UNUM (YOONMIN•ON-GOING)

Chapter 16

Jimin hopes he gets swallowed by the soil right now instead of sitting still infront of the King's gaze infront of him. Stupid, how careless can you be, he reminds himself.

There is no one to blame, really, but himself and— Yoongi.

The King sure knows how to annoy the hell out of him, and being the stupid he was, took the bait and now, he's here with the very being he's trying to avoid to save himself from being killed by a ruthless King who killed lots of witches during his boredom.

Jimin tried to avoid Yoongi's gaze but he knew he can't keep doing that especially on how awkward it is right now, at least for him, being thrown inside the King's chamber instead of being in a jail that smelled mold or whatnot with other prisoners, but none of that happened when he was unwillingly taken against his will out of the house earlier before his friends could even get home. He wonders if they're already home and if they're looking for him.

None of their neighbors suspected what was really happening the moment the Palace people took Jimin with them as Namjoon, who Jimin thinks could be a professional manipulator of somesort, easily lied infront of their faves and made them believe that he and Yoongi were once good childhood friends, and that the King had been looking him for awhile now and since Yoongi finally found him, the King wouldn't want his friend to continously live away from hin.

What a cringe-fucking lie! He almost puke hearing that. It doesn't sound neutral at all. It sounds like some romantic clichè story.

He wants to yell and tell them Namjoon's fucking lying but how could he, when Yoongi threatened to hurt Boongi (of course that was a lie, Yoongi would never) and Jimin, being the soft-hearted, gullible person he was, believed him and so let them with their lie and take him back with them to the Palace against his will.

"You're not much of a talker, are you? Or, only because it's me that you don't want to speak with?" Yoongi asks, smirking.

Jimin rolled his eyes, still not meeting the King's gaze.

Yoongi was sitting in front of him, with his legs spread open like earlier, to which luckily the thick fabric of the cloth that he's now doesn't allow the curve underneath his pants to show much to Jimin's liking.

It was awkward, really. The tension between them was thick and suffocating. Now that Jimin realised it, there was something between him and Yoongi that he can't yet to figure which makes him mysteriously feel fidgetty with the King around. He wonders if the King can feel it too.

Jimin sits on the edge of the bed where Yoongi allowed him t,o which again to him was, confusing and awkward at the same time but also, inviting for him to sleep on.

Since he was away from his hourglass, he can't tell what time it is right now and Yoongi's bed was really tempting to sleep on. It was cushioned. It was soft. Not as soft as the matresses he used to lay on but close enough. He never imagined he'll be able to experience this type of bed again as he was used to wooden bed by now.

He just wants to lie and sleep but the King wouldn't allow that, given that this is Yoongi's bed and he's in the middle of interrogation.

However he can't turn aside the fact that Yoongi has a warm and cozy room despite his scary demeanor. His room doesn't look plain nor boring at all. If anything, it really screams loyalty. Jimin wonders how many women had been into his room and warmed his bed. How many concubine he has. That thought alone made him shiver, enough to keep Jimin awake.

"Right, just with me I guess," Yoongi replied to himself, nodding.

"Where's Boongi?" Jimin finally asked.