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Jungkook paced over towards Taehyung quickly, his eyes refraining from leaving the sight of the servant in front of him. He couldn't seem to prevent himself from walking over to the boy, who only noticed the Prince once Jungkook was standing right before his eyes.

"Taehyung," the raven-haired man murmured, fixating his gaze upon the shorter male's face. Taehyung had beautiful brown orbs, which complimented his tanned skin perfectly; and the Prince couldn't quite believe how ethereal the blue-haired boy looked. "I didn't think you'd come."

"Oh," the servant responded awkwardly, feeling his mouth growing dry after every passing second. "I mean.. I can go if you like," he mumbled sheepishly, immediately feeling extremely embarrassed underneath the Prince's intimidating gaze.

Internally, Jungkook wanted to slap himself. The last thing he wanted to come across was ignorant, although Taehyung's reply signalled to him that he couldn't seem to appear friendly even if he tried.

"I didn't mean that," the Prince quickly said, shaking his head. Taking a short breath, the younger braced himself for what his entire body was urging him to say. "I mean, what I wanted to ask was if you'd like to dance with me?"

Taehyung froze as his heart skipped a beat, not believing he'd heard the Prince clearly. "What?" he asked, adopting a dumb tone whilst he stared at the taller male obliviously. "I don't understand, Sir."

Jungkook wiped his sweaty palms against the fabric of his suit, unable to understand why he felt so nervous. He didn't care for what the people around them thought over the fact the Prince was engaging in conversation with a servant, only to whether Taehyung would potentially reject his offer.

"Would you like me to take you for a dance?" he repeated, adopting a firmer tone, before adding another comment. "And remember what I said, Taehyung. Don't call me that," he said with distaste, disliking the formality the servant had towards him.

Ironically, Jungkook demanded respect from almost everyone he met, however it seemed to be completely different with Taehyung. He wanted nothing more than to only have a normal conversation with the boy, all social expectations cast aside.

Meanwhile, the pair were receiving icy glares from everyone around them. The King and Jennie were amongst the angriest individuals who couldn't believe the sight in front of their eyes. The Princess felt intense rage that the Prince had cut their own dance short to converse with her own slave as well as the King who only pierced daggers into the back of his son's head, feeling extremely humiliated over the shame Jungkook had brought upon the entire family.

"I don't know.." the blue-haired boy trailed off, shyly glancing at the fellow onlookers staring at the pair. "Everyone's looking at us."

Jungkook rolled his eyes at Taehyung as he held out his hand confidently, despite completely crumbling with nerves internally.
"If there's one thing I've learnt over the past few years, is that you shouldn't care what anyone thinks of you."

Taehyung paused for a minute, before taking the Prince's hand, evidently persuaded by Jungkook's words. As the two walked over to the centre of the ballroom, Jungkook placed his palm against the side of the servant's waist whilst Taehyung did the same, except taking ahold of the younger's shoulder.

The Prince liked the feeling of his hand against the boy's body much more than what he'd felt with Jennie. In fact, he felt exhilarated. Looking into Taehyung's eyes as the two of them proceeded to dance was one of the best experiences Jungkook had felt in his entire life, and he didn't quite know why.

"You're confusing," the servant said quietly after a few seconds, slowly dancing in perfect sync to the rhythm of the music. "I thought you hated me."

"Who's to say I still don't?" the Prince shot back, loathing the feeling of his guard slowly breaking down. He could sense how he was almost imminent from acting his true self in front of the boy whom he barely knew, which scared him, although he immediately regretted his words after witnessing Taehyung's face fall. "I didn't mean that," he quickly said, tightening the grip he had slightly upon his waist.

"I don't expect you to like me anyway," the servant revealed, masking the intense glum feeling he was experiencing by a tone of nonchalance. "You're a Prince, and I'm not."

The reality of his words sunk into the pit of Jungkook's stomach, creating a dismal atmosphere around the two. He wanted nothing more than to confess to Taehyung that he didn't care about the ridiculous social expectations imposed on the two of them, although he didn't seem to be able to muster the words from his mouth.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung piped up after a few seconds, glancing up at the Prince's face. "Why are you dancing with me?"

Again, the raven-haired felt himself unable to respond, because he didn't know the answer to his question either. Why was he dancing with the servant? Taehyung was no different to any other slave wandering around the palace, although there was something that seemed to draw Jungkook towards him. The first look the Prince made towards him acted as an instant magnet, drawing the younger towards him almost immediately.

"I don't know," Jungkook answered honestly, biting down against his bottom lip. "I honestly don't know."

"I'm happy for you and the Princess. She seems very elated over the upcoming marriage," the servant said after a few moments, even though his insides were screaming at him to say the complete opposite.

He wasn't happy.

He knew he had absolutely no place to intervene between the two and dance with the Prince, despite the fact that he couldn't reject Jungkook's offer. He couldn't refuse the opportunity to dance with him.

The Southern Prince was alluring, and Taehyung found himself hooked. He already knew he was indefinitely into guys, although the matter this time was different. It wasn't just any normal man he liked. He felt himself attracted to the Prince. It was wrong; and he knew it.

On the other hand, Jungkook remained quiet. Taehyung's statement caused his insides to coil up in repulsion as he only nodded in agreement, forcing a smile on his face. He didn't know why he felt so dejected upon Taehyung's compliment, since the servant was only addressing his own marriage.

"I should go," the Prince suddenly said once the song came to a halt, signalling the two had danced throughout the entire passage. "Yoongi's expecting me soon," he continued, spitting out any excuse which came to his head in that precise second.

"Oh. Okay," the servant said, suddenly feeling awkward again. It was evident Jungkook was only excusing himself from the dance with a lame reason, although the boy couldn't fight him on it. After all, he was a servant and that's all he'd ever be.

In response, he withdrew his hand from the Prince, allowing his arms to hang on either side of his body. "Thank you for the.. dance."

Jungkook only nodded curtly once he pulled back from the boy's waist, ignoring the aggressive stares either one of them were receiving from the onlookers.

He felt different. He felt bitter; bitter about the fact that he couldn't dance with Taehyung normally and that he couldn't pull out of the marriage he'd been forced into. He felt bitter over the reality that he was a Prince, even though there was nothing more he wanted than to lead a normal life away from the spotlight.

Jungkook loathed it.

So instead, the Prince hurried out the ballroom, walking away from the dance which was dedicated to him, and he actively put as much distance as he could between him and the captivating blue-haired boy whom Jungkook found himself being drawn towards despite his constant attempts at staying away from the servant.

A/n: after this book (which I'm not even halfway through lmao) I'm gonna start a new one bc I have a SICK plot but which ship should I do?? outta namjin, yoonmin or another taekook. :)

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