The young prince was snapped out of his thoughts by his father’s booming voice. He looked to the head of the table where his father sat. The king looked upset and Jimin, in all honesty, couldn't blame him. The young prince always had a habit of letting his mind wonder during these meetings. They were always so dull and boring, nothing but military talk. It angered the king that Jimin never took a liking to war and weapons. He wanted his son, the heir to his throne, to be a strong and dependable king. And a strong king knew the art of war.
But Jimin liked another kind of art. He loved literature. He loved reading about the sciences and what kinds of theories philosophers were coming up with. He loved reading fictional stories about dragons and wizards and mages. He loved writing as well, but his father never let him pick up a pen. Unless it was to write about the art of war.
Jimin hated war. Almost as much as he hated his father.
“Yes father?” The young prince replied in a bland tone. His father didn't scare him anymore. His threats were always empty. Jimin knew how to play the game; engage and seem interested. He never says what he’s really feeling. It’s too dangerous.
“Pay attention young man. There’s an appending war with the North Kingdom and this might affect your time on the throne. I want you to be prepared.”
The king nodded, satisfied, and continued his conversation with his general. Jimin sighed. He didn't know for certain, but he thinks his father has given up on him. The king knows that his son will never love war like he does. Jimin just wishes his father let him write. He wants to write about the kingdom and its natural beauty. He wants to write about the night sky and the rising sun. He wants to write about people.
He already knows who he would write about.
Jimin jumps, his fathers booming voice echoing across the room. The young prince stands and bows. His father doesn't bat an eye as Jimin walks out of the conference room with the kings advisors. The king thinks his son will go to his room and study up on his upcoming test about the war between the East Kingdom and the South Kingdom that happened years before. But he’s wrong.
The prince walks down the spiral stair case and down to the lower part of the castle. He comes here after every meeting because he knows the king will be up in his chambers scribbling some new treaty or declaration of war. His kingdom, the West Kingdom, have been in so many wars. But their kingdom is undoubtedly the strongest, having won every war they've been in. Jimin thinks it’s all pointless.
He makes his way to the kitchen and he’s greeted by the cheerful chef, Jiwoo. He’s an older man but has always been so kind to Jimin. The prince smiles back and the chef nods his head towards the kitchens back door. “You’re just in time your majesty, I sent him to his chambers as soon as he finished washing the dishes.”
Jimin nods, “Thank you ahjussi, and please, drop the ‘your majesty’ title. I’ve told you this many times.”
Jiwoo laughs. His laugh is large and boisterous. It can uplift anyone’s sour mood. “I’m sorry Jimin, its a habit.”
“No worries ahjussi. Have a pleasant rest of your day. Tell your wife I wish her well.”
The chef smiles at the young prince and leaves the kitchen to go home. Jimin heads toward the back door that leads to the servant chambers. The chambers are small but livable. Each servant gets their own room, which Jimin is thankful for since some kingdoms have the servants all cramped into one huge room. He’s glad the servants don’t have to share like that. He’s also glad they have separate rooms because if they didn’t, he wouldn't be able to have these special nights.
When Jimin reaches his destination he doesn't knock, knowing the person behind the door is waiting for him. Jimin always comes here after his daily war meeting. The thought of coming here is what gets him through those meetings. Jimin walks in and all the worries and stress that has weighed him down throughout the day disappear instantly. And it’s all because of the young man sitting on the bed.
Jungkook looks so other worldly he takes Jimin’s breath away. The young boy always looks so unreal. He makes Jimin feel like he’s dreaming, until he caresses the younger’s cheek and runs his hand through the younger’s dark hair, confirming that he is real. Jungkook is reading on his bed, round glasses perched on nose and the candle by his bedside illuminating his soft features. He’s absolutely glowing.
Jimin thinks- if was allowed to write- he would write a million poems about Jungkook. He would write about Jungkook's youthful face, so cherubic and colorful that they contradict his skinny frame. He would write about Jungkook’s smile and how it brightens his day more than the sun ever could. He would write about how much he loves the boy in front of him, about how much he wants to run away and start a life with Jungkook, away from his father and war.
The younger boy smiles upon Jimin’s entrance but continues to read. He likes to tease Jimin just as much as Jimin likes to chase him. Jimin closes the door behind him and walks over to the boys small bed. Jungkook has yet to look up and Jimin kneels by his bed. “What are you reading?”
Jungkook turns the page, “The Art of War by Sun Tzu.”
Jimin groans. “Please, I don’t want to be reminded of anything about war.”
The younger boy glances up at the prince and sighs. He puts his book down on the bedside table, taking off his glasses and sits up, giving room for Jimin to sit beside him. The older boy immediately melts into Jungkook’s side and he let’s out a pleased hum. He places his head on Jungkook’s shoulder and then nudges his nose against the younger’s neck. Jungkook shivers and wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist. “Rough day?”
Jimin hums. “We might go to war with the North Kingdom.”
“It’s only been 10 years since the last war.” Jungkook sighs out.
“Father thinks this will be a long one. Said the battles might go on even when I take the throne.”
“But that’s still a few years away.”
Jungkook sighs again, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He knows how much Jimin hates war. He wishes he could stop all wars, just so Jimin can truly be happy and content. “I’m sorry hyung. I wish I could help.”
Jimin chuckles and lifts his head from Jungkook’s shoulder. He stares into the younger’s brown irises and gently brings his hand up to cup Jungkook’s cheek. “But you do help me. Just being here with you makes everything in my life seem distant, like I don’t have a worry in the world. Being in your presence is enough for me, my love.”
A pink hue creeps down Jungkook’s neck. Jimin loves making Jungkook flustered. He loves seeing the kind of affect he has on the younger boy. Jimin tilts Jungkook’s head so that younger is looking at him. He leans in and his lips finally meet Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook sighs into the kiss and places a hand on the back of Jimin’s neck.
The prince lets himself drown in Jungkook’s presence. The soft press of lips against his own always gets his heart beating faster. He feels content, happy, and in love. Jimin thinks there’s nothing better than that.
Jungkook pulls away first, his eyes still closed as he keeps his lips only inches away from Jimin’s. “I got you something.”
Jimin eyes snap open and he stares at Jungkook in shock. “You did?”
The younger finally opens his eyes and bites his lower lip. “I saw it at the shops today and- I just thought of you the moment I saw it.”
Jungkook gets up and heads towards the small desk at the corner of his room. He picks up a leather bound book with gold trimmings. It’s simple, but elegant. Upon further inspection Jimin can see that the book has a lock on the front of it, sealing the book shut. It needs to be opened with a key. “What is that my love?”
Jungkook walks back to his bed and sits besides Jimin once again. He looks nervous and unsure of himself, so Jimin places a comforting hand on Jungkook’s thigh to calm his lover down. Jungkook fiddles with the lock on the book. “It’s a journal.”
“A… journal?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. He stares at the book skeptically.
Jungkook nods slowly. “I know how much it kills you that your father doesn't allow you to write. It kills me too because you have such a way with words, and I want you to be able to capture those words permanently so you’d have them with you forever. So, I bought you this. It’s completely blank and I have the key in my bedside drawer. That way no one can read your beautiful writing but yourself.”
The prince stares at book in awe. No one has ever gotten him such a meaningful gift before. Most people only give him things that are valued in coins. But this- this is the most valuable thing he’s ever gotten, because it came from the heart. Jungkook thought about what he wanted and what he would treasure forever. Jimin has never known someone so thoughtful.
His hands reach out to grab the journal. The candle make the gold trimming on the book shine. He runs his hand up and down the journal, the smooth leather feeling cool under his palms. It doesn't look like much, but to Jimin it’s worth more than every coin in the world.
“I would keep it in my drawer so that the king won’t ever be able to find it. I know he has a guard inspect your room sometimes, but no one ever inspects the servants chambers. It’ll be safe down here.”
Jimin continues to stare at the leather book. His hands tremble and his heart beats faster. This is his chance. He finally has an outlet. He can write whatever he wants and not worry about his father finding out about his pieces. Jimin wants to cry, wants to scream and cry from happiness but he doesn’t. He remains calm. The prince slowly puts the journal down beside him and he immediately brings Jungkook into a tight hug. He hides his face in the younger’s shoulder. He feels the younger boy wrap his arms around him as well, returning the hug with vigor. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever down for me. I’ll treasure it forever.”
He places multiple kisses on the side of Jungkook’s neck and the boy giggles. Jimin pulls away to look at Jungkook. The younger has a bright smile etched on his face, his adorable bunny like teeth making an appearance. Jimin compares his smile to the sun; blinding but beautiful. “My beautiful rose,” the prince whispers, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I thank the heavens everyday that I have the pleasure of calling you mine.”
This time a red hue creeps down Jungkook’s neck, matching the nickname Jimin had given some time ago; rose. ‘Because it’s the symbol of love, and you’re the one I love most in the world’, Jimin had said when Jungkook had asked him why he called him that. “My sweet prince, you’re so humble. I’m the one who should be thanking the heavens for giving me someone who’s so passionate and caring. I will never truly comprehend why you chose me, but I am glad you did.”
“The heart wants what the heart wants.” Jimin leans his forehead against Jungkook’s and stares into the younger beautiful brown eyes. He always compares the younger’s eyes to the night sky; they sparkle so much that his eyes seem to have galaxies floating in them. Jimin knows the first thing he’ll write about is Jungkook’s eyes. His whole journal will soon be filled of his writings about Jungkook; his muse. The absolute love of his life.
“I love you, my beautiful rose.”
“I love you too, my sweet prince.”
Jimin groans as his phone alarm blares a random rap song and wakes up him from his peaceful slumber. His arm peeks from his comfy cocoon of blankets and he reaches out to turn it off. The young boy sighs and turns on his back, rubbing his hands up and down his face to try and wake him up. It always difficult for him to wake up after having ‘the dream’.
‘The dream’, as he calls it, started about 6 months ago, and they’ve been happening every other night since then. At first, he’d just brush them off. It was normal for him to have strange dreams sometimes. This time he was quite impressed with his mind for making him a handsome prince who lived in a gorgeous kingdom. But then the dreams started to happen in patterns and they started to tell a story. It freaked Jimin out, because never has one dream continued on for so long.
When he told his friend Namjoon about ‘the dream’, the older had said that maybe Jimin was dreaming about his past life. It’s not completely unheard of for someone to see their past life. People talk about their past self all time; what they where like, how they lived, how they passed away. But a lot of the time those people are just brushed off and their dreams are categorized as coincidences.
The more Jimin has these dreams, the more he thinks that Namjoon was right. Past life dreams aren't only supposed to be vivid, but there supposed to make you feel. You feel whatever your past self felt, and Jimin thinks this statement couldn't be any more true. He’s fallen for a boy he’s never met. Technically, he’s fallen for a figment of his imagination. But his past self was so deeply in love with this Jungkook boy that Jimin can’t help but love him too. He dreamt about meeting Jungkook for the first time, when the younger boy was hired as the chef’s new right hand man. He dreamt about pining after the servant boy for months until his past self finally had the balls to confess and kiss the younger boy until his head was spinning. He’s dreamt about it all.
He wonders if he’ll ever find a love like his past self did; so strong and life changing. He also wonders if Jungkook was reincarnated as well, but he doesn’t dwell on the thought too much. It hurts too much to think about it.
Jimin sighs and reluctantly gets out of bed. He wishes he could sleep more, just so he could dream about Jungkook. The boy is quite beautiful; smart and witty as well. He could see why his past self had fallen for him.
He goes to the bathroom and proceeds to do his daily morning routine. He showers, gets dressed, and eats a quick breakfast before he heads to his first morning class. Ever since the dreams had started mornings have been a huge pain in the ass for him. He wakes up feeling disoriented and disconnected. It’s harder to concentrate in class when his mind is still hazy from the dream. He regrets taking morning classes.
Once he makes it to class he sits in usual spot by his best friend, Taehyung. Jimin drops his head on the table and lets a deep sigh. Taehyung doesn't even look up from his notebook, already so used to this kind of behavior from him. “Had the dream last night?”
“How was the meeting?”
Jimin scoffed loudly, which earned him a glare from the girl sitting in front of him. He ignored her. “Awful. All they talked about was war. I didn't even pay attention half of the time.”
Taehyung finally looked up from his notebook. “Did you go see Jungkook afterwards?”
“Yeah.” Jimin blushed.
This time it was Taehyung who scoffed, and the girl in front of Jimin glared at him as well. He ignored her too. “Your past self is so predictable.”
Jimin didn't say anything. He couldn't retort with a witty comeback because he knew Taehyung was right. Whenever his past self was having a hard time, he would go to Jungkook. Jimin smiles as he remembers the night his past self and Jungkook had. “He gave me a journal.”
“Jungkook, he gave me a journal to write in.”
“Wow.” Taehyung breathed out. His eyes were wide with surprise. “That’s really… sweet. But isn't the king, like, super strict about you writing? Isn’t it dangerous?”
“Yeah, but Jungkook had it all planned out. I trust him… or, my past self did.”
Taehyung hummed. “I hope it goes well.”
“Me too.” Jimin sighed. Moments like these makes him really grateful he has Taehyung as a friend. Taehyung is the only person, besides Namjoon, who believes that Jimin is dreaming about his past life. But Namjoon only believes Jimin because he’s a philosophical kind of guy; he believes in seconds chances and karma and all the good shit. But Taehyung, he believes Jimin because he experienced ‘the dreams’ too.
When Taehyung was in high school, before him and Jimin met, he dreamt about his past self. Taehyung’s past self was a Korean born American citizen who lived in Chicago in the 1920’s. He was apart of the mob, and sold alcohol illegally to whoever would pay handsomely. Jimin didn't know much about American history, so he did some research and found out that Taehyung lived in a time where alcohol was banned in America.
His past self lived dangerously, but was well off, what with all the money he earned from selling alcohol. Taehyung didn't understand what was being said most of the time, since his past self only spoke english (Taehyung started learning english when the dreams started, and he’s pretty fluent now, even though the dreams stopped a while ago).
But he still saw his past self get into bar fights all the time. He saw himself smoke and drink and cause trouble all around the city of Chicago. He killed a few people, ruined a few lives, but that never mattered to him, he just wanted the money. His past self was the complete opposite of who he is now. Himself now is bubbly, optimistic, and friendly. Himself then was scary, cold, and greedy. He never cared about friendships or relationships, he only trusted himself.
He died in a gun fight. A bullet straight to the chest. The doctor tried to save him but it was too late. He died at the age of 26. He was surrounded by his colleagues when he died, no family or friends by his side. He lived a short life filled with greedy love. Taehyung doesn't want his new life to be like that.
Jimin thinks, while Taehyung’s past life story isn't the happiest, it’s defiantly interesting. He’s glad that Taehyung trusted him enough to tell him his dreams. In return, Jimin tells Taehyung about his. He’s grateful for Taehyung, he thinks he might've gone mad trying to keep these dreams to himself.
The rest of class passes by in a blur. All Jimin can think about is Jungkook, and what will happen in the next dreams. He wonders if his past self will finally write about Jungkook’s eyes; they truly are as beautiful as the night sky. Jimin wishes he was as good with words as his past self was.
The shorter boy jumps in his seat and looks up to see his best friend with his backpack packed and notebook in his hands. He sees the rest of the class filter out and Jimin sighs. He didn't pay attention, again. Jimin looks back up at Taehyung. “Can I borrow your notes later? I was daydreaming again.”
Taehyung chuckles. “Sure. I’d be surprised if you didn’t, what with how many times you've daydreamed in this class,” Jimin blushes, “now hurry up, we’re meeting Namjoon hyung at the Japanese restaurant by the school.”
Jimin packs up his bag and they begin walking towards the exit. He pouts and furrows his eyebrows. “Why?”
Taehyung shrugged. “Don’t know. Just said he had something exciting to tell us.”
The two friends continue their trek to the restaurant. It’s a hot spot for college students since its so close to the university and the price, while not cheap, isn't super expensive. Its sushi, that can shit can clear out a college students bank account any day. At least at this place you can afford a plate of sushi and not go home with empty pockets afterwards. Plus the sushi is really good.
When they arrive at the restaurant Namjoon is already at their favorite corner table. The older waves them over, a big (kind of creepy in Jimin’s opinion) smile on his face. Taehyung sits beside Namjoon and Jimin sits across from them. They sip on their drinks, Namjoon having ordered everything already. They come here often enough to know who likes what.
“So hyung,” Taehyung begins, “what is the super duper exciting news that we just absolutely have to hear about?”
Namjoon bounces in his seat, nearly knocking his knees against the wood of the table. His long legs never fail to cause trouble for the poor boy. “The library is opening up a new exhibit!”
The younger boys sit in silence, waiting for Namjoon to say the exciting news. The older boy said nothing else. “Is that it?” Jimin asked.
Namjoon splutters. “What do you mean ‘is that it?!’ This exhibit is the first ever exhibit of the Royal Park Family!”
“Wow, I’m honored.” Jimin said. Taehyung laughs and Namjoon reaches across the table to smack Jimin upside the head. Jimin pouted and rubbed the back of his head. Curse Namjoon and his long limbs. “Not your family dumbass. They finally found records of this royal family. Almost nothing was known about them, until now. They found documents, paintings, the whole package. And now they're gonna have a whole exhibit on them!”
“I’m shaking with excitement.” Jimin said sarcastically.
“The exhibit is opening in a month, and I got tickets for the three of us to go.”
The two 95 liners groaned. “Why do we have to go?” Jimin whined.
“It wouldn't hurt you two to actually try and be educated individuals.”
Jimin laughs as Taehyung repeatedly hits Namjoon on the shoulder. “Fine, we’ll go just to appease your smart ass.”
“That’s the spirit!”
Jimin rolls his eyes. He needs more friends.
The king pushes his way through the servants chamber, his guards right behind him. He looks angry, livid, as he makes his way through the narrow hallways to his destination. The king stops in front of a door and kicks it open.
The young man on the other side of the door jumps as his door breaks off of its weak hinges. The king glowers at him, practically drills holes in his body with how hard his glare is. “Grab him.” The king orders his guards.
Jungkook backs into the wall as the guards swiftly walk up to him. They both grab the boys arms harshly and begin to drag him out of the quarters. Jungkook’s legs struggle to keep up with their fast pace walking. His heart is beating erratically, all of his worst fears coming to light in this very moment. He prays to all possible gods out their that the king didn't find out. He couldn't have, they were so careful. He couldn't have found out. “Y-Your majesty wha-“
“Don’t speak heathen.”
Jungkook flinches at the harsh word. He feels like crying. He wants to scream and beg for them to let him go, because he didn't anything wrong. He’s a good servant. He always does his job. The difference between him and the other servants is-
He needs to see Jimin.
They go through the kitchen, and Jungkook and the guards pass by Jiwoo. The old man is sobbing his heart out and the other kitchen servants are comforting him, tears gathering in their eyes as well. He wants to comfort the older chef and tell him that everything will be alright. It’s a lie, but at least, maybe, Jiwoo wouldn't be crying.
They take Jungkook to the royal throne room. It’s a big room with high ceilings and only two lone red clothed thrones sat at the back of it. Jimin is their, sitting on his throne that is next to the kings. The young prince jumps to his feet when he sees Jungkook in the hands of the guards. His heart falls to the pit of his stomach. He almost stops breathing altogether. “Father, what is the meaning of this?!”
“Don’t play dumb with me Jimin.” The king growls. He lifts up his hand and Jimin’s actually stops breathing this time. In the king’s hand is a leather bound book with gold trimming. The lock on the front of it is broken.
“W-What is that father?”
“I said do not play dumb with me boy.”
The king walks up to Jimin and holds the book in front of face, almost mockingly. Jimin’s body is shaking with nerves and fear, but he stands his ground. “You’ve been writing.”
“You have no proof.”
“Proof!?” The king opens the journal. It opens to a page that Jimin wrote about Jungkook’s laugh. He wrote about how melodious it sounds and how it can put a damn siren to shame. The king scowls. “I can recognize your handwriting from the next kingdom over.” Jimin freezes. He read Jimin’s writing. He’s read about everything he has written. Everything about him and Jungkook.
“You disobeyed my orders and wrote for your own personal pleasure. But this,” the king slams the book shut, “isn’t even the worst part.”
The king throws his journal across the room. “You wrote about… this.” His father walks up to his guards and Jungkook and he grabs a fistful of Jungkook’s soft brown locks. The younger boy cries out in pain and Jimin’s fear is quickly replaced with anger. “Don’t you dare touch him!”
“How dare you lay with this common peasant Jimin!? How dare my own son lay with a man?!” The grip on Jungkook’s hair tightens. He cries and lifts his hand to try and release himself from the king’s tight grip. It doesn't work. “Father let him go!”
“How dare you Jimin!?”
“BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!”
The king scowls at the young prince and pushes Jungkook towards the floor. Jungkook falls and Jimin rushes over to his lover. Jungkook cries out as Jimin lifts his upper body up and places the younger boy’s head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry my love. I’m so sorry for being so careless.”
“Jimin n-no,” Jungkook breathes in to try and control his crying, “i-it’s my fault. I should've been there w-when the guards swept the servants c-chambers. I’m so sorry hyung. It was m-me who was careless.”
“Neither of us are at fault then. Just know that we’re going to be ok my love. Everything will be ok.”
Jimin kisses the crown of Jungkook’s head, not caring about the guards or his fathers burning gazes. The king growls. “Disgusting.”
“Love is not disgusting,” Jimin says, glaring at his father, “it’s beautiful.”
The king stays silent as Jimin returns his gaze back to Jungkook. He turns to his guards. “Separate them.”
“No!” Jimin tightens his grip on Jungkook as the guards grab his upper body. They try to pry him away from his love, but him and Jungkook have death grips on each other. They refuse to let go.
Soon however, more guards enter the throne room and begin to try and separate the two lovers. They’re strong, but the strength of the guards are too much, and Jimin is pulled away from Jungkook. He thrashes in the guards grip. “Let me go! He didn't do anything, its all my fault! Don’t hurt him!”
The king looks to all of his guards. “This whole affair, never happened. I want you men to get rid of the evidence.” He turns to look at Jungkook. “All of it.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen at the kings implication and he begins thrashing in the guards grip as well. He doesn't scream or cry, too scared to do anything but fight back. Jimin however, is an absolute mess. There are tears streaming down his cheeks as he uses every last bit of strength he has to try and escape. “NO PLEASE! DON’T HURT HIM! IT’S ME, IT’S MY FAULT! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME BUT PLEASE, SPARE HIM!”
The king ignores the young princes pleas for mercy. The guards begin dragging Jungkook out of the castle doors.
These are the last things the prince remembers: he remembers Jungkook’s beautiful eyes clouding with tears and he remembers the small droplets pouring down his cherubic cheeks. He remembers the fear written all over his loves face. But mostly, he remembers the last thing Jungkook said to him. He yelled it so loudly that the whole castle must’ve heard his declaration. His words etch their way into Jimin’s mind forever. “I love you, my sweet prince!”
Jimin let’s a sob, not noticing the guard behind him. He could only see Jungkook, could only hear Jungkook. He didn't care about anything but Jungkook. “I love you too, my beautiful rose!”
It’s the last thing he remembers before a sharp pain vibrates through the back of his head, and the world around him goes dark.
Jimin jolts up from his slumber and gasps for air. His eyes look around the room frantically and he sighs in relief when he notices that he’s in his bedroom. He’s safe in his bed. He runs his hand through his hair and notices how sweaty he is. His hands are shaking and his heart is beating rapidly.
His mind replays the nightmare he just had. The kings livid expression, his loud screaming and crying for mercy, the terrified look in Jungkook’s eyes.
“Oh god…” Jimin whispers. His face scrunches up as he begins to cry. His heart aches with the fear of what happened. This couldn't be happening. They’ve been doing great. They’ve been hiding his journal from wondering eyes and keeping their relationship a well hidden secret. They’ve been happy and content and-
He lets out a choked sob as he thinks of what happened to Jungkook, the words ‘get rid of all the evidence’ echoes through his mind. They were supposed to make it. They were supposed to be the impossible love story that made it to the end. Jimin can’t stop crying. He cries until the sun comes up and his alarm goes off. He cries for his past self. He cries for Jungkook.
He doesn't go to any of his classes that day.
Jimin should've known, when he skipped his classes today, that Taehyung and Namjoon would get worried. He should've known that they would come to check up on him when he ignored all their calls and texts. Originally he wanted to be miserable in peace, but he thinks that crying alone all day is probably not the healthiest thing for him right now.
He opens the door and is met with the worried faces of his friends. Taehyung and Namjoon take in his disheveled appearance. His eyes are puffy and red from all the crying. His hair is greasy from sweat. He knows he must look like hell. “Jiminie?” Taehyung whispers. “What happened?”
Jimin’s whole resolve crumbles as he chokes out a sob. The two boys at the door rush in and comfort the smaller boy. Namjoon closes the door as Taehyung leads Jimin to the couch. He lets Jimin cry on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist. Namjoon sits down beside him and rubs his hand up and down his back. The two wait for Jimin’s sobs to die down.
A few moments later, Jimin’s sobbing turns into small sniffles. Namjoon continues rubbing soothing circles on his back and Taehyung tightens his grip on his waist. “Jimin, what’s wrong?” Taehyung asks.
Jimin gulps. “M-My dream it- it was a nightmare last night.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Namjoon asks.
“Something is going to happen.” He blurts out. It hurts to say it, but he knows he can’t keep this to himself forever. “The king he- he found my journal in Jungkook’s room. He looked through it and found out about us. Then he started h-hurting Jungkook and I tried to help but t-the guards, they were so strong. All I-I wanted to do was hold him and protect him from t-the king but I couldn’t. God, he looked so s-scared.” Jimin lets out a whimper. “The king said to get rid of all the evidence of my affair. Then they dragged Jungkook away from me. I was so helpless. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't save him-“
“Jimin calm down. Deep breathes ok?”
Jimin listens to Namjoon words and tries to control his breathing. He didn't even notice he was hyperventilating until Namjoon said something. Taehyung laid his head on top of Jimin’s head. “I’m so sorry Jiminie.”
“No.” Jimin shakes his head. “M-Maybe the king only sent him away. Or maybe h-he escaped and went somewhere safe.”
“No!” Jimin yelled. He stood up from the couch and glared at two friends. “H-He’s fine! He made it! I can’t- Taehyung I can’t handle the obvious. I can’t imagine, having these dreams without him in them. I just- I can’t.”
Taehyung stands up and hugs his best friend. Jimin grips Taehyung’s shirt tightly and buries his face in the younger boys shoulder. “I don’t wanna dream if Jungkook isn't there.”
“Jimin,” Namjoon says cautiously, “I know it’s hard, but you have to remember that this isn't really you. It’s a you but it isn't the you. Your life is totally different now. Your world doesn't revolve around this Jungkook kid.”
Jimin’s heart cracks. “Then why am I so heartbroken?”
Namjoon sighs and hugs Jimin as well. The smaller boy is squished between his two friends. He closes his eyes and thinks about the last thing Jungkook said to him, ‘I love you, my sweet prince!’
His snaps his eyes open and begins to cry even more. Taehyung and Namjoon continue to comfort him, as he cries for a boy who doesn't even exist.
He doesn't sleep for two days straight. He can’t. He doesn't want to continue his dreams. He wants to live in ignorance and imagine that Jungkook escaped and went to live in another kingdom, far away from his. He doesn't care if him and Jungkook never see each other again, as long as Jungkook was ok, then everything is fine.
His friends, obviously, begin to worry about him. The bags under his eyes deepen and his eyes are always red now. His movements are slow and he has no energy what so ever. Even his teachers ask him if he is ok. He just smiles and tells them he hasn't been sleeping well.
Taehyung finally convinces him to sleep on a night when he doesn't have a dream. The dreams only happen every other day, and it gives him a perfect opening to sleep in peace. But even then, he only gets a few hours of sleep. His mind is too wired and scared to properly sleep through the night.
After the fifth day of barely any sleep or no sleep at all, Taehyung finally snaps at him.
“This is unhealthy Jimin! You have to finish your dream!”
Jimin still barely has any energy, but he has enough to fight back. “I can’t finish it Tae, you know that.”
“Jimin,” Taehyung sits next to Jimin on the couch and grabs both of his hands, “you can't go the rest of your life not sleeping. This is eating you up and I hate seeing you destroy yourself like this. You need to finish your dream and have closure. You need to let him go.”
Too tired and knowing that his friend is right, Jimin reluctantly nods his head. He hates it. He hates the thought of never dreaming about Jungkook again. He hates that he fell in love with the boy in his dreams. But he knows that Taehyung is right. He can’t keep living in fear. He can’t keep holding on to the false hope that Jungkook is ok.
He needs to let go.
Taehyung sleeps on his couch that night. Jimin finally goes to sleep.
Jimin opens his eyes and is met with darkness.
He groans as he feels a throbbing pain in the back of head. He moves around and feels smooth silk moving underneath him. He’s in his bed. He sits up and brings a hand to the back of his head. He winces when he feels the large bump that probably won’t go away for a few days. He doesn't remember going to bed. The last thing he remembers is-
The young prince jumps out of his bed, ignoring the pain in his head, as he rushes out the room. He runs down the long hallway and into the throne room. It’s empty. “JUNGKOOK?!”
He runs around the room like a mad man, searching high and low for his lover. He needs to see Jungkook right now, he needs to know that he’s ok. “JUNGKOOK?!”
Jimin turns around and sees a few servants gathered at the throne rooms entrance. They look sullen and remorseful. Jimin doesn't like those looks. “Where is he?”
“WHERE IS HE?!”
The servant addressing the prince, Nayoung he thinks, doesn't even flinch. It’s like she expected his outburst. “We put him in his chambers.”
“Take me to him.”
“Your majesty I don’t think-“
“Please,” Jimin rushes to the smaller girl and the other servants, “I need to see him.” He hates how vulnerable sounds, but his emotions where the last thing on his mind. He needs to see Jungkook.
Nayoung purses her lips and looks at Hyejin, an older woman who is like a mentor to the younger servant girls. Hyejin sighs and reluctantly nods. “Follow me.”
The prince nods frantically and follows the older woman. They walk into the kitchen and they pass by Jiwoo and a few more servants. The chef sees Jimin and his entire face falls. Jimin can see the older man try to hold back his tears. Jimin gulps, but continues to follow Hyejin. He still needs to see Jungkook.
The walk down the familiar hallways of the servant chambers, until they reach Jungkook’s door. It’s still broken from when the king kicked it down. Hyejin immediately moved in front of him to block his view of the room. “Are you sure your majesty?”
He isn’t. “I’m sure.”
Hyejin nods and slowly moves out the way. Jimin walks into the room and-
-and his whole world crumbles.
“No…” Jimin chokes out. He walks over to Jungkook’s bed. There’s nothing but a large white sheet covering the bed, a huge lump under it. But what has Jimin positively spiraling, is the large red stain on the middle of the sheet. He’s going to be sick. “N-No…”
“After you were knocked out,” Hyejin begins, knowing the prince deserves to hear the whole story, “the guards took Jungkook outside onto the castle grounds. By the kings orders they were-“ Hyejin stopped and took a deep breath, swallowing the large lump in her throat, “-they were ordered to execute.”
The princes resolve crumbles completely as he drops to his knees and wails into the mattress. His crying is so loud and pathetic that the servants in the kitchen are bound to hear it. He doesn't think about them. He can only think about the love of his life under this sheet. Hyejin continues to speak. She has to raise her voice to make herself heard over the princes loud sobbing. “We brought him back inside and tried to save him, but the wound was too deep. There was too much blood. Before he passed he wanted us to tell you something.”
Jimin takes what little willpower he has and lifts his head to look at Hyejin. “W-What was i-it?”
“He didn't blame you.”
The prince starts wailing again and Hyejin winces. “H-He should’ve, t-this is all m-my fault.”
“Well, he didn’t. He loved you, your majesty. Loved you until his last breath.”
Jimin breaths in a shaky breath and slowly lifts his trembling hands to the edge of the white sheet. He pulls it down and is met with Jungkook’s still face. Whatever resolve the prince had left is completely gone now. “M-My rose,” the princes voice cracks, “I-I’m so sorry. I-It should've been m-me. You didn't deserve t-to be punished for a s-sin I committed.”
By now Hyejin has moved away from the entrance to give Jimin some privacy. He’s too heartbroken right now to be grateful. “I-I don’t know how to l-live without you. You were- are… you a-are my entire world. The reason I wake up and t-the reason I go to sleep. My heart will never heal from t-this tradegy.”
He stares at Jungkook’s face. He’ll never see those beautiful sparkling eyes again. He’ll never hear that melodious voice or laugh again. He’ll never see those cherubic cheeks light up in a pink hue again.
They’ll never get married. They’ll never have kids. They’ll never rule this kingdom together, as king and king.
Jimin can’t stop the tears from falling. His heart cries out for the love he lost. A love he’ll never have again. “You were an angel,” Jimin whispers, “and now the heavens celebrate you’re return to home.”
The prince leans up and places one last kiss on Jungkook’s forehead.
“Goodnight forever, my love.”
Jimin wakes up crying.
Taehyung is immediately there to comfort him.
He doesn't stop crying for days.
Namjoon calls in sick for him.
“Hello my love.”
The young prince smiles bitterly and kneels in front of the gravestone. He caresses the cold stone, tears already gathering in his eyes. “I miss you…” his voice cracks.
Jungkook’s ceremony had been a small one. He had no family left, so it was just the prince and the servants. His father was angry that Jimin arranged a funeral for his secret lover, but Jimin cared not. The king, no matter how much he hated it, never interfered with his funeral plans. The prince figures he has some kind of morals.
He cried the whole funeral. Jiwoo had comforted him the whole time, but even the chef was a mess. Jungkook was like a son to him, and now he’s gone. He made sure that Jungkook was buried in a nice cemetery only meant for the royals. It’s what he deserved.
“It’s only been 7 months, but it feels like an eternity.” Jimin whispers.
“The war between the West Kingdom and the North Kingdom has finally begun. We just raided a North town. Lots of causalities.” The prince leaned his forehead against the stone. “It was awful. It’s been awful. Father had appointed me to chief of strategy. I despise it. I helped organize that raid and it makes me nauseous. I wish-“ The prince gulps, “-I wish you were here with me. I wish I could escape reality again with you.”
The prince reaches into his bag and takes out two items: a red rose and a small container containing a liquid. “I know you wouldn't want me to do this. I know you would want me to live my life to the fullest, to try and find happiness again, but-“ he pauses, “- but these last 7 months have been horrible. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. Waking up everyday and remembering you aren't here kills me. My heart hasn't healed. I don’t think it ever will.”
Jimin opens up the container and stares inside it for a few moments. His heart is beating rapidly, scared of what is about to come. But he knows this is what he wants to do. “I don’t know how to live without you. I don’t want to rule this kingdom if you aren't there by my side.”
The prince takes a deep breath and brings the container to his lips. He swallows all of the liquid that is inside, and when he is done he throws it to the side and smiles. “I can’t wait to see you again my love.” He leans up and places a kiss on the cold stone.
The next morning the guards find the still prince in the cemetery, a peaceful smile on his face with a single red rose clutched tightly in his hand.
“Jimin, the opening of the exhibit is in a few hours and you're not even showered!”
The young man in question groans. This is how Namjoon and Taehyung find him: lying face down on the couch, his apartment a mess and the TV turned on to some weird drama he’s never heard of.
It’s been about a week since his dreams have ended, and he’s been a mess since. He didn't realize how attached he had gotten to his past life until it was over. The ending wasn't what he was expecting, it was worse than what he was expecting. He hasn't stopped crying for weeks. He doesn't think he's ever cried this much in his life.
He knows his friends are worried about him, and he knows that they just want to help, but right now the last thing he wants to do is go to a stupid exhibit and see old relics of a dead royal family. He doesn't want to deal with royal families for the rest of his life. “C’mon Jimin,” Taehyung nudges his back, “you can’t keep wallowing in sadness like this.”
Taehyung and Namjoon groan in annoyance. “Hyung c’mon!” Oh god, Taehyung is calling him hyung. That means business. “You need to move on! Live you life! Your past life turned into a nightmare, don’t make this one a nightmare as well!”
Jimin groans. When did Taehyung become so smart and mature? He doesn't know if he appreciates it or hates it. He feels someone start to pull his arm and he groans again, but louder this time. “Get up. You need to get out.”
After some pulling the young man falls to the floor in a heap of limbs. He groans for a third time, but this time in pain. Taehyung, or Namjoon, he can’t tell, pull one of legs and drag him against his hard wood floors. They must be quite a sight; Jimin's limp body being dragged all over the apartment. He whines and tries to shake his leg out of the person’s hold. “Fine, I’ll go! Just stop dragging me everywhere, these floors aren't carpeted y’know!”
The person who was holding his leg dropped it immediately and Jimin turned around on his back. He sat up and glared at his two friends. Both of them give him a dazzling smile in return. “Now, go shower. I already laid out your suit for you. Make sure you’re ready in an hour.”
Jimin sighs and stands up, walking to the bathroom to clean himself up for the first time in a few days. Taehyung and Namjoon high five, and the loud sound vibrates throughout Jimin’s apartment.
He really needs more friends.
The exhibit is surprisingly packed when they get there. Everyone around them is dressed elegantly, either in a nice tailored suit or a beautiful silk gown. This place makes Jimin feel like he’s going to a gala, not an exhibit. The building isn't as extravagant as the clothing. It’s a simple brick building on the outside, and on the inside are only hard wood floors and gray walls. It’s a big building, two stories, and Jimin wonders just how much of this family did they discover. They really went all out for this royal family.
The three men, who are dressed in suits as well, stand at the front of the entrance and wait to enter. There’s a huge banner above the door that says: “Opening Day of the Exhibit of the Royal Park Family: A Family Lost in Time”. Jimin rolls his eyes. How cliche.
Namjoon shows the employee their tickets and they let the three inside. There are relics everywhere, from paintings to sculptures to documents. There are multiple tour guides walking around the exhibits, leading people through the history of the family. “C’mon, I think this tour is just starting.” Namjoon says, leading them over to a small group. The tour guide is in the middle of her sentence when they reach the group. “-and the family had exquisite taste in decor. Here we have the kings royal throne, which was passed down from generation to generation.”
It was a pretty impressive throne. The red cloth has lost most of its color, and it was tattered and torn in a few places, but the gold back and legs of the throne still shined like it did hundreds of years ago. It was beautiful, truly a throne fit for a king. “And over here we have a portrait of the last Park king.”
Jimin looks up at the portrait and feels the wind knocked out of him. The king is dressed in a lovely red hanbok with gold designs scattered all across it, probably worth millions or billions of won. His face is void of any emotion, giving him an intimidating appearance. He looks a lot like-
Jimin shakes his head. That can’t be. It’s just a coincidence.
“Now we’re entering the part of the exhibit all about the kings late son, Prince Park Jimin.”
Jimin stops walking. Taehyung and Namjoon look at him with wide eyes, all three of them standing in front of the entrance that leads to the princes section of the exhibit. Jimin shakes his head again and nods towards the group. It’s just a coincidence. It’s just a coincidence.
“Not much is known about the young princes childhood. The things we do know is thanks to the princes journal.” The tour guide gestures to a glass case that contains a brown leather book with gold trimming. Jimin’s hands become clammy. “The prince wrote very little about his own life. We do know that he resented his father for not allowing him to write, and that he absolutely despised war. Obviously this caused a riff in their relationship, since the West Kingdom was known for going to war every decade.”
Jimin feels dizzy. This can’t be happening. This has to be a coincidence, a sign that the universe is just fucking with him big time. “The prince mostly wrote about a young man, who we assume is his lover.”
Some people in the group hum in either curiosity or nonchalance. Taehyung wraps a hand around Jimin’s arm, knowing his friend needs all the support he can have right now. “They were together in secret. The young man the prince was in love with was a servant. No one knew about their relationship except for the other servants. He wrote about every little detail of his secret lover, from his hair to his eyes to his hands. The prince was an extraordinary writer, you can practically picture the young servant in your head while reading his detailed writing.”
“What-“ Jimin cleared his throat, trying to will his voice not to crack, -“what was the servant’s name?”
The tour guide politely smiles at Jimin. “Jungkook.”
Jimin trips over air and Taehyung grips his arm tighter so he doesn't fall face first onto the wood floor. He suddenly can’t breathe. “Sadly, the king discovered they were seeing each other in secret, and had the young servant executed. The last pages of the princes journal is dedicated to writings about the day Jungkook died. The prince was heartbroken.”
The tour guide leads the group towards another glass case. Jimin follows blindly, his friends right behind him. Seeing Jimin’s past life in front of them is completely different from hearing Jimin telling them about it. If it was sad before, it’s devastating now. “The prince was so heartbroken, in fact, that he ended up taking his own life by poisoning himself. This is the note he left behind.”
The group, including Taehyung and Namjoon, gather around the glass case to read the note. But Jimin, he didn't need to read it. He knew it by heart, obviously, because he spent all night trying to come up with a perfect way to say goodbye, to say why he was doing this. It isn't long, but it defiantly got his point across. He walks up to the case and reads the note one more time:
“What is life without the sun?
Dark. Empty. Lonely.
My sun is gone.
What life do I have left?”
“And here is a portrait of the young prince.”
Jimin snaps his head towards the tour guides voice and he stops breathing for the umpteenth time tonight. “Holy shit…” Namjoon whispers beside him. The three men stand frozen as they stare at the portrait.
It’s Jimin. It’s him, in a similar red and gold hanbok like the kings, with his natural black parted to the side and styled to perfection. His face is void of emotion, but unlike the king, it doesn't scream intimidation. It screams youth. Pure, unadulterated youth, that has yet to see the bad in the world, like death and war. But it also hasn't seen the good in the world yet, like love and affection.
Jimin slowly pushes his way to the front of the group and looks up at the grand portrait. It’s unreal, to actually see himself in royal attire. The person in this portrait doesn't remind him of the person in his dreams. The portrait is too fake and perfect. It shows a side of him that never existed, a side that only the king wanted to exist. The real prince saw death and war. He saw pain and suffering and he felt love and he experienced lost. The real prince wasn't perfect, but he was real.
“You resemble the young prince a lot.” Jimin jumped and turned to the tour guide. He looked at the tour guides name tag: Nayoung. How ironic. “Besides the blonde hair, you look exactly like him.”
Jimin gulped and ran a hand through his hair. “Y-Yeah, I guess. Small world…” The tour guide, Nayoung, either ignored the crack in his voice or didn't hear it. She continued down the hall. Taehyung walked up next to Jimin and grabbed his arm. “Are you ok? Do you want to go home?”
Before Jimin could answer, Nayoung spoke up, presumably about the next artifact. “This is a portrait of Jungkook, the princes secret lover.” Jimin gasped and yanked his arm away from Taehyung’s grip. He caught up with the group and pushed his way to the front again. He froze, not believing what is in front of him.
Jungkook is dressed in a blue hanbok, one that looks expensive and something he could never afford. His dark hair is perfectly trimmed and styled. But the big difference, the thing that separates him from the king and the prince, is the small smile on his face. A little quirk of his lips that Jimin and the king did not have. It made him look more real, more gorgeous and ethereal.
He’s as beautiful as he was in Jimin’s dreams.
“We’re not sure why the servant has a portrait, as the other servants do not have any. It’s theorized that the prince had Jungkook painted in secret, to capture his beauty forever.”
She’s not wrong. Jimin remembers that day clearly. He had begged the royal painter to paint Jungkook. He, as Nayoung said, wanted to capture Jungkook’s beauty forever. He kept the painting hidden in the castle’s library. No one but him and few scholars went into that library. Jimin’s glad that no guards or the king ever found it. Besides his journal, the painting was his most prized possession.
“Jungkook…” Jimin whispers. Taehyung and Namjoon stand on each of his sides. “That’s him?” Taehyung asks. Jimin nods mutely. “He’s beautiful.” Taehyung has listened to Jimin ramble on about what Jungkook looked like on multiple occasions, but his mind could never truly paint a true picture of Jungkook. To actually see him… it’s unbelievable. “J-Jungkook…” Jimin whispers brokenly.
Namjoon eyes the painting suspiciously. He knows that face. He didn't want to assume anything because Jungkook can be a common name, but he knows that face. He’s seen it before and Namjoon feels like an idiot for not putting two and two together. “Jimin I-“
“I have to go.”
Namjoon and Taehyung watch as Jimin rushes out of the exhibit and out the front door. People stare at the young man in confusion or distaste before they resume strolling around the exhibit. Taehyung tries to go after him but a hand stops him. He turns around and stares at Namjoon in confusion. “What are you doing? We have to go after him!”
“Let him be. I actually know a way he can help him.”
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. How can they possibly help Jimin after all this? “How?”
“Just trust me.”
The boy in question groaned from his face down position on his bed, and he lifted his head to glare at his older brother. “What do you want?”
Seokjin scoffed. “Jungkook, it’s been a week since you left this apartment. You need to get up, get dressed and go live your fucking life. I know your still upset about the dreams, but you moping around all day isn't going to solve anything!”
Jungkook huffs and turns around, his back facing Seokjin. He doesn't want to admit that Seokjin is right, because that would mean he needs to start functioning like a normal adult again, and he doesn't know if he can do that right now.
All he can think about is Jimin. Jimin, his sweet prince, who thought the world of Jungkook and treated him like he was the most precious treasure in the whole kingdom. Jungkook didn't know what his past self did to deserve someone like him. He was a peasant, a lower class servant who didn't even deserve to step foot into the castle, let alone be involved with the kings son. But he never questioned it. Jimin was the best thing to ever happen to him. He made Jungkook’s day brighter and his long hours of labor worth every drop of sweat. Those nights with his prince made Jungkook’s life meaningful. They were moments he held near and dear to his heart.
It hurts to think about Jimin. Ever since his past self died and the dreams stopped, he wondered what Jimin did with the rest of his life. He probably got married, had kids, and ruled his kingdom justly, being the best damn king any kingdom has ever seen. It hurts to know that Jimin probably lived a happy life without him, but as long as Jimin was healthy and happy, he didn't care.
Jungkook misses him greatly. He knows that Jimin isn't real, and the likelihood of him being reincarnated the same lifetime as him is small, but he couldn't help falling in love with the prince all over again. He hasn't stopped crying since his own death. He can still remember the pained look on Jimin’s face as he was dragged out of the castle doors. He didn't know what hurt more; the sharp pain of the guards knife piercing his abdomen or watching Jimin's beautiful eyes leak tears uncontrollably. Watching the love of his life break down because of him was defiantly more gut wrenching.
But his moping has affected his every day life. He hasn't gone to school, hasn't gone to work. He’s probably been fired by now, and it scares Jungkook how much he just doesn't care. He only cares about Jimin.
Seokjin, his older half brother, has been worried about him. Seokjin was the first one Jungkook told about his dreams. His brother didn't believe him at first, until his dreams started happening chronologically and started to tell a story. After that, Seokjin became his number one supporter. He listened to Jungkook tell him about the dreams and he helped Jungkook deal with falling in love with a figment of his imagination. He’s grateful to have Seokjin by his side.
Jungkook can hear his brother sigh. He hates upsetting Seokjin like this, but he's just so heartbroken. He’s never been this depressed before, so he doesn't exactly know how to handle all these new and strong emotions. So he just… shut down.
The younger boy can hear his brother move across the room. Seokjin sits on his bed and places a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles to calm him down. “It’s ok Kookie, please don’t cry. You know I hate seeing you cry.”
Jungkook lifts a hand and touches his cheek. He didn't even notice he was crying until Seokjin said something. With all the crying he's been doing this past week, it’s become second nature to him. “Please come out with me today Kookie. Namjoon invited both of us to this brand new exhibit that just opened the other day.”
“Namjoon?” Jungkook asked. He’s only met Namjoon once, and it was very brief. He didn't know the guy very well, he only knew his name and that he’s been dating his brother for a month now. Why would he care to invite Jungkook? “Why does he want me to go?”
“I told him that you're going through a hard time right now and he said that you might enjoy the exhibit.” Seokjin bit his lip. He felt a little guilty for lying to his brother, but if he told Jungkook the real reason why Namjoon wanted him to go, Jungkook will refuse his offer. Or think he’s messing with him.
“I don’t know…” Jungkook muttered.
“This isn't an option for you Kook, you're going.”
The younger boy groaned, knowing there was no way he could argue with Seokjin. Once Seokjin had made a decision, it was final. Jungkook thinks he gets his stubborn personality from him. “Get up. Eat something. Shower. And wear something nice please, we’re going to an exhibit not a skatepark.”
Jungkook threw a pillow at Seokjin. “Screw you.”
Seokjin chuckled and ruffled Jungkook’s hair. “Love you too lil' brother.”
“This is boring.”
“Jungkook we haven't even entered the exhibit.”
“But I can tell it’s gonna be boring.”
Seokjin muttered a ‘brat’ under his breath, which earned him a punch in the shoulder from Jungkook. The younger boy huffed and crossed his arms.
He didn't want to be here right now. He wanted to be at home and continue his wallowing episode. He looked around and started feeling self conscious about what he was wearing. He opted for some black skinny jeans (no holes cut into them) and a light grey sweater. Apparently he didn't get the memo for the dress code, since everyone was wearing some nice slacks and an ironed buttoned shirt or a nice dress. Seokjin was wearing a similar outfit as him, so he didn't feel too left out.
He felt even more uncomfortable when he entered the exhibit. He felt people staring at him intensely and he could hear whispering all around him. He shuffled in place. “I think people are staring at me…”
Seokjin shrugged. “Probably because of our clothes. Namjoon said dress casual, I didn't think he meant fancy causal, the bastard.”
Jungkook nodded his head slowly and followed Seokjin around the exhibit. “C’mon, Namjoon said we have to go see this section of the exhibit first.”
They headed towards the entrance of a big room, that was filled with workers and lookers alike. Jungkook looked up to see the name of the exhibit.
'The Life of Prince Park Jimin.'
Jungkook’s eyes widened as he looked at brother in horror. “Hyung what the hell-“
“It’s ok Kook,” Seokjin grabbed his arm and dragged him into the room, “I’ll be by your side the entire time.”
The two boys walk up to a small group that is standing by a glass case, as the tour guide explains to them the contents in the case. The got to the group when the guide was in the middle of her sentence. “-prince was in love with was a servant. No one knew about their relationship except for the other servants and the chef. He wrote about his lover in such detail, that you could practically picture the young servant in your mind as you read it.”
Seokjin drags Jungkook closer to the case. The younger boy freezes when he sees a familiar brown book in the case. It’s opened to a random page. Jungkook leans down to try and read what’s written, his nose barely touching the glass. His heart almost stops as he reads the familiar words:
“His eyes shine brighter than the Northern star. If you look close enough, you can see the universe in his eyes. Galaxies spinning and suns burning. Nebulas exploding and stars being birthed. They hold so many secrets, just like our own universe does. My tutors tell me that I need to become more invested in my readings about the night sky. Why would I need to gaze upon the sky when I could gaze into his eyes? No star can compare.”
Jungkook feels like crying. That’s Jimin’s writing.
Jimin wrote it.
Jimin shared every passage he wrote to Jungkook. Jungkook was the one who gifted him the journal, so Jimin felt that Jungkook deserved to know what he wrote in it. That, and Jungkook was the only other soul who knew about the journal. If there was anyone who Jimin wanted to share his work with, it was Jungkook.
“Sadly, the king found out about their secret relationship, and had the young servant executed. The prince was so heartbroken that he ended up taking his own life months after the servant’s death.”
Jungkook whipped his head away from the journal and towards the guide, who was standing by another glass case. He walked on shaky legs to the case and saw the note that was inside it. “No…” he whispered. Tears gathered in his eyes as he read the short but heartbreaking note. “Jimin, n-no…”
Deep down he knew that Jimin loved him more than anything else in the world, but he didn't think his death would have broken the prince this much. He never, in his wildest dreams, would have thought that Jimin would take his own life just because Jungkook died. He didn't want that for Jimin. He wanted his prince to move on and rule his kingdom. He wanted Jimin to be happy, but also alive.
Jungkook feels nauseous. He turns to his brother with watery eyes. “H-Hyung, he- how could he?”
Seokjin pulled Jungkook into a hug. A few people stared at the brothers in worry, but Seokjin ignored them. “I’m so sorry Kookie.”
Jungkook whined and buried his face in Seokjin’s neck. He wasn't mad at Jimin, he could never be mad at his prince. No, he was devastated. Jimin didn't deserve the heartbreak, he didn't deserve to die. He deserved to be king and he deserved happiness. Jungkook felt awful.
“And here is a portrait of the young prince and next to it, a portrait of his lover, Jungkook.”
The younger boy whined again and lifted his head from Seokjin’s neck. The older boy ran his hands through Jungkook’s hair. “Are you ok?”
“C-Can-“ Jungkook cleared his throat, “can I see him?”
Seokjin nodded and led Jungkook over to the princes portrait. Jungkook covered his mouth so no one can hear the sob he let out. It’s his prince, looking so royal and grand like ever before. Jungkook feels a strange feeling spread throughout his chest when he recognizes the empty look in Jimin’s eyes. His Jimin never looked so sad, Jungkook always saw him smiling or laughing. Maybe that’s because he was around Jungkook.
“H-Hyung let me go! I told you I never want to step foot in this place again!”
“Jimin just trust me! You’ll want to meet this guy!”
“But why here?!”
Jungkook freezes. It can’t be.
He turns around, and his eyes catch the source of the sweet voice. It’s the same voice that talked to him until the wee hours of the night. It’s the same voice that told him ‘I love you’ everyday. It’s his voice.
The blonde hair boy yanks his arm from Namjoon’s grip and angrily turns to whoever called his name. All the anger built up in his body disappears when he sees a boy standing by his portrait. “What the-“
“Jimin, this is Jungkook,” Jimin chokes on air, “and Jungkook, this is Jimin. I’ll let you two-“ Namjoon waves his arms around “-catch up?”
The two boys stare at each other in awe. They can feel eyes on them, confused at the scene before them, but all they can focus on is each other.
Jimin can’t stop staring at the boy in front of him. He’s so beautiful. His big doe eyes are shining with tears as he bites his pink lower lip. Jimin is shaking. He can’t believe it’s him. His mind is telling him that is another sick joke the universe is playing on him, but his heart is beating so rapidly and his chest feels so warm, that he knows this isn't some cruel joke.
The older boy gulps, “Yeah?”
“D-Do you, know w-who I am?”
Jimin pauses. The younger boy waits for his answer, and prays that this boy in front of him, who looks so much like his beloved prince, knows who he is.
“Y-Your…”, Jimin croaks out, “m-my beautiful rose.”
Jungkook lets out a choke sob. Jimin runs up to him and wraps his arms around the boys waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook clings to his shoulders as he continues to cry. “I-It’s you,” the younger cries out, “My p-prince, you came b-back to me.”
“Jungkook,” Jimin whispers, holding on to the boy like his life depended on it, “holy shit, Jungkook. You’re alive. You’re actually here, in my arms, holy shit-“
The younger boy giggles and moves his head to finally look at Jimin. He’s gorgeous. His eyes are filled with so much love and adoration it makes him feel faint. He loves everything about him, from his perfect plump lips to his blonde hair. Jungkook thinks he’s just as beautiful with blonde hair as he was with black hair. Jimin manages to always be beautiful. He smiles as he feels Jimin’s smaller hands cup his face. “God you’re-“ the older boy let’s out a wet chuckle, “-you’re so ethereal.”
Jimin smiles brightly at the younger. “I thought I’d never see you again. I thought you’d stay in my dreams forever, but here you are. So beautiful and bright, just like I dreamed you were.”
The taller boy sniffles and reaches up to grab one of Jimin’s hands. “Hyung, why did you do it?”
Jimin’s smile falls and is replaced with a look of confusion. “Do what?”
The shorter boy winces. His chest suddenly feels heavier. “I’m sorry… I know you probably didn't want that for me-“
“Of course I didn’t.”
“-but I was heartbroken Jungkook. My past self he- he didn't know how to function without you. I was a wreck when you died. My past self couldn't stop crying for months. I-I loved you a lot Jungkook.” Jimin gulps and looks at the floor, refusing to look Jungkook in the eyes. “I do love you Jungkook. Even I, in current time, couldn't stop crying for weeks after you died. I-I know that we actually don't know a lot about our present selves but I know we’re meant to be. Past you, present you, it’s still you Jungkook. And I love you.”
The younger boy was a crying mess by now, so happy by Jimin’s heartfelt words. His prince still loved him. After centuries of being apart, Jimin still loved him. “I l-love you too hyung. I’m s-so sorry I caused you so m-much heartbreak. You deserve better…”
“No.” Jungkook eyes widen at the fierce look in Jimin’s eyes. His voice is sure and steady, and he sounds almost offended. “Don’t you dare think like that my love. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The crying, the heartbreak, it was all worth it.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook whispers, “It was.”
Jimin smiles, and leans in closer to Jungkook. He brushes his nose against Jungkook’s as he stares into the taller boys eyes. He isn't as good with words as his past self was, but he thinks he could be, if he wrote about Jungkook. He could write novels about how Jungkook’s eyes are more beautiful than the night sky. He tilts his head up and his lips brush against the younger’s. He close his eyes and finally, finally, kisses those soft pink lips.
Kissing Jungkook in current time is a surreal experience. It leaves him dizzy and breathless. It makes his heart beat erratically and his spine tingle in pleasure. A small whine escapes Jungkook’s throat and Jimin wants to hear more from the boy. He wants to place all of the little sounds Jungkook makes in a jar and keep them to himself forever. He pushes his lips harder against the younger’s, keeping his arms tightly woven around the boy’s waist.
Jimin pulls away from the intoxicating kiss first. His eyes are still closed as he leans his forehead against Jungkook’s. He can feel the younger’s labored breath on his lips. “I’m not letting you get away from me this time.” Jimin opens his eyes and stares at the younger boy, who still has his eyes closed. His lips are red from the kiss, as well as his cheeks, which are dusted with a dark red hue. He truly is Jimin’s rose. “I’m not going to lose you again.” Jimin whispers against Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook opens his eyes and looks at Jimin. He glances left and right and finally notices all of the wondering eyes on the two of them. Some look confused, some look like they're about to cry, and some look like they know. They know who Jungkook and Jimin are, and why they're so emotional right now. Jungkook figures they must believe in past lives as well. Usually he would feel embarrassed from all this attention, but right now all he can focus on is Jimin. His eyes are only on Jimin. “Good,” Jungkook whispers back, “You have me hyung, and nothing is standing in our way this time.”
Jimin smiles. “I can’t wait to fall in love with you all over again.”
Jungkook smiles back. “Me too, my prince.”
“See hyung, I told you it was the same Jimin!”
“Whatever Namjoon, I’m just relieved to see Jungkook happy again.”
“I know what you mean. Dealing with a crying Jimin can be a pain in the ass.”
“Wow, you're such a good friend.”
“Hey! I got them together!”
“That you did.”
“That means I’m first in line to be the best man at their wedding!”
“Shut the hell up Namjoon.”
6 months later
“Hyung, where are you taking me?”
Jimin chuckled and continue to lead Jungkook to his super secret surprise. His hands were over Jungkook’s eyes so the younger couldn't try and peak in on his surprise. “Patience Jungkookie, we’re almost there.” Jungkook whined but let Jimin guide him towards their destination.
In the six months that Jimin and Jungkook have been together, Jimin found out that it was incredibly easy too fall in love with Jungkook again. There was a small part of him that was scared that he wouldn't fall in love with this Jungkook. That maybe Jungkook and his past self would be so different that Jimin could only love the one in his dreams.
But the opposite happened, and Jimin fell for this Jungkook even harder than he did for past Jungkook. He fell for Jungkook’s sassy remarks and his loud cackle, and his heart skipped a beat when Jungkook displayed characteristics so similar to his sweet servant boy, like his easily flustered personality or his thoughtful gestures towards others. He’s still Jimin’s beautiful rose, and Jimin loved him all the same.
The older boy snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed that they made it to their destination. Jimin smiled. “Ok, are you ready for your surprise?”
“I’ve been ready since we left your apartment hyung!”
Jimin laughed and slowly uncovered Jungkook’s eyes. The younger boy blinked a few times to adjust his eye site and his eyes widened at the sight before him. Jimin had set up a picnic, with a blue blanket neatly laid out on the grass and a basket on top of it. It was so cute and he felt his heart clench at the simple but sweet gesture. “Hyung what-“
“HAPPY 6 MONTH ANNIVERSARY!” Jimin yelled, his arms in the air. Jungkook gasped and looked between the picnic and Jimin. “Hyung I- I didn't know we were celebrating this! I didn't get you anything…”
Jimin chuckled at Jungkook’s cute pout and hugged the taller boy, Jungkook accepting the hug easily. “I know. I wanted it to be a complete surprise. You being here is the only present I need.”
Jungkook smiled and pulled back to kiss Jimin. You pulled away a few seconds later and kissed the older boys nose as well. “I love you, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“I love you too. Now let’s eat! I had your brother teach me how to cook some of these dishes and I’ve been dying to know how they turned out.”
Jungkook chuckled. “You made them, so I already know they’re delicious.”
Jimin blushes and (lightly) pinches Jungkook’s bicep. “And you say I’m the cheesy one.”
Jungkook laughed as Jimin went to sit on the blanket. He joined his boyfriend and they began to eat what Jimin had prepared for them. Jungkook was right, it was delicious, and he isn't just saying that because Jimin cooked it. Jungkook smiles around the fork in his mouth, thinking of how lucky he is to have this beautiful boy by his side. He’ll make this up to Jimin later, but for now he’ll enjoy this moment with his boyfriend.
Once they finish eating Jimin pulls something else from the basket and quickly hides it behind his back before Jungkook can see it. He looks nervous and he is fidgeting in his spot. “I-I got you something else. It’s a little… weird, and probably not as special but I just really wanted to buy this. You don’t have to-“
“Jimin.” He looked up at Jungkook, who had an encouraging smile on his face. “I’ll love whatever you give me. If it’s from you, it’s already special to me.”
Jimin gulped and showed Jungkook his other present. Jungkook gasped as he saw the brown leather book in Jimin’s hands. It didn't have the gold trimming, nor did it have a lock on it, but it was similar enough to bring back memories of the princes old journal. Jungkook reached out and took the book from Jimin’s hands. His fingers grazed the cover, feeling the familiar feel of leather touch his skin. He opened the book and his eyes widened when he saw the first page filled out. And the second. And the third. Almost fifteen pages had been filled out already. “Jimin,” he whispered.
“I-I know I’ll never be a great writer like my past self was, but I thought I’d give it a try. It’s surprisingly easy to write when it’s about you.”
Jungkook’s eyes water as he reads the passages Jimin wrote about him. They’re beautifully written. He wrote about Jungkook’s eyes and about his laugh and about the way he sleeps. Just like the prince did. But this writing, while still Jimin's writing, is completely different. Jungkook loves it all the same. Every passage is about him, or about them. One particular piece of writing catches Jungkook’s eye:
“I know this is an everlasting love. It’s true love, because true love isn't just happiness and laughter, it’s pain and heartbreak too; it’s made up of hard work and tears. The happiness- it comes after all the turmoil. That’s how I know this is true love; my healed heart can confirm it.”
Jungkook sniffles. “Jimin these- these are beautiful. You’re a great writer.”
The older boy blushes. “Look at the last page I wrote on.”
Jungkook turns to the fifteenth page and sees that the page isn't completely filled like the rest are. Only 4 lines are filled out in the middle, and it’s written more like a poem. Jungkook reads it, and after he’s finished he gives Jimin a watery smile. “Hyung…”
“It’s to make up for last time.”
Jungkook puts down the book and hugs the older boy tightly. He buries his face in Jimin’s shoulder. He feels his heart swell with love, his body almost shaking from the intense emotion. Jimin smiles as he holds his love tightly in his arms. Both of them stay like that, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms. They’re hearts beat in synch, as the beat for each other, just like they did before. Just like they always have-
“I love you my prince.”
“I love you too my rose. Forever and always.”
-And just like they always will.
What is life with the sun?
Bright. Beautiful. Happy.
My sun is shining.
I have life again.