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Yoongi sighs, “do you enjoy your stunts?” he gestures at the garden behind Jungkook, “you could've easily walked up to me, you know?” Jungkook stares at him for a second before rolling his eyes, “I was hiding. Namjoon was strolling the garden. I had to sit and watch him make out with his mate. Be grateful that I'm still here.”
Yoongi grimaces, “to think they are married and can do this in their chamber.” Jungkook shudders, “anyway, I'll see that in my nightmare when I go to bed. For now-” “That'd come to your nightmare and not how you pulled out a man's heart because he was trying to get his hand on Taehyung?” Yoongi arches a brow. . . . Taehyung's heart sinks to his stomach.
=== Fated ===
Taehyung sees Jungkook pulling something out of his waistband. Some sorts of a small box. He leans in to look at it as clearly as he can and in his haste, he steps on some dry leaves. The next moment there is a knife slashing through the still air to sink its claw on the ground where Taehyung set his foot. Taehyung gasps in shock and looks down to see the knife missed his foot by a centimetre.
Taehyung looks up and his eyes lock with those piercing ones. Jungkook is facing him with another blade held in his grip. Taehyung looks at the blade and back at Jungkook whose eyes slowly lose the sharpness when he realizes who the intruder was. “Tae,” Yoongi chuckles, “come here. Excuse his over the top treatment.”
Taehyung bends to pick up the knife and walks up to Yoongi under Jungkook's watchful gaze. Taehyung settles beside Yoongi and looks at Jungkook. “Your aim is lacking,” he holds out the knife for the alpha. Jungkook's lips curl a little at the corners, his expression doesn't change, “...that must be it.”
Yoongi and Jungkook share a look that Taehyung cannot decipher. “What are you doing here?” Taehyung's gaze shifts from Jungkook to Yoongi and back to Jungkook. “Is this the royal elegance in you trying to pretend that you didn't hear everything I said so far?” Jungkook tilts his head, “because, if it is, you can rest, my prince. I've smelt you the moment I entered the garden.”
Taehyung's cheeks burn with embarrassment and he is averting his gaze. Yoongi clears his throat and when he speaks, his voice is laced with amusement, “I am wondering why you summoned me here. You do not like to be in such places so it must be something important.” Jungkook nods, “it's the deceased king's omega.”
“Now that king Suho is dead, the palace is in shambles,” Jungkook shifts on his feet, “he had a harem full of omegas and he married six. The newest one is forty years younger than him.” “I need a moment,” Taehyung holds up his hand, “how many years?!” Yoongi tilts his head, “I am confused about why we are discussing all this? Now that the king has fallen, someone else will take over. The harem, the king's spouses, everything is their responsibility.”
Jungkook swallows, “I kind of took him out of there.” Silence falls in the garden. Taehyung feels the quiet around him while something builds up inside him. A quiet unease. “Why?” Taehyung whispers. Jungkook's gaze shifts onto him, “he helped me in killing the king. I couldn't leave him in the mess.”
Taehyung arches a brow, “you live on the streets. So now he'd live on the streets with you, then?” Something passes Jungkook's gaze then he looks at Yoongi, “I'm here to remind you of my favour when I eased the tension on your borders,” he straightens, “take the omega off my hands.” Yoongi blinks. Taehyung stares at Jungkook and back at Yoongi.
Yoongi looks serious now. The amusement gone. “You want me to shelter king Suho's widow?” Yoongi stares. Jungkook nods, “I cannot possibly keep him with me. He is unmated. He is a prince. He will be a very obvious target among my crowd.” Taehyung balls his fists, “how did he help you kill the king? I do not understand why he'd want to kill his own husband?”
“A husband who is forty years older than him?” Jungkook scoffs, “someone who would've taken him against his will if he didn't use the sleeping potion every time the king summoned him?” “Was he the spy you talked about?” Yoongi wonders. Jungkook nods, “he was. We met at his wedding. I went to loot the wedding and he asked me to help him elope. At that moment I had no reason to help him but he kept reaching out. I guess, I was his only way out of that hellhole.” Taehyung's lips twist in distaste, “sounds like a love story.”
Jungkook's eyes shift onto Taehyung and for a second the alpha observes him. Then those eyes sharpen and he is clicking his fingers. “Keep him as your personal servant,” Jungkook begs almost, “he said he will never speak of his marital kingdom or ever cause a ruckus-” “Why on earth would I help a person who is good with potions and backstabbing?!” Taehyung demands.
“He is great with medicines,” Jungkook says eagerly, “he is great in singing-” “He sang for you...?” Yoongi arches a brow, “okay, I have to ask this,” he sneaks a glance at Taehyung before looking at Jungkook, “is there more to this than you helping him?” Yoongi clears his throat, “are you... is he...?” he curses when Jungkook just stares, “are you two lovers or something?” Taehyung looks away from Jungkook's eyes. He does not care what Jungkook says. They both are clear about their arrangements and- “If I say yes, would you keep him?” Jungkook asks.
Taehyung crosses his arms, “I shall not keep him here and if hyung shelters him,” he squints at Yoongi, “I shall tell Namjoon hyung so he can investigate. Send the omega back to where he came from. It is not our responsibility. We do not care where you keep him.” Jungkook looks frustrated, “he needs a shelter. Are you royals so cruel that you cannot shelter someone innocent?”
“He is not innocent if he got his husband killed,” Taehyung scoffs. “Jungkook,” Yoongi holds up his hand when Jungkook goes to retort, “if we give him shelter, his marital family might find out. They will come after us for keeping him here. Or, king Suho's family members can find out and come for us. There can be wars. You know it. He is a king's widow. We cannot shelter him.”
Jungkook grits his teeth, “I am asking for a favour, king Min,” his voice changes to something cold, “I shall do anything you want. Just keep him. He is a royalty. A good person. He needs a roof over his head. It's either you keep him or I have to return him to that hell. I...” he sneaks a glance at a flabbergasted Taehyung and then looks back at Yoongi, “I do not want to do that. He said he'd rather die than go back there.”
Taehyung feels the unease grow in him. He looks at how desperate Jungkook is. He sees how much Jungkook cares for this omega and something shifts in his heart. Something rolls in the pit of his stomach. When they don't answer, Jungkook's lips twist with disgust, “there's a reason I hate you all royal scums. To you lot, the only thing that matters is your happiness and peace. You'd sacrifice a person in need if that means you can live peacefully. Fine,” he takes a step back, “I'll go,” he points a finger at Yoongi, “but, remember, I'll turn my back on your kingdom. Let's see if you can handle Jeon Jungkook as your enemy.”
“Wait,” Yoongi stops Jungkook and shakes his head when Taehyung turns to gape at him, “no, I cannot afford Jeon Jungkook as my enemy,” he gestures at the alpha, “bring him to me. I'll do something. But,” Yoongi points a finger at Jungkook, “if I get in trouble with this omega's family or king Suho's family, you'll give your everything to support me.” Jungkook nods easily, “you have my word. I'll give my everything to support you if that happens.”