(JJK - 전정국 | PJM - 박지민)
❝A true king doesn't give a fuck about the scars he'll have to bear to bring his people safety,❞ Jimin scowls at the vile man in front of him, his eyes aflame with fury.
❝And a true king never asserts his power by torturing s...
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"Will you be singing this year as well?" Garam brings two cups of tea and places them on the table, his robe tied loosely around his waist.
Han-gyeol steps into the room, tying his robe and takes his place at the table, opposite to Garam. "Not this time. There's a lot of work on me this year." He takes a sip of his tea.
Garam places himself on Han-gyeol's lap, digging his fingers into the other's hair and planting a gentle kiss on the jaw. "You work so hard, love. You should take a day off." He smiles. "You and I, a getaway. What do you say?"
Han-gyeol's eyes shut close for a second as the effect of the kiss settles into him. Sighing softly, he looks up. "I'm really sorry, but I can't. This soldier's day is rather crucial," he runs his thumb over Garam's bottom lip.
"What's so different about this one?" Garam tips his head to the side, curious.
Oh, how Han-gyeol wished he could tell Garam everything, but it lay inside the bounds of impossibility. He had a duty to fulfill; his love to protect even more so.
Drifting away from the topic, he says instead: "You'll know." And places a kiss on Garam's lips.
Garam tugs at Han-gyeol's bottom lip, a tiny whine emitting out of him. He moves his hips against Han-gyeol's in an attempt to impede the latter.
"We just got finished," Han-gyeol breaks the kiss, their mouths still lingering over one another.
"I have needs," Garam runs a finger over the other's nose, earning a chuckle. "Don't laugh. You must meet those needs."
"I will, I promise." Han-gyeol gives him a loving smile.
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"An escape?" Engulfed in bewilderment, Yoongi's eyes widen as an unbelieving scoff comes out of him. "Have they lost it? A goddamn escape? They will die if they try."
Hoseok's face is sunk in worry. With the skin of his forehead creased and his throat piercingly dry from lack of water, he rests his back against the wall. "So I heard, Min," he says. "They will escape tonight."
"Who told you?" Yoongi asks, curious as to where Hoseok was receiving all this information from.
"I received a letter from Changwon's first noble," Hoseok tells him.
"The prince's right hand?" At this point, Yoongi feels nothing but immense incredulity. "You're coordinating with the prince's right hand?"
"Not exactly, I haven't written him back. I've just been receiving letters that are signed by the so-called first noble," Hoseok heaves an exhausted sigh, his body aching from all the pain Yoongi and him have endured in the past few days. "But all events that the person has stated in the letters have taken place. It does not feel like just a mockery."
