𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 ~ 𝓥𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴

㈣ | First Love

World n° 1

Jungkook was cleaning the royal cutlery in the kitchen when a guard knocked loudly on the door, startling him and he was on the verge of dropping everything to the ground. His blood froze in his veins when he was told that the royal advisor summoned him to his private quarter and he couldn't think straight even when the guard was practically dragging him to where he was ordered.

Last time that happened, the advisor began ragefully and hatefully screaming at him and then he was thrown in jail without food nor water for what felt like eternity before getting whipped and he took longer to heal than usual, and the last time he was summoned to the king's chambers, well, he was sexually abused then thrown out.

So all things considered, he felt sure that nothing good could come off from the visit at all. And he guessed it was whether Jimin feeling horny in the middle of the day or that he did something wrong and he was going to hell of regret it, and he hated both altenatives.

The guard pushed him to the door, knocked gently then left him alone waiting with a pale face and ragged breath, expecting hell to lash out on him once the door cracks open for both the king and his advisor seemed to hate him just as much and he never understood the reason, nor why they didn't kill him yet if they despised him that much and they had the power to behead him with two simple words. Yet he was grateful they didn't hate him to the point of ending his life yet.

It wasn't even a few seconds and the door swung open, the royal advisor showing with a pleasant smile on his face and Jungkook couldn't help but feel his breath hitch in his throat at the act of kindness. The latter never smiled to him at all and it was the first time ever that he had seen his cute eye smile, his beautiful aligned white teeth and the way his nose scrunches up in that adorable way.

He felt his heart swelling at the sight, warming out too and he knew that he shouldn't feel that way for some reason. The advisor always just frowned and ordered him around like a slave, not to mention always criticized all what he did, including his cooking which was the best thing he does, and he felt somehow strangely special that he finally got to see him smile, he knew his smile would be breathtaking long way before seeing it.

“Enter, Jungkook. We need to talk.” Jimin said with the same sweet smile, sweetness seeping to his very words but Jungkook still could feel it, the danger behind those words.

Even as the black haired man in front of him grinned, almost radiating complete peace, Jungkook knew he was anything but 'sweet', and that just as much as he feels himself melting at the advisor's way too good looks, there was still a reason why he got suddenly nice.

Jimin pointed out to the sofa and Jungkook sat where Jimin had instructed him to, suddenly feeling very out of place. He felt that he was soiling the expensive furniture by just sitting on it with his dirty clothes, felt as if he was dirtying the air just with his mere intake of soft breaths.

Jimin, noticing Jungkook's expression, sat next to him, his hand on his thigh, a look of affection in his eyes, while Jungkook's doe ones only widened in confusion. Jimin noticed how beautiful the servants eyes were, how beautiful Jungkook was as a whole and it was something he had never noticed before until he saw him dressed up as a king, in a silk robe, with expensive jewelry and clean silky hair.

It actually got him a bit jealous when he thought that Taehyung must've asked for Jungkook because he had noticed his beauty and handsomeness way before he did, but he was quick to recall the real purpose of what he was doing.

“You, sweetie, was never meant to be a kitchen boy.” Jimin muttered so softly that Jungkook felt as if he had melted with the words, and they almost seemed as a melody to his ears, at least until the gears of his mind snapped out of their hypnotis and realized what the words meant.

And he suddenly looked rather frightened, his doe eyes sending a signal of distress, blinking repeatedly in alarm and he almost paled. Jimin caressed the side of his face tenderly, shushing him or rather shushing his thoughts before resuming. “I didn't mean you are so terrible that you don't even amount to be a kitchen boy, Ggukie. I never said that.”

Jungkook was very shocked at the endearment, shocked at the entirety of the situation still, and he wasn't understanding anything but when he heard 'ggukie', he felt almost certain that it was all just in his brain.

Jimin was never nice to him, and the sudden niceness would've actually scared him more than pleased him if he wasn't so hypnotized by Jimin's perfect face a few inches away from his own, and distracted by the man's right hand on the side of his face, while the other one resting on his thigh. It was unprecedented, unpredicted and totally didn't make sense with how things were supposed to be.

He was just a low ranked commoner, and Jimin was the royal advisor. He didn't understand why the latter even spent his time speaking to a worthless servant like him. And yet, he was so grateful that Jimin was by his side, looking so mind-blowing and for a second, all Jungkook was able to think about were the advisor's red plump lips, and how soft they must've feel if pressed against his own.

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