Jungkook stood in the clearing, several swords pointed at him.

"Kneel and beg for forgiveness." One of the men said.

Jungkook glared into Taehyung's eyes.

"No." He said.

Gasps echoed through the air.

Taehyung merely smirked. "What? You think you get special privileges now because I fucked you?"

"Absolutely not." Jungkook retorted, standing tall. "But I'm not apologizing for something you blatantly did wrong."

"And what did I do wrong?"

"You insulted me. There was no warrant for that."

"So you slapped me like a bitch?"

"You better fucking believe I slapped you like a bitch, your majesty."

"I can have you executed for that. Besides, there was a warrant for it. You're nothing but a whore from a brothel. Were you desperate enough to follow me here?"

"You're more of a dick than I remember. Acting tough now that you have your big boy pants on again?"

Taehyung growled and grabbed Jungkook by the arm. "Go back to your training, men."

"But--"

"GO!" The men all cleared the area as soon as they could. They didn't want to face the wrath of their king. Taehyung turned back to Jungkook. "You're fucking lucky I haven't killed you yet."

"I don't really care. I'm not afraid of death."

Taehyung scoffed. "Why did you follow me here?"

"As much as your egotistical ass likes to tell yourself, I did not not follow you here."

"Really? Then how and why are you here?"

"I'm here because the brothel is gone. Actually, your army now technically owns me."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, yes. They purchased me about an hour ago, you didn't hear?" Taehyung face darkened. "What? I was just a bitch you fucked, right? Why do you look so irritated?"

“That doesn’t mean I condone the actions of buying someone as a slave.” Jungkook shrugged, turning ways from the king.

“I’m still just the bitch you fucked. You even said it yourself.” Taehyung frowned and shook his head. He honestly had no idea what to do. “So what?” Jungkook suddenly asked. “What are you going to do, let me go? Set me free?”

“I doubt you’d have anywhere to go.”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

“Why were you even working at a brothel?”

“You thought I was working there?” Jungkook asked, turning to Taehyung.

“Well, weren’t you?”

“What male, in their right mind would work at a fucking prostitution house? I’ve heard of male mistresses, but I don’t fucking think that there is any male who would willingly work at a brothel house and let random strangers fuck them every day.”

“Why were you there, then?”

“Are you dense? I was sold there. I couldn’t leave because the owner owned me.”

Taehyung blinked in surprise.

Perhaps he’d been wrong.

So what, he thought that the man had just been some bitch who willingly gave himself out to men. He’d met people like that before, he thought Jungkook was no different.

Brothels were common, women often joined just to make a few extra coins for their families.

Taehyung shook his head, ridding himself of the thoughts.

“Okay, So you were sold there. Why didn’t you run away?”

“He drugged me.” Jungkook said simply. “There was this tea...I had to drink. It was infused with something that made me weak. I wouldn’t have been able to run even if I had tried.”

“And you couldn’t have refused it?”

“The maids were his spies, they made sure I drank it everyday, and if I didn’t, they’d force it down my throat. I was already weak from the dose of the day before, so I wouldn’t have been able to fight back.”

“Wow, you’re being really open about this.”

“You’ve already seen everything of me, and I obviously mean nothing to you, so what does it matter?”

“Shouldn’t you be upset, or something?”

“Or something.” Jungkook said, laughing lowly. “I’m more angry than anything, really. But I can’t do anything about it now, the brothel is gone, burned to the ground, the owner killed before I ever would have had the chance to kill him myself.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence.

“Are you keeping me here then?” Jungkook finally asked. “Keeping me here as some sort of fuck toy for you?”

“Where’s your family?”

“Nowhere I wish to be.” Jungkook spat.

“You don’t have a good relationship with them?”

“They’re the ones who sold me. Well, actually they were going to sell my brother…” Jungkook bit his bottom lip. Shit, he hadn’t meant to say that. He was being open with the king, but even he had things he didn’t want people to know. And that was definitely one of them.

“Well, who’s your brother, maybe he could—“

“Taehyung!” A voice suddenly shouted out.

Taehyung sighed, and turned to find his best friend running down the hall. He smiled, and stopped right in front of Taehyung.

The king glanced behind him to look at Jungkook, who’d gone completely pale. He furrowed his eyebrows and the man in front of him pouted, but turned to see what was distracting his friend.

He did a double take, his eyes widening.

“H-Hyung!?”