Yoongi sighs, “do you enjoy your stunts?” he gestures at the garden...

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.”
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.
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Taehyung's heart sinks to his stomach.
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 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.”
“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.”
“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.”
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.”
“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.”
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.”
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.
“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?”
“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.”
“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 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.
Jungkook looks frustrated, “he needs a shelter. Are you royals so cruel that you cannot shelter someone innocent?”
“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.”
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.”
Jungkook nods easily, “you have my word. I'll give my everything to support you if that happens.”
“He is actually outside,” Jungkook holds up his hands when Yoongi and Taehyung blink at him, “hey, I told you his life is in danger. I couldn't possibly leave him with someone else. I'll bring him in. Wait.”
Taehyung balls his fist, “I don't like this.”
Yoongi shifts on his feet, “neither do I but I can't have Jeon Jungkook as my enemy,” he looks at Taehyung with a small smirk, “if the omega is insufferable, we can always eliminate him in ways that look like an accident.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes as he watches Jungkook leave the garden.
Jungkook comes back with the omega on his toes. Taehyung takes in the omega's attire. A black tunic with a fitted pant and leather boots. His lips curl in distaste.
He straightens in his hanbok, “why is he dressed like a ship's crew?”
Jungkook shrugs, “because right now I am sailing around.”
Taehyung stares, “you are... sailing around.”
Jungkook nods, “I am sailing around.”
They both are stare at each other.
Jungkook snorts, “you think he'd fit in my clothes?”
“If I am the subject of your discussion, I'd like to be addressed directly,” the omega's eyes snap from Jungkook to Taehyung, “do not talk about me like I am something you are taking off of his hands.”
Taehyung shakes his head, “he'd never fit in as a servant. Namjoon hyung would know. He knows each and every servant in our palace.”
“Anything,” the omega shrugs, “I do not mind. Not as long as you keep your hands to yourself.”
Taehyung ignores the omega in favour to question Jungkook, “how do you know he dances well?”
The frustration gives way to anger and Taehyung's jaw hardens, “if your family didn't teach you decency, let me. When you speak to me, you keep your head bowed. Do not forget, you're a runaway omega, and I am the respected prince here!”
It happens quickly. Taehyung's sword glides out of its sheath to press against the omega's jugular.
Jungkook's hand reaches to grasp his wrist. Yanking him back so Taehyung stumbles and falls against the alpha's chest.
Taehyung glares at the alpha in defiance. His eyes turning blue in answer. His grip on his sword tightens.
Jungkook's arm goes around Taehyung's waist, “calm down.” Jungkook says in a calm and low voice.
Jungkook's eyes shift from Taehyung's eyes to his lips. Taehyung's lips part. Jungkook's irises glow in the darkness.
“I cannot ask him to do anything for me,” Jungkook's voice dips an octave when those eyes lift to Taehyung's, “I can ask you.”
The implication has Taehyung's breath catching in his throat.
“Introduce yourself,” Taehyung keeps the tip of the sword pointed at the omega, “and, take off that damn scarf. Let us see you.”
Taehyung sucks in a breath as the omega's entire face comes bare for their eyes. For a stranded moment, Taehyung just stares at him as the omega looks back at him.
“Jimin,” the omega, Jimin, says in a clear voice, “my name is Jimin.”
Jimin shrugs, “I don't have one.”
“Park Jimin.”
Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin turn to look at Yoongi who is watching Jimin.
“You are the Park kingdom's only heir,” Yoongi looks at Jungkook, “we will be in serious trouble if anyone gets a hint that he is here. His father will come for him. You know it very well.”
“My father married me off to king Suho so I can slowly destroy his family, start with slowly poisoning king Suho,” Jimin says in an even tone, ignores Taehyung's gasp, “then seduce the cousin who wanted the throne. Once king Suho dies, father would attack the kingdom and rescue me. Take over the throne. The person next in line, the king's cousin, is not a good fit for the role of the king. So...”
Jungkook shrugs in boredom, “you'd die some day. Imagine dying in his hands.”
Yoongi blinks, “did I under-compensated you for a mission or something? Why do you hate me?”
Jungkook looks at him.
Taehyung looks at Yoongi, “this is not my concern if you agree to keep him, I'd say. I will take your leave,” he turns to leave when someone grabs his wrist.
Taehyung looks down at his wrist and back at the alpha. Jungkook steps closer to him.