ɬɧɛ ɱąɖ ƙıŋɠ//℘ʝɱʄʄ

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It was a day filled of schedules and plans all the way from 8 in the morning to 8 in the evening. She could even watch the sunset from behind the window while being seated at the far corner in a particular chamber where seven highly ranked members were seating around a long marble table with their king at the end of the table in his throne like chair. She had been assigned a job of personnel bodyguard to the young king yet she found herself obligated to do everything other than just guarding him which, by the way, was very unnecessary for a Psychotelesis vessel but she did anyway for the sake of her home kingdom.

Currently Xena is blankly staring at nothing while the council meeting went on for almost three hours now and dinner is around the corner but the young king seemed to have more issues to discuss with his council members. Surprisingly, these dork looking nincompoops were actually serious about their jobs as council members, even the blue and the orange haired men, the ones she fought during the war.

The chamber was emptied of any sort of guards or maids which strongly proved her point that her being requested to follow the young king everywhere was just him playing with her and taking full pleasure of her helpless situation. Council meetings were supposed to be very secured and private having Xena in the chamber and have her listening to all the details can only mean one thing. That piece of handsome shit is planning on keeping her in the long run.

When the thought of it made her clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at a brunette who had a stern face on while explaining some treaty with another kingdom, probably to keep the facade on before he conquer everyone. Aa if he sensed her dagger stare, Jimin turned towards her and raised his brows at her but the girl only turned away with the lack of interest to even return his glance.

"That's all for today. Dismiss", Jimin spoke with his eyes still glued to the hollow looking girl. Everyone broke out of their serious shells and returned to their own selves. Jungkook and Hoseok zoomed out while shoving each other as they raced towards the dining area, Taehyung helped Namjoon with his work, Jin hiding behind Yoongi as they exited the chamber. Taehyung and Namjoon were out as well to head to the dining area as well, leaving Jimin and his little bodyguard.

The young king leaned back on his chair as he stared at the emotionless girl in her firm stance that screamed General. He bit his lower lip before standing up and walked towards the girl who had her arms behind her. Jimin purposely slowed down when he neared her and brushed against her shoulder before stopping in front of the window behind her and gazed out.

Jimin started loosening his red tie and unbuttoned two top buttons of his shirt as he half seated on the ledge of the window. He manly crossed his legs while taking out a thick stick of cigar and lit it up before smoking it. He rest the side of his head against the glass of the window with his eyes staring at the side profile of the girl.

Xena took a quick glance at him and found him already staring outside and probably at nothing because it's just an open field with few statues and small gardens. Even with such quick glance, she was able to catch that emotion in his orbs. Exhaustion. Not just physical exhaustion, but mentally and emotionally too.

The man let out deep quiet sigh, causing a huge cloud of smoke to puff out from his mouth. His hand suddenly searched for hers and Xena took advantage of him not watching her to quickly move her arms in front, leaving Jimin's grasp empty. The young king side eyed the General and sent her a small glare before grabbing her wrist and pulled her towards him, making her stumble a little.

"Stop resisting", Jimin groaned out before shifting his gaze back out with his hand holding hers and thumb stroking the back of her hand. She gulped as she felt goosebumps everywhere and awkwardly shifted on her feet.  "Do you know why I keep touching you, Xena?", wow. Him addressing her with her full name hits different. He averted his eyes down to her stiff hand, knowing well she would've clenched it into a fist and swing at him but that's not occupying his mind at the moment.