relationships, whether it be platonic or romantic, as well as having to tend to his Royal duties, you could definitely describe Min Yoongi as a miserable guy.

I mean, he's always been apathetic, but after his mother's passing, he was more sad than emotionless. And his father, Min Seunggi, didn't help whatsoever. With him, it was always about work, work, work, and no play. Not that Yoongi cared much, but still. It was unfair for the kingdom to have to suffer the consequences of his father's mood swings. After his mother's death, everything changed.

Suddenly, the streets weren't busy with children or festivals, and the villages were no longer bright and colorful. The market places had been taken down by the guards, an order from the King. It seemed as if Seunggi wished for his country to be as sorrowful as he was for the passing of Haeun. The blue water emblem that used to represent the kingdom of Mintus turned into one of dark red and grey, now representing the hatred that Seunggi held for those goddamn witches. No witches or sorcerers were allowed in, except for those of the palace. Mintus, the former kingdom of water and aristocracy quickly turned into the shadow kingdom, where even bandits were afraid to approach, in fear of being killed.

Yoongi, who had not shown his face to the public since his coming of age ceremony at 15 years old, was known as the dark prince. He was said to be big, strong, and ruthless. What the citizens were unaware of was that Yoongi was a small, frail boy with a heart of gold that had been stepped on and used to everyone's pleasing one too many times.

His weapon of choice was a blade that his mother had gifted him on his thirteenth birthday, but he didn't see a reason to use it since his guard, Lee Hyuk, was with his at all times, tracing his steps even at night, when Yoongi would get up at dawn for a snack because he skipped dinner earlier, just to avoid his father. Although, he carried the small blade with him just in case.

"Hyuk."

"Yes, your Highness?"

"How do you jerk off? I mean, you're always guarding me so-" Yoongi was interrupted by the sound of Hyuk choking on his spit. It was noon, and they were with the tailor, Jangmi, as Yoongi got his measurements done for yet another harness. This one was the same as the one he was currently wearing. Sparkly, red, and hanging from his chest to his right shoulder. His current unity was wearing out, so he decided he needed a new one.

"S-Sir, I believe you know how to do that on your own," Hyuk stuttered, face turning red when Jangmi gave him a weird look.

"Hyuk, don't be stupid. I know how to do do it, trust me, I don't need you to teach me. I'm just asking if you'd be interested in having a break every once in a while. I wouldn't want you to get blue balls you know-"

"Sir, please. There's a lady here," To say Hyuk was uncomfortable was an understatement.

"Oh come on. Jangmi's got some experience, don't you, Jangmi? I mean, she's like- what? 90 years old? She's seen a penis," Yoongi said casually, raising his hands above his head as the old lady measured his waist.

"Actually, your Majesty, I'm 74," Jangmi said, a bit annoyed.

"Sure you are. Anyways, Hyuk, how do you do it? I don't think I'd be able to hold my cum in so long-" Suddenly, there was an awkward cough from the door, interrupting their conversation. Hyuk was secretly thankful that he didn't have to talk about his cum with the prince.

"Yoongi, isn't it disrespectful to ask Hyuk that?" Said a big, tall man, his voice deep and forceful. He was leaning against the wooden door, wearing a dark grey robe, as well as a harness similar to Yoongi's.

"I don't think so, father," Yoongi said with a stoic gaze, not even turning to face the King, "Isn't having a sexual drive natural? Unless- oh, Merlin. Father, do you happen to have erectile dysfunction? In that case, I'm sorry for bringing it up-"

"What? No! Yoongi, I just wanted to ask whether you were coming to brunch, but I see you're busy. I'll be seeing you for supper."

"Certainly," Yoongi replied, rolling his eyes promptly.

"And stop talking to Hyuk about masturbation, for Merlin's sake!" Seunggi said as he closed the door behind him.

"I can't promise anything."

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"That's stupid," A tall boy said, leaning against the mixing cauldron in the center of the room as the liquid inside of it bubbled.

"Okay, and I get why you're saying that- but how do you plan on supporting your argument?" Another boy perks up. This one was a bit smaller, so the maroon colored cloak on his head peaked over his eyes, but he was adamant about his dispute.

"Dude. Math is math," The taller boy counters.

"It doesn't work if pies aren't involved."

"Okay well- what're 19,154 pies divided by 61 pies?"

"314 pies."

"But what if they were salads?"

"You carry the four and- it doesn't work," The smaller one says, letting out a sigh before being interrupted by a groan from between them.

"Can you guys shut up? Just- Just one second," A boy says, seemingly much more irritated than the other two. He, too, had a cloak, but it was a navy blue instead of maroon, and he was stirring the cyan liquid in the pot as the small fairy on his shoulder watched.

"Geez. Sorry, grandpa," The smaller boy huffed.

"Hoseok. Don't talk back to me, you brat or I swear I'll kill you-" The one mixing the pot said but was interrupted by a solid knock on the door, followed by the squeak of its opening.

"Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok. You are being summoned by the King," A beautiful girl said, her name was Jennie. She was one of the many maids within the palace walls, but she was exceptionally pretty, so most of the other servants drooled over her looks.

"T-Thank you, Jennie," The tallest boy, Namjoon replied, stuttering as his face turned red.

"You're welcome," She said, closing the door behind her.

Suddenly, the room fell quiet.

What could the King want?

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