A just King who is admired for his caring nature towards his kingdom and its people. His patience, intelligence and wiseness. A King who is willing to do anything and reach any ends to protect the one he loves and cares about. Regardless of the ways...
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"Prince Jimin?" Yoongi called, standing outside Jimin's room. He heard the younger's voice coming from inside, asking to come in. He slid the door open, walking in to find the prince changing his clothes for the night. Humming softly under his breath. Jimin's back was towards him. He smirked a little as he walked upto behind the younger. Yoongi wrapped his left arm around the prince's waist from behind his back. Then, he pushed down the robes, to reveal his shoulder. He leaned, pressed a kiss onto the skin before sucking onto it.
Jimin chuckled a little, placing his hand over the King's and leaned in. And continued softly. Slowly relaxing under the elder's touch. Yoongi stopped, kissing the reddening mark, before pulling up the robe and tying the belt loosely around the younger's waist.
"What song is that?" He asked, stepping away.
Jimin froze for a second, turning around. Yoongi assumed he was thinking to much, but to him the prince looked a bit sad at the question. "I don't quiet know. I used to hear my mother sing this song to me when I was child. I don't remember the words, just the tune."
"It's soothing."
Jimin smiled and nodded. Resuming his humming. Yoongi watched him for a while, before remembering why he came here.
"Love, you do know that after this six months ends..." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing, "We might not be able to see each other for an entire year. During which all the other matters, personal and international needs to be settled. We can change this, of course, but for that I would have to talk to your father."
Jimin stopped humming the tune. His eyes wide, and fear-struck. It was only momentarily before the prince composed his expression to a neutral one. He sucked in a deep breath and nodded, "Of course, I will letter my father about it."
"Thank you." Yoongi smiled, and was about to turn around when he heard the prince say something else. Though he assumed it was for him— Though, it is unlikely I would get to see the end of the sixth month.
Yoongi didn't have the chance to ask Jimin about it, before the door was slid open and Taehyung walked in.
"Jimin-Oh!" He stopped seeing the King, "Oh! Oh! I-I- didn't know- I thought- I will leave. Please excuse me-"
The Lord closed his mouth, looking to and forth between the prince and King. Blushing lightly, "Right, okay, well in that case, um... what was I going to say?... Right Jimin, uh Jin hyung was asking to you to meet him tomorrow in the afternoon. He needs to get your clothes fitted."
"What for?"
"The upcoming ball, of course." Taehyung answered.
"But I thought you all had my dress my made already." Jimin pouted.
