Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Fifty Six: Yourself

A/N:

(fanart in pic above---credit to moru_1013 on twt! love this pic <3)

hello! wanna know something funny?

I think I broke my toe yesterday.

wanna know something sad?

I did it by kicking the ceiling.

LMAOOOO.

ninjas aren't meant for this industrial world. maybe in my next life I can kick freely without bearing the horrible consequences of my actions..:(

anyway!! I love you sososososo much more than you realize. thanks for reading!

izzy

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"Do you think that they'll accept Jimin in our relationship? Or...will they think three people is weird?" Taehyung walked alongside his worried husband down the hallway, on their way towards the half-blood's room. 

Silver eyes wearily examined the doors as they passed, flitting about in disinterest. Jungkook had the habit of zoning out in his surroundings whenever he was deep in thought, hardly noticing his physical place in the world. 

"They should...I mean, as long as we all love each other." The blonde squeezed Jungkook's hand in his, the ravenette long since forgiven him for the trick in the bathroom. "I mean, when we got married, I'm sure there was an opposition crowd against you wedding me, Kook. With Jimin, it's different. People seemed to respect him a lot more than me, you know?"

A click of the tongue. "They only opposed our marriage 'cause they wanted to be with your hot ass, Tae. Pretty sure their disillusion was with me."

The blonde chuckled warmly. "Ah, but are you sure it was my looks? Or was it my wealth? My social power? Whatever is was, they didn't want to marry me for me."

Jungkook nibbled on his lip. "Man, all this talk about power makes me want to give up my throne...haha."

"You're kidding." Taehyung briefly glanced at the amusement on Jungkook's features, surprised he didn't see something darker there. "Wait, are you actually serious?"

Jungkook paused, nodding more to himself than to the blonde. His demeanor shifted to one internally reflective, mulling over the idea of giving up his royal power like a new color he'd never previously seen. 

"I think I am..." Jungkook mused, surprising himself with the words. "I mean, we were born and bred into royalty, serving Noirwood almost our entire lives. The meetings, events, expectations, limitations...I don't know, Tae. It wouldn't make sense for me to remain prince while you two aren't. Plus, I'm a demon now! It would make my father roll in his grave to know that the blood of Satan now runs through his ruling son."

The blonde noted how little Jungkook attacked his lips during his soliloquy--Taehyung figured what the other said rung a bell inside the ravenette's brain to temporarily halt his anxieties. 

"Demon or no demon, I think you're a born leader, Kook." Taehyung gave an honest smile to his lover. "Even if you give up the title of prince, you'll always be leading Noirwood in heart."

Amusement flowered in Jungkook's lightened irises, fresh like the spring blooms of hyacinths that touched the Oak Castle grounds. The blonde leaned more into Jungkook's warm body, taking the other's silence as reflective adoration. On, they walked. 

Finally, they reached Jimin's room, sobered by the thoughts of being okay no matter what title or position they were in. Love bound them together with Jimin, and if their old ways must be destroyed to accommodate the new standard, then so be it.