Veiled

11: Ꭺ ᎰᎪᏞᏞ

ｙｅｓ ｈｅｌｌｏ and welcome back to another week of wtf am I doing?
Idk how long I was absent but I'm back!

❗️𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽:
I want to make clear that this shitty relationship between Jimin and Yoongi isn't cute or normal. It's not supposed to be portrayed like that and if it does seem that way, you have permission to cancel me. It's abusive and unhealthy. Bare with me whoever thought the Yoonmin ship was going to be good, okay?

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Breakfast went without another incident and soon, Taehyung was leaving for school and Mr. Kim's phone was going off every second he didn't answer it.

Jungkook smirk has gotten impossibly more smug and intolerable as they lounge in the living room, waiting for Mr. Kim to get back to them with news.

Taehyung lingers longingly by the front door as his mother tries to get him out of the house. His striking sapphire irises seem to burn holes on the side of Jungkooks face.

Jimin watches the hybrid with curiosity but turns his head at the speed of light when Taehyung realizes his stare.

"Get out the door already! If you're late to school one more time, by God Kim Taehyung, I'll get you kicked out from student council myself!" Mrs. Kim nags and finally pushes him out the door with a shove of her humongous wings.

The vampire's muffled laughs don't go unnoticed by Jungkook. He subtly nudges him in the arm, forcing Jimin to shut up.

"That boy! He has gotten more troublesome by the years." The woman mumbles under her breath before closing the door shut and turning to smile at them.

"I'll get you another room set up for Your Highness if you decide to stay. Be right back!" She pads down the hallway, wings shuffling until the sound disappears.

Jungkook takes no time to grab his hand and jerk Jimin forward. His ear presses against the werewolf's lips as he whispers threateningly.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Jungkook hisses.

The prince responds in a weak voice. "I just wanted to see ѦηїмѦ, I swear! I don't want to go back, Jeon, please."

He rolls his eyes at the other. "Look, Prince Jimin. You cannot be here. If what you tell us is correct, the Prime Minister wants world domination and your pretty little head. You are more valuable if you stay in Տєℓєиє."

Jimin's breath catches at the word 'pretty' being associated with him. There has been only a handful of people who call him that. He can't help but grin sheepishly. "Oh, so you think my head is pretty?

Jungkook leans away and scowls at him. "No- that's not the point here. You need to leave, You're Highness."

The royal slumps into the pillowy couch and crosses his arms defiantly.

"No." He retorts childishly.

The taller boy raises an eyebrow like a parent does to their stubborn child. The fire flashes back into his orbs, signaling to Jimin that was not the answer he wanted.

"To hell with what you want! You're a selfish royal brat and a pain in the ass! Do you think we have time to lose with your silly antics?" Jungkook snaps, face close to the other's concealed one.

Guilt courses through the Blood prince conscious and grabs a hold of his heart, squeezing it hard. But somehow something strong and resilient fights it back down.

Finally, he gets out of that horrible prison and just for what? To be holed up inside a meeting room, watching as his uncle burns down the world?

"Your Highness? You're guard would like to speak to you...It sounded urgent.." The President's uncertain voice draws his attention away from Jungkook's stony face.