#im looking forward to the new drip of course but im gonna miss those pants and his cock corset

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Gonna miss those rat bitten cock corset jeans, ngl

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The Crown Prince (7)

Characters: Kim Namjoon, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary:  With so much happening, Jungkook returns home in hopes of receiving some support.

A/N: im neck deep in work and i still managed to bust this out. bless this au.

part six is here. part one is here. this is an ongoing series.

read on ao3 here.

It was late when Jungkook returned home, the carriage creaking beside the safe house as his feet hit the dirt road.

Hoseok had asked him if he was certain about returning home alone, but he had insisted he was more than capable of finding his way. There wasn’t much left to see in town after a certain hour, residential ladies taking their business further out as most hid in their homes for the night.

Now, walking in the darkness, he wasn't sure if it was the smartest idea as he was left to his thoughts. Nevertheless, he walked himself back to the Parks residence, hoping the cool nighttime air would ease his nerves.

“Your brother, your real brother, is the King.” He scratched his head, brown locks of hair ruffling in the moonlight as he let his footsteps drown out in the silence.

“They found you.” He groaned, kicking a stray pebble that sat on the side of the road. He watched it jump, bouncing before falling into the taller grass roadside.

“We aren’t here to hurt you, Your Highness. We just have to bring you back to where you belong." He spotted a larger stone, oddly shaped with stripes running from left to right.

“And if I don’t go?” He stepped closer, his feet hitting the ground harder as he picked up momentum.

“We cannot promise your safety, nor the safety of anyone living nearby.” He let his leg swing back a bit further, stepping close as he aimed with his left foot directly beside the stone.

“And especially not of the Parks.”

He groaned slightly as his foot made contact with the stone, flinging it past some trees as he heard it thump against something in the darkness. He huffed, feeling his heart accelerate as footsteps reached his ears.

“You’re going to hurt yourself kicking rocks, Your Highness.” He sighed, letting his shoulders roll forward as he turned to glance over his shoulder.

“I thought I told you I would be fine alone.” Namjoon shrugged, hands tucked into what looked like much more comfortable pants than a knight would normally wear. Sleepwear, he assumed, considering he left as they were preparing for bed.

“You’re not supposed to be fine, you’re supposed to be perfect. Considering your standing and all, Your Highness.” He grumbled slightly, watching the man sigh before stepping closer. “Right, I promised to address you differently when alone. Jungkook, right?”

“Please.” He chuckled, watching the dimples appear in Namjoon’s cheeks in the moonlight. “I don’t even want to be royalty, much less spoken to like one.”

“Sorry to hear that, I think the royal life is rather nice. You know, aside from the entire rebellion outbreak.” He let out a breathy laugh, tension dissipating as he stepped closer. “You know we don’t mean you any harm, right?”

“Yeah, yeah I know that.” Jungkook let his shoulders roll slightly, his eyes doing the same as the man beside him chuckled. “It's not your fault I was hidden from a life I never got to know.”

“No, but it is our fault you’re being drawn back into it.” He shook his head, a smile gracing his features as Namjoon swore the moonlight was casting galaxies into his wide eyes. Who has eyes that wide?

“Not really. You’re just doing your job, right?” A nod and Jungkook turned, stepping over more pebbles as he continued down the path.

“What will you tell them? You know they’ll question you once you get back.” He hadn’t thought so far ahead, mainly focusing on just getting through the woods and out of the breezy night. When he voiced this, he received a disapproving sigh.

“Can’t I tell them the truth? That you want me to return for my own safety?”

“Well sure, but they’ll insist they are already keeping you safe.” He felt his head tilt slightly at the taller man’s words, a look of humor glazing his features. “You really think they’ll let you just walk out of that house?”

“I don’t see why not.” Namjoon shrugged, chuckling loudly as he stepped back, eyes locked on Jungkook’s the entire time.

“Alright, well, when you’re ready to leave, you know where to find us.” He spun on his heel, hands digging into his pockets when Jungkook’s voice cut through to him.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” He spun, meeting a grinning brunette. “I didn’t know the truth of all this, and now, I feel like you gave me a part of my parent’s back. Thank you.”

“Of course, Jungkook.” He bowed slightly, grinning at the younger males groans before watching him turn and continue down the beaten path. He could feel his cheeks burn slightly, and would insist to Hoseok that it was due to the cold, but they both knew it had less to do with the piercing breeze and more to do with the grinning prince.

“Jungkook! Where have you been, it’s the middle of the night!” His mother wrapped her hands around him the moment he walked through the doors, servants rushing to bring him warm drinks and blankets though it wasn’t nearly as cold as they presumed.

“I was just wandering the town, can’t I do that sometimes?” His mother scoffed, though his father’s gaze pierced right through his words.

“And the Knights? What happened to them?” Jimin was standing close by, slightly out of sight as he watched their father speak. He could see the look of curiosity barely hidden in his younger brother’s eyes, and he knew his eyes must be identical in this moment.

“Nothing, they left. I spent the day in town, didn’t I just-”

“You couldn’t have been wandering all day in town and not had a single person see you, Jungkook!” His voice boomed, Jimin jumping as Jungkook stiffened in his mother’s grasp. She shook slightly but nodded.

“Your father is right, what were you doing this late?” Jungkook turned to her, guilt dripping into him as he spoke gently.

“I was just wandering around. With everything that happened earlier, I just wanted some silence for my birthday. Is that so bad?” Jimin knew he was lying through his teeth, even if his parents fell for the wide-eyed excuse Jungkook fed them. He watched them apologize, bidding him goodnight before letting him retreat to his chambers. He let his parents walk out of the room, servants moving around as they cleaned up after them missing Jimin’s footsteps as he ducked into the halls.

“Kookie, it’s me. Open up.” He could hear his brother footsteps behind the door, coming to a stop right behind it. “JK, it’s just-”

“Are you alone?” Jimin bit back a ‘that’s what I just said’ and grumbled back a low, “Yes.”

“Sorry, I’m just making sure.” The door creaked open, Jungkook tugging his brother inside before shutting it once more.

“What’s going on, where did you go?” Jungkook slid past him, moving towards his bedroom window. “What are you doing?”

“Come here, I don’t want anyone to hear us. We gotta go.” Jimin was certain his brother had lost it as he helped him pry open the window, climbing out after him as they crouched into the gardens.

“Okay, you wanna tell me why we have to hide out here in order to talk?” Jungkook sighed, adjusting himself on a tree branch as he watched Jimin do the same.

“You’re not gonna believe me but I’ll tell you anyway.”

“Jungkook, why would I not believe you?” He shrugged, but Jimin stopped himself from laughing as he watched him turn stern.

“I’m a Prince.”

“Well aware.” Jungkook almost flipped off of the tree, glaring at his brother. “What? Is that it?”

“No, no, they’re here to take me back-”

“-Because of rebel forces trying to take the crown, yeah I know, I got my news from the servants.” Jungkook groaned, leaning back as Jimin chuckled. “Is that really all you learned from being gone for one day? Wow, I learned that in five minutes.”

“Okay, fine. If you know so much, then what should I do?” At that, Jimin was silent. He knew the risks involved, and could only imagine what kind of wrath would befall them if they refused to hand him over to the King.

“I mean, I would assume you go, but,” They nodded, a look of acknowledgment crossing them silently. “You would have to leave us.”

“Mom and Dad, yes.” Jungkook fidgeted with his shirt, finding a loose string hanging off. “You would come with me.”

“What?!” Jungkook threw his hands over his brother’s mouth, hushing him as the leaves rustled around them.

“Well, I can’t just go lead a country or whatever on my own! I have to take someone with me!” He was certain his brother’s eyes would fall out from how wide they were, but the thought didn’t humor Jungkook in the slightest. “I can’t go without you.”

Jimin slapped his hands off his mouth, brushing himself off as he leaned back against the tree trunk. His mind ran a mile a second, worried and nervous and scared of what was about to happen in their lives. But he knew, even glancing at Jungkook’s terrified gaze, that he was going to have to be there for it all.

“Yeah, okay.” He sighed as the moonlight shone off of his brother’s big white teeth. “Let’s go meet the King.”

The two made their descent from their hiding place, walking through the gardens back to their bedroom when they heard voices nearby.

“Get down!” His whisper was harsh as Jimin tugged Jungkook down beside him, tucking themselves into the shrubs as footsteps passed them by.

“We can’t have those knights nearby, do you understand?” They locked gazes, both brothers terrified as the voice of servants rang through the air.

“And how are we to get rid of them?” Jungkook held his breath, the image of the dimpled men he saw earlier flashing in his mind.

“It’s simple, we just tell the men who know how to get rid of people.” Jimin’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he saw his brother mouth the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Rebels.