Masquerade [M.YG + BTS]

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          The kingdom of Leakrodia and its citizens' moods were upraised by King Eilford's wonderful news of a son born into the royal family. After years of grief over their first baby's death, Queen Mariana had finally given birth to a healthy boy whose name is Prince Youngjae.

Because of this, there has been a rise in trade and an increase in money. The kingdom soon began to flourish under the happiness of the King, Queen, and Prince.

But on days where even though it seemed everyone was joyous, there was always another side to the story.

Yoongi ran past people, bumping into their shoulders each time. His uneven and harsh pants escaped his mouth unwillingly. Lungs burned and grew dry with every second, every slight pain getting sharper like a burning flame fogging up his air passageways with thick black smoke.

"Come back here, ya scoundrels! Thieves I tell you! Thieves!" A man with the voice color of grey shouted at the boys hurdling loaves of bread in their arms or shirts. Both carried as much as they could manage.

Once they were far away and out of sight, Yoongi exhaled a breath of relief, his brother following along as he leaned against the wall.

"Oi, you're bonkers, he almost caught us." The colors of pastel blue and pink show.

"Sehun," Yoongi took his time to steady his heart rate and uneven breathing. "We got the food, didn't we?"

Grinning, the older of the two pulls Yoongi in and gives him a knuckle sandwich. "Ya brat, come here!"

Once they were finished fooling around, they hurried back to their home right after nightfall. Sehun peeked his head inside the door and scanned the area. "There's no sign of papa."

"Good."

Sneaking in wasn't something they always did. Usually, they were supposed to arrive at seven when their papa, Junmyeon, had just finished cooking supper. But plans were delayed because of the obnoxious chase.

Tiptoeing, Yoongi trailed behind Sehun and crouched so he would minimize his size.

Right when they were about to make it past the kitchen where they heard the sizzling of liquid, Sehun stopped in his tracks, which then led to Yoongi's face ramming onto the elder's back.

"You're late."

There was no need to have to face the said person to guess whose magenta and ruby colors this voice belonged to.

"Ah, papa... Why, isn't it nice to see you," Sehun plasters a smile onto his face in hopes of diverting Junmyeon.

"Don't try to play coy with me. You know I worry."

"And for that we're sorry." Yoongi straightens his back and pulls on that apologetic look, same ones he learned from the older son. "Really. We lost track of time while collecting some bread."

Suspicion arose in Junmyeon's features. "And where did you happen to get them from? Certainly not from how little coins you've got." He scoffs.

Practically sweating, Sehun gulps and opens his mouth to speak. "A nice old lady gave them to us."

Junmyeon raises his brows until he sighs and his body is no longer tense. He releases his arms and hangs them at his sides.

"Alright then. I'll hold you to your word. Now go wash up for dinner, both of you smell terrible as if you hadn't bathed in days."

"Aye, but it is the truth," Sehun lopsidedly smiles.

"Yuck, on with it!" Junmyeon laughs, shooing the two giggling boys away.