Arranged | Jinkook ✓

Chapter 6.0

This was -

Insane.

Absolutely and completely insane. Utterly bonkers. The least intelligent thing that he had ever done in his entire life, and he was racking them up pretty quickly.

Asking - no, begging, he recalled, heat flushing into his cheeks and flooding downwards. He had actually begged Jungkook to feed from him. To take his blood and -

He didn't even want to think about it. All he knew was that something dark and ugly had risen from deep within his chest at the thought of his prince being that close to someone else. That intimate.

Because it was meant to be intimate, wasn't it? He could still perfectly recall late nights spent under the dim light of a stolen candle, wrapped up in a thick, woolen blanket, rapidly reading the novels his mother always seemed so fond of. Full of suspense and romance. But there had been nothing else. No other way to satisfy his imagination.

Because he always pictured that the world was so much bigger than the tiny portion he inhabited.

Occasionally they would feature vampires. But they weren't some mythical creature that was only used as a literary device. No, they were real, made of flesh and bone just as they were. But it made for a good fairy tale. Falling in love with a being of the night, who existed only in shadows and darkness.

And it always turned out a certain way.

He had snapped the book closed the first time he had stumbled upon that forbidden chapter, before realizing that the sound had been loud enough to be heard. Had scurried back to bed so quickly he had knocked his foot against the heavy wooden frame and had been forced to keep his cry of pain and shock silent.

But he went back. Read it once. And then over and over again. Found more that he could sneak away once his mother was finished with them before they had to be returned or passed on.

He could imagine it so clearly. Someone so much prettier than him willingly baring their throat. Could feel the way his prince would touch them. Could hear the sounds they would make.

It never once crossed his mind that he might be wrong. That he was being naïve and innocent. Allowing his imagination to get carried away.

Even still, the thought of his prince that close to anyone else made something dark and terrifying begin to bubble to life deep within the pit of his stomach. And it frightened him. Made him fear that it would only grow worse as time went on.

Jealousy was ugly. And he did not want to let it blacken his heart.

...

"Taehyung?" He had barely managed to catch the other, darting from his opened door down the hallway with a speed he shouldn't have possessed. Yet he saw his only chance slipping away, and forced himself into action.

"I thought I heard the pitter patter of little jealous feet." Taehyung was -

Indescribable.

If he had been unable to formulate the words to properly describe Jungkook, then he knew he would never be able to do Taehyung justice either.

Tall and broad and handsome. Like he was meant to be in the role of prince instead of standing at the side lines as some royal adviser who probably didn't even truly fit the title.

He also got the distinct feeling that Taehyung was constantly very done with everything. Like it was just a part of his personality.

"What can this humble servant do for you today?" Just like he got the distinct idea that the other was fluent in sarcasm, a language that he unfortunately did not speak.