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The slumber he had wasn't a pleasant one. In fact, it was the worse. Jimin never knew he was capable of crying in his sleep nor was he aware of his new habit of fumbling around the sheets to search for the comfort he loves which sadly wasn't there last night. The clenching of his heart gave him no break at all for the entire night and he had to sleep through the night with it. He had a feeling that even if he went out to search for the General, he wouldn't be returning with her considering her stubbornness, also the fact that he indeed hurt her with he recent coldness.

In the depth of his ego and pride, Jimin failed to convince himself to make it up to her in the morning and decided to procrastinate it as the important guests were supposed to arrive early in the morning which he also hoped that the General would be too pissed off to come to work today so he could avoid another heartbreak. Why? Because he knew very well that the guests he's having aren't going to be in the favors of Xena.

Even with that, Jimin persuaded himself that it was necessary to have them coming by in hopes of empowering his kingdom with great wealth even when the deal offered by those guests remained unannounced. Anyhow, he had to form some sort of ally with these guests if he wants to more power even if the opportunity cost was to put his relationship situation aside for now. She wouldn't mind, right?

Anyway, Jimin had to wake up even with the wink of sleep he had and get ready to welcome his guests. The young king rolled out of his spacious bed with a groan and dragged himself into the bathroom as maids poured in to put his outfit together. The morning seemed dreadful and boring with the presence of the General, even for the maids, yet the young king still tries to dismiss the discomfort and move on with his day.

After getting dressed in his black suit, because he wasn't in the mood for blazing red attire, Jimin trudged down to the throne room where rows of officers, guards and maids stood by in service for the royals. The council members were all well dressed and prepared as well, even Jungkook was punctual today. The meeting is obviously a critical one considering the formal dress code everyone was in and the heavy and nervous atmosphere.

His face void of emotions, posture stiff and lips flattened, not giving any welcoming expressions even to his council members who also took their king's stone cold self as a warning to not trigger the ticking bomb. The room was filled with high status people yet it felt so empty without the infamous bodyguard. The air was filled with small chattering and chuckles yet all off them irritated his ears as none of them sounded like her beautiful giggles.

Even knowing that she wouldn't show up, Jimin still found himself glancing around the room in hopes of spotting a specific ebony haired woman with her strong features and fearless stance only to disappoint himself when he remembered why she wasn't there.

Because he was the reason why

His hands trembled when he recalled the harsh slap he gave her on her rosy tear-stained cheeks. Oh the tears, the tears that she shed for him. The cracking voice of hers when she yelled at him, secretly begging him to stay by her side after his constant avoidance. If only he could imagine how bad it fucking hurts to be her. To be Xena.
He could only hope she doesn't show up right now and meet the guests he invited because that will only shatter her.

"She isn't here...", a deep voice sounded beside Jimin and made him flinched out of his heartache. A red haired prince seated himself beside the king with his gaze blankly glued to the red carpet in front of him before slowly averting towards his wide eyed cousin who gulped at his statement. Somewhere in his voice, Taehyung vibrated anger and resentment and Jimin caught on that.

Before Jimin could voice out, the double doors of the throne swung open with a large group of people standing in the doorway, holding them heads up high and shoulders opened. Even after their multiple defeats and shamefully accused of human-weaponry, they still found pride in their heads and wore thick silky capes as they strolled down the carpet towards the throne.