Veiled

9:ᏌᏁᎬXᏢᎬᏟᏆᎬᎠ ᏢᎪᎦᎦᎬᏁᎶᎬᏒ

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I've finally crawled out from the depths of hell and I'm here.

Updates will be more constant because I'm on fall break so yay. It's probably not gonna last long tho.

His father had called him up to his office. Jungkook knows why, but he still hoped it was something else. Something like taking the prince out last night.

At least that would prevent him from leaving.

The Chief sits comfortably in his office chair as he spins in it like a child. He is dressed in formal clothing instead of his usual shorts and loose t-shirt. Jungkook couldn't say he looks too much like his father.

He has his thin lips and dark brows, but that was about it. He mostly resembles his mother who was the jewel of the empire.

He misses her a lot in moments like these.

"Yes, father?" The younger werewolf made himself known with the question, causing his father to stop his spinning.

He gave him a small smile and patted the empty spot in front of him. "Come, Jungkook."

A somber expression overcame this face when his son stood still in front of him. "The date is set. You will depart from Տєℓєиє at 6 A.M."

Jungkook looked down at his hands and slowly nodded. "Alright. I'll get packing."

"No need for that. Everything will be provided for you at President Kim's house." His father stacked a few folders on top of another without looking at him.

"I'm going to stay in their home?" Jungkook looks around in disbelief. "I don't think that's a good idea Father."

The older snaps his black eyes back to him and frowns in disapproval. "Nonsense. Soobin is a good friend and person. He was eager to agree. Although. we should continue to keep our secret agenda to ourselves. I trust that you'll behave."

His father looks at him pointedly, the way he did when he was a scrawny little pup that was too scared to live in the woods for a month alone.

He matched his steely gaze and nodded once. "Yes, Chief."

The man dropped his stern look for a found one. "Very well. I'll inform the-"

"What about Prince Jimin? I was supposed to be in charge of him." Jungkook blurted out his thoughts without meaning to.

The Chief's eyebrows rose. "Don't worry about His Majesty. I'll appoint someone else. Just focus on your mission."

The other werewolf hesitates but subtly nods before getting up and stalking out of the office.

Jungkook doesn't know why he has this need to tell prince Jimin of where he will go. Maybe it's because of their small treaty, or the way he looked so lost last night, but it didn't matter.

Instincts were always right here in Տєℓєиє.

Up, down and up again.

"Higher Yoongi!" He shouted over the wind, basically brimming with joy as the guard complied.

"Yes! Higher Guard Min!" Eunbyul yells right after him, laughing hysterically.

Yoongi's jaw twitches through his stoic face, a flicker of annoyance igniting in his eyes.

Jimin loves the swings; loves how they made him feel like he was being thrown up into the air. It reminds him of when he was a baby.

A chubby baby that had a little too much fat.