Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Fifty Eight: Crazies

A/N:

hello everyone!! :)

hope you're doing swell, eating enough, getting outside enough, taking care of yourselves!

duly hope you are not getting bored with the story.  

love you to jin's moon and back! <3

izzy

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"We're so proud of you, Jimin."

Jungkook squeezed the half-blood in a death grip along with Taehyung. They were seated outside the Oak Castle on a certain bench underneath a certain crabapple tree. One that held lots of history for them.

"So so so proud, Jimin." Taehyung grinned from ear to ear, pressing small kisses on the base of Jimin's neck. "You're Noirwood's hero."

"Woah there." Jimin wiggled free of the tight grasp, tears all but dried up on his cheeks. "I wouldn't go that far. Tae, you were the one who killed my father, and Jungkook, you were the one who powered the entire plan. If it wasn't for the both of you, my dad would have urged his army on as fast as possible--we'd all basically be goners. With my father dead, we have time. Opportunity. Hope."

The ravenette laid a proud hand on Jimin's thigh. It seemed something had shifted in the air, as all three demons turned their attention to the Oak Castle. The inside was bustling with activity, servants clamoring about to organize the belongings of thousands of people and prepare supplies for the trip. On the outside, however, the large stone exterior was rather silent, brooding. It was as if the castle itself knew it would be abandoned shortly.

"Hmmm..." Jungkook sighed, leaning into Jimin. "Our last day in Noirwood...what should we do with it?"

The blonde jumped off the bench with an idea. He clapped his hands together, large brown eyes regarding his boyfriends in excitement. After a few seconds of him standing there in silence, he crossed his arms. 

"So? Aren't you going to guess what I'm thinking?"

Jimin pretended to think deeply, rubbing at his chin with intellectual intensity. "I...wow, I think I know! You want to have sex?"

Taehyung frowned, kicking the bottom of the bench. Jungkook laughed, grabbing Jimin's arm in affection. This only made the blonde turn his head in distaste. He clicked his tongue.

"Nope. I'm not that animalistic, give me more credit." 

Taehyung motioned for Jungkook to stand up, pointing for Jimin to stay seated. The silver-eyed man stood up, giggling while the blonde sized him up. Taehyung appeared to change his mind then, pointing for Jungkook to sit back down. 

"What! Am I not good enough now?" The ravenette plopped back on the bench with attitude, clearing his throat and pretending to be immersed in studying the crabapple tree. "Fine, Jimin's company is better anyway."

Taehyung ignored the ravenette and wiggled his hand out at Jimin. The half-blood pointed at his chest as if to say who me? and Taehyung nodded emphatically. Right when Jimin lifted his hand out to be taken by the blonde's, Jungkook swatted his hand down.

"Hey! Traitor!" Jungkook held Jimin's hand in his own, pinning it to the bench. Jimin fought it, reaching his other hand out towards the blonde, only to have it pinned as well.

"That's playing dirty, Kook." Taehyung frowned, jutting a hip out. His long, ringed fingers still wiggled around in the air. "Jimin has free will. Just because I wanted to dance with him instead of you-"