Never in their lives had they seen such a pristine figure hold a face so full of contempt. The prince's eyes were sharp, a steely gaze that didn't fail in making all four of them shiver. Yet to their surprise, this look of sheer intensity was directed towards only one person.

"The kingslayer. I should have known you would be back, Agust D." The name, spoken with such vitriol, was aimed at none other than Min Yoongi, who did nothing but meet this statement with a confused tilt of his head.

He muttered, "August, what?" as his only response, looking back to the others to see if they were following any of this yet they seemed just as puzzled. Their perplexity didn't go unnoticed by the prince, whose fist clenched around his weapon, glare only intensifying at what Yoongi said next. "I've got no clue what you're on about."

"DO NOT PLAY DUMB WITH ME!" Jungkook's voice shook the room, startling even the knights in his presence. Standing to his feet, the royal left his seat to march towards the group of outsiders. His stride alone was commanding and his subjects were quick to move away the closer he got.

A glance was hardly spared for anyone that wasn't Yoongi and in any other situation, he may have felt honoured. "Bow." That one word brought forth even more confusion on his part and alongside it, irritation.

Incredulously, he grumbled, "I'm sorry... what?" wanting to be sure he had heard him correctly. There was no way in hell he would be expected to stoop so low as the bow at the feet of a monarch who held such acidity for someone he had never met before.

Once again, his scowl grew deeper. Yoongi was suddenly yanked towards him, grabbed by the collar of his shirt and worrying the rest of his companions. Frantically, they glanced between each other, anxious by the possibility of the confrontation becoming violent. "I said, BOW!"

Yoongi clicked his tongue, finally matching the prince's scorn. "Hyung, just do it!" He heard Taehyung urge, tugging at his sleeve. He, however, was brushed off as the older scoffed at this plea.

"Bow? I don't bow to people who don't deserve my respect. Sorry to break it to you, bud."

"You're a ruin," Jungkook hissed, his venomous words smacking Yoongi dead in the face. "Yet you still have the audacity to stand in front of me and speak of respect? Where is your army? Where are the weapons you so fervently relied on to bring down so many of our kingdoms? You have with you a nobody," His eyes travelled towards Taehyung. "The Prince of Gwacheon," This time, they went towards Seokjin. "And a dwarf, yet you still feel so high and mighty?"

Seeing as he was the last one left, the dwarf in question was clearly Jimin. A realisation that didn't go unnoticed by the group. "Oh... he's calling Jimin short..." Jin had stated under his breath.

And of course, Jimin heard. "No... no, no, NO! I think not!" It wasn't long before he had pushed Yoongi back, getting between him and the prince. Not to defend his hyung's honour, but to clarify, "I beg your pardon, and I do hope you listen well, but I am the average height for a man of my age! It's not my fault I'm surrounded by giants," He pointed an accusing finger at his friends, each of them warning him to quiet down. Something he wouldn't do until he was sure he had gotten his point across.

"If anything, you're just freakishly tall! You and your three-inch heel!" He was inching closer to Jungkook's face with each word, the prince staring down at him while he rambled.

Immediately, the guards began to step closer, aiming their weapons at the angry midget. Taehyung had sensed that they were in trouble and hastily pulled his friend back, chuckling nervously. "I apologise for my friend's attitude, Prince Jungkook." Jimin was ready to state that he was most definitely not going to take back what he said but one slap over the mouth from Jin kept that from happening. "He hates it when people mock his height. So please, in the future could you... not?"

Jungkook raised his brow, face now dawning slight intrigue. He then waved off the guards, narrowing his eyes as he spoke, "Giving me a command? I ask you, who do you think you are?"

"I swear to- okay, listen, we all just want to go home." By this point, Seokjin was losing all patience with the situation because as far as he was concerned, he was just having a bad dream.

"If it's all the same to you, I wouldn't mind staying just a bit longer..." Taehyung was promptly kept quiet by what Jin had shouted next.

"I said - WE ALL WANT TO GO HOME! So if you could kindly point us to the exit that would be wonderful. If I had known the museum had a twenty-four-hour cosplay joint, I wouldn't have bothered coming at ten pm!"

For a moment, the room was dead quiet. Both the prince and his guards were shocked by his outburst, so much so that all of them took a step back in bewilderment. "Prince Seokjin?" Jungkook murmured, disbelief sounding through his usually commanding voice. "You never raise your voice. What has gotten into you?"

"Clearly you don't know him very well," Yoongi remarked. "This man can bitch better than any dog I've ever met." While intended to be humorous, his comment brought nothing but a frown to the prince's face.

"Agust D must have brainwashed him. Escort him to the guest chambers," He instructed his guards, instantly making Seokjin's eyes go wide. "Same for these two. As for Agust, throw him in the dungeon. I never want to see his face again and if I do, his head had better not be attached to his body."

Yoongi's arms were jerked behind his back, head pushed down while two of the guards pushed him forward. "Wait, Yoongi!" He heard Jimin shout, fighting the grip of the knight holding him back. "Don't take him!"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." The most he could do was smile before he was forced out of sight.

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"What the hell happened? What are we doing here?"

"Yes! I knew it was magic, I knew it!"

"Taehyung, explain, now!"

They wouldn't get any concrete answers until they all calmed down. Not that there was anyone who had a clue of what was really going on. Even if Taehyung was giddy with fascination, he couldn't ignore the task at hand: figuring out how they got here.

Still, he had a hard time containing his excitement. "Right, right, okay... we've obviously just travelled back in time to an... old... magical medieval era! I think...?"

Seokjin sighed, running his hand down his face in dismay. "And here I thought you were meant to be smart..." He grumbled.

"Well maybe if you paid attention to anything I said at the museum, you would know that this place is supposedly nonexistent. But, from what I can gather, Prince Jungkook really was the ruler of Busan, Yoongi is, I assume, a criminal named Agust D, Jin is the prince of Gwacheon. As for Jimin and I..." He looked towards his friend, frowning. "I'm not sure yet."

At this, Jimin began to pout. "Aw, man. I was hoping to be like, I don't know, the wife of a super-rich king with an army!" Obviously, he was greatly disappointed that this fantasy wouldn't come true, crossing his arms while both Taehyung and Jin shared the same 'wtf' expression, the latter asking why in the world he would want that. "It's a housewife thing, you wouldn't understand. Marry a rich old dude with cancer or something, take his money the moment he dies and become the tyrant in your suburban neighbourhood."

"There's no helping you children," Jimin scoffed at Jin's reaction, something that was promptly ignored by the older, who turned to Taehyung. "So magic exists? Anything else I should know about?"

Taehyung hummed. "Faires, giants, mermaids, sirens, trolls, demons...the list goes on and on! Exciting isn't it!"

"No. No, it really isn't."

"It doesn't matter what's in this world because we're not staying." Jimin's statement made Taehyung sigh. Even if he wanted to explore he knew there was no chance of that happening. "We need to get Yoongi out of that cell and then get the heck out of here!"

Right, Yoongi was a wanted man, apparently. They shouldn't stick around to find out who else wanted his head. The dilemma was that they had no clue how to get out of here, at least not yet. Unfortunately, they would have to ponder on a solution later, as the clicking of heels began to fade in from a distance, alerting them of the prince's presence.

Hastily, Taehyung turned to Seokjin, reminding him that he was indeed a prince in this world. "Remember all the strict rules your mother makes you follow! No slouching, hold your head high and most importantly, keep your mouth shut." The imitation of his hyung's mother made the situation slightly more humorous, especially since he was spot on.

Regardless, Jin made sure to follow this advice, straightening his back the moment the bedroom door swung open. It was all in vain, however, when the prince came barrelling towards him. "Prince Seokjin!" The confused man was wrapped in a tight hug, nearly knocking him over in the process. "You're alright! By the gods, what did that brute do to you?"

He moved back to examine the bruises on Jin's body. It was only when Jungkook noticed them did he begin to feel the stings from the wounds on his face and lower limbs. Though he winced, Seokjin did his best to seem unbothered by his newly formed pains.

"It's been weeks," Jungkook continued, voice lowering and bringing forth a sombre tone. "After what happened to the king and queen we all figured you had run away, or worse..." He glanced over his injuries yet again, grimacing. "It's refreshing to know an entire family line hasn't been brought down once again."

Finally, he turned his attention to Jimin and Taehyung, seeing that the two men had been awkwardly standing off to the side this entire time. Contrary to what they were expecting, the prince showed no hostility towards them. "I can only assume these two were taken alongside you?"

Jimin smirked, nodding. "Oh yeah, it was terrible. All he ever did was complain and sleep. It was like hanging out with an old cat, I swear. Would not recommend it." Taehyung flicked his arm, silently scolding him for his remarks. "What?" He snapped back. "Yoongi's not around to hear. Let me say what I want."

Seokjin, becoming increasingly unphased by their antics, managed to ignore them completely. "Yes, they were taken with me." He said, stating it more like a question if anything. The prince nodded nonetheless.

"I see, then you, dwarf, do you have anywhere to go? Perhaps we can return you to your family?" That managed to irk Jimin, who harshly sucked in his breath, quite a bit.

So he figured a little more clarification was needed. "Again," He started. "I am not a dwarf! I am the average height for a man of my background!"

Yet all Jungkook did was roll his eyes, strolling over to him and leaning over the older male. "Do say that again. Dwarf." Had it not been for Taehyung, Jimin would have punched him square in the nose. Thankfully for him, his best friend knew him well enough to know when a fight was about to start and rushed to pull him away from the royal.

"Hyung, calm down," He whispered, leaning towards Jimin's ear. "My prince, once again please excuse him. He's insecure."

The shorter male clenched his fist, mumbling, "I am not..."

Unfortunately, the odds were against him, as even Jin agreed. "You seriously are."

Oddly enough, Jungkook seemed intrigued by their conversation. He examined the gentle features of Jimin's body, his soft blonde locks, light brown eyes and plush lips. For someone who looked so endearing, he was rather feisty.

Then studied the chiselled proportions of Taehyung. The dark brown head of hair he had was parted, allowing the prince the space to stare into the deep sable that was his gaze. Everything about him looked fierce but managed to be so tranquil at the same time.

"I like this one," He said finally, directed at Taehyung, who only blinked in confusion. What he said next was truly baffling. "I want him. The short one as well." Seokjin went to protest right away but he was cut off when Jungkook called for someone. "Huening Kai,"

A teen, well above the height of everyone else, walked into the room at the beckoned call of his majesty. "Have a room ready for these two and inform General Namjoon that we have located the prince. By the way, feel free to change. Your clothes look atrocious."

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Laying on the bed of his cell, Yoongi couldn't help but huff. He wasn't sure how long he had been there. Much too long, he thought to himself. The man was bored out of his mind. On the bright side, now he had the chance to get some much-needed rest. It wasn't like he had many other options anyway.

However, before he was able to doze off, the guard outside his cell began to speak. "After all this time, I can't believe you would really come back here..." His stammer caught Yoongi's attention.

Groaning, he rubbed the back of his neck as he rolled up, groggily muttering, "You talking to me?"

"Who else? Of course, I'm speaking to you!" The guard took off his helmet, revealing a head of light orange hair that he pushed back to reveal his pained, brown eyes, glossy with incoming tears. The expression he bore was one of immense hurt and disbelief yet it was all familiar.

"What in the... Hoseok? How did you get here? I thought-"

"Quiet," The guard spat sharply. "We agreed that you would never show your face here again. What are you planning?" There was such distaste in his eyes, similar to the looks Yoongi had received from everyone else, only Hoseok's carried two things: regret and disappointment. No malice but it hurt just as much, if not more, coming from him.

"Wait, please, just explain, I don't understand!" This made Hoseok scoff but Yoongi still rushed forward, coming as close as he could. "Sunshine, please-"

Hoseok's eyes went wide, suddenly, he grabbed Yoongi by the collar and yanked him until his body was pressed against the metal bars. "Don't call me that!" He shouted, harsh enough to startle the man in his clutches. Even still, he could see the tears finally begin to roll down the guard's cheeks. Noticing how aggressive he had acted, Hoseok released him. "You have lost the right to call me that, or any nickname for that matter. I warned you, should you return to Busan you would surely be put to death."

Yoongi's breath hitched. "Shit... that's pretty intense."

Of course, Hoseok was sceptical of how indifferent he seemed. "How can you possibly be so nonchalant?"

To that, the older could only shrug. "Honestly, I'm not all that surprised. I mean, with the way princey was looking at me, I'd be surprised if he didn't want my head. Jesus Christ, what'd I do? Kill his parents or something?" It sounded so absurd to him. Actually, it was all rather amusing. This had to be the most interesting dream he had had yet.

He continued to chuckle, that is, until Hoseok shouted this, "Yes... YES, YOU DID! How could you even joke about such a subject? Do you truly have no shame, Agust?" That couldn't be right. He couldn't have possibly done such a thing. "They say you killed the rulers of Gwacheon as well. Please, tell me it is not true..."

"I... I don't know. I really can't tell you..." So while Seokjin got to be a prince, Yoongi was stuck in the body of a killer? How could fate be so cruel? Despite his confusion, Hoseok still scoffed, reaching to put his helmet back on. Quickly, Yoongi rushed back over to the bars, looking frantic now. "Sunshine, listen-"

"Why should I listen to a word you have to say? I will not be playing into your little mind games this time."

"No, please! I'm not from around here, I'm from the future. I think...? This seems more like a freaky alternate dimension if anything. Either way, I have to get the people I came here with! We have to get out of here, I need your help."

Hoseok turned around and why wouldn't he? Any normal person would think he sounded insane. Regardless of how much he pleaded, there was no way Yoongi would get his assistance.

"You know I can't do that, Agust. Not again, not after you left me like this..." There was so much pain in his voice, grief dripping from the tip of his tongue. It was like he still cared for Yoongi but had no clue how to face him and it was that realisation that made him realise something: They had to be in love in this realm as well. He could only imagine the thoughts running through Hoseok's mind seeing him like this, locked behind cell walls.

Yoongi was going to be executed soon and he could do nothing but watch.

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Unexpectedly, the ride to the Kingdom of Gwacheon was much shorter than expected. Most likely because Jin had slept through the majority of it. What could he say? He had been up for hours and the carriage was surprisingly comfy. Obviously, the last thing he wanted to do was leave his dongsaengs alone in that palace, especially if it was with that prince but it wasn't like he had much of a choice.

He was startled awake when the door suddenly opened, beckoning him out. Jin sucked in his breath, already scared for what was to come. "Alright... let's do this..."

Flowers reigned from above, a few petals falling atop of his head whilst he walked through a crowd of citizens. The people cheered as he passed by, showering him with compliments and attempting to pass him gifts. It was an overwhelming ego boost if nothing at that. Guided by the guards, he was led down a hall, a beautiful corridor that he could only assume went to the throne room.

The palace was massive, bigger than any building that Seokjin could have ever imagined. Its interior consisted of vast, granite pillars and marble floors accompanied by many purple accessories. From flowers to carpets and small amethyst accents, violet was a common theme when it came to decoration.

However, it was not only a feature of the furnishing but the people as well. Most staff they passed wore some form of the colour, whether it be their clothing or hair. This applied to Jin as well. Passing by a mirror, he got a brief glance at his head, eyes widening when he saw that his locks were no longer the deep shade of brown they usually were. Instead, it was a vibrant shade of lilac that intrigued him.

"Damn, I look good." He whispered to himself once they made their way out of the hall. "I might have to dye it when I wake up."

When he finally arrived at the throne room, Jin was once again swarmed with even more people, although it seemed like a much more civil crowd. Amongst them, was a tall man standing at the forefront. His pink hair complimented his tan skin and Jin had to admit, he wasn't all that bad in the looks department.

Based on his uniform, he could only assume this was General Namjoon. Out of everyone in the room, he seemed the most relieved to see him. "Welcome back my prince, you have been missed greatly." The general stooped to one knee, the rest of the crowd soon following.

There was just something about the way he said my prince that just seemed endearing and full of love. It was sure to warm his lover's heart. Unless said lover was meant to be him, which was what Jin was seriously hoping against.

For a while, Seokjin eyed them curiously when they refused to stand. Then he realised it was probably his job to tell them to and cursed under his breath. "You can stand," He instructed, happy to see that the crowd followed his order. "I apologise for my absence..." He did his best to remember what Taehyung had told him and tried his best to act as 'princely' as possible.

Regardless of his stiffness, Namjoon smiled nonetheless. "There is no need to apologise, your majesty. It would be best if you got some rest, then we will get down to business. Would you like to request anything from the staff?"

Jin grinned and without hesitation said, "Something with pork would be nice. I've been craving meat for so long!" Despite his exclamation, the crowd was quiet. The silence was deafening and he began to wonder if he had said something wrong. "What...? Can't you guys cook meat? It's not that hard, I can help."

This time, they gasped. "My lord," a maid said timidly. "You don't cook..."

"What do you mean I don't cook? What kind of person can't cook?" Jimin... Jimin can't cook but that was beside the point. Seokjin, whether he intended to or not, glared incredulously at the woman, the servant stepping back and mumbling an apology after hearing the offence in his tone. "What? So no meat for me then?"

Namjoon's face scrunched, brushing past another guard to move his hand to Jin's forehead. Obviously, he was taken aback by this and attempted to push him off but the knight was persistent and kept still. "He's got to be sick... My prince, you have disregarded meat for years! It hasn't been on your plate since you were a teenager."

What kind of a person doesn't eat meat? "A-A... A vegetarian?" He whispered. "No... No, no! What kind of sick joke is this? I'M A FUCKING GRASS EATER?"

The knight made a small hum of uncertainty, worry becoming increasingly more prominent on his face. He looked to the others, insinuating that they must be excused. No one argued with him. "Prince Seokjin, please allow me to escort you to your chambers. I am sure you are exhausted."

"Thank the fucking lords, you're damn right I need a nap." One of the maids walked off first and Jin followed after.

As he walked ahead, Namjoon turned to one of the guards by his side, his second in command as the general. "Jackson," He whispered. "I need you to make sure the palace is secure. We'll move troops to the rest of the kingdom later but for now, I just want to make sure the prince is alright. I am certain Agust D has pulled some sort of trick on his mind."

Arriving in the royal bedroom was like being gifted one of those fancy houses on the home channel. He just couldn't believe it was his! It had to be bigger than his entire apartment. Seokjin flopped on the queen-sized bed the moment it was in his sight, letting out a sigh of relief when he sunk into the comfortable surface.

He didn't register the sound of the bedroom door opening but he most definitely felt the mattress shift under a newfound weight. With a light chuckle, Namjoon leaned down and pressed his lips against Seokjin's forehead, smiling. "How I've missed you, my prince," He whispered warmly, voice full of affection and love, confirming Jin's previous fears. "These last few weeks have nothing but a nightmare without you. I'm glad you're back."

Jin's eyes went wide when he moved down for another kiss, pressing his hand against his mouth. "A little space would be nice, don't you think?"

"Pardon?" He complied regardless, furrowing his brow at how strange Seokjin was acting.

Somewhat desperately, he asked, "Please tell me we're not married."

Taken aback, Namjoon's mouth was left agape. His eyes fell on the ring on his finger, noticing that the matching one wasn't where it was meant to be, on Jin's fingers. "No...? Not yet at least-"

"Oh thank god!" This time, the knight was startled enough to where he shifted away, face morphing from concern to hurt. Not that Jin took any notice of it. "I would hate to have to pretend to be in love like that, you know? This dream has been crazy enough. I don't need any of that. The kiss did feel... real though..."

Meeting Namjoon's bewildered expression, he ordered the knight to slap him. "My prince, I could never hurt you like that!"

"Then I don't know, kiss me again!"

"But, I thought you said-" Seokjin rolled his eyes at his hesitance. It was just a dream anyway, so he wasn't very apprehensive when he brought the guard closer, pressing their lips against one another. It was warm, smooth and downright blissful the way Namjoon felt. His lips were plush and practically engulfed every one of Jin's senses. The main takeaway for him, however, wasn't the magical way he felt, no.

"This... This is real?" He murmured, puzzled and a little frightened.

"I would hope so," A faint grin arrived on Namjoon's face as he brushed his fingers across the area Jin had touched. Yet his smile didn't stay for long. "Prince Seokjin, you're not acting like yourself, please, you must rest. Agust D must have messed with your mind."

"You mean Yoongi? The bitch can't do anything to me even if he tried. The only thing he puts effort into is sleeping and even then he doesn't have to do much. I doubt he could do anything to my mind." After spouting all of this, Seokjin didn't waste a second in standing to his feet and trying to fun for the door. "I have to get back to the others and figure out how to get out of here!"

Yet Namjoon kept him still by grabbing his arm. "My prince, please wait!"

Seokjin groaned, tugging his limb away and turning towards him. "Can you stop with the whole 'my prince' thing? It was cute at first but if you're going to use it, do it in moderation!"

"My love-"

"Not that either! I don't even know who you are!" And just like that, Namjoon's entire expression dropped. He looked as though his heart had shattered into a million pieces.

"S-Seokjin... What do you mean by that?"

Jin stopped dead in his tracks. Married or not, it was clear there was a strong romantic relationship between the prince and the knight. He would have to be careful not to ruin that while he was here but from the looks of it, he had already done that. How was he going to explain this?

"Listen, and you're not going to believe me, but I'm not from this time." He sat back down on the bed, gently taking Namjoon's hands with a sigh. "My friends and I wandered into a storage closet at a museum, touched a wand and then appeared here. Don't give me that look," He mumbled at the look of bewilderment he received. "I know it sounds crazy, but believe me. It's just as strange to me as it to you."

Namjoon was silent for what felt like ages, really taking in the wave of unbelievable information. Jin's mannerisms, his speaking, the way he walked - it was all different. There was no reason not to believe him.

"Alright," Finally, he placed a hand on Seokjin's shoulder, looking at him intently. "I'll help you get back home. On one condition..."

"Anything!"

"You bring my prince back and take his place as ruler until he returns."