“Jimin!” Jungkook shot up from his seat and rushed after his brother, only to be stopped by Taehyung’s grip. “Let me go.”

“No, just let him be.”

“H—“

“Sit.” Jungkook sighed, letting out a shaky breath before sitting back in his seat and turning back to the other men. “Now, as I was saying, we have a bit of an issue. We can’t just let Jungkook be out in the public, not only are there spies in my castle, that could report back to Busan, but half of my army has already seen him and identified him as a whore.”

“So what do we do? I’m sure he doesn’t want to be locked up in a room for the rest of his life.”

“Wait, wasn’t he the best fighter in Busan? We already established this. Just make him your personal guard or assassin or something. That way, he can be justified in covering his face, and the only people who’ll know who he is are us.”

“He’s gone years without fighting, who’s to know—“

“Again, I’m right fucking here, I have a mouth, I can talk.” Jungkook snapped.

“You can do a lot more than just t—“ Jungkook elbowed Taehyung quite harshly to shut him up. The other men all stared at the two of them, their eyes narrowed.

“You’ve fucked before.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything. Taehyung didn’t, either.

“Anyway.” Jungkook finally said, not even seeming fazed. “I can still fight, I’m just a bit rusty, is all. And it might take a few more days until I get my full strength back, I still feel a bit weak from the drugs.”

“They drugged you?”

“How else do you think they were able to keep me in the brothel? You think I was there willingly?”

“Fair point. So what? We give you a few days to rest, and then maybe have Yoongi and Hoseok get you back in shape and you become Taehyung’s personal assassin?”

“Would you swear loyalty to me, then? Because this wouldn’t jut be for show, I would actually expect you to be such. You’d have to swear loyalty to me and serve me.”

“I’m fine with that.” Jungkook said without hesitation. “I have nowhere else to go, and I no longer have any loyalty to Busan.”

“Then I guess it’s settled. I’ll let you rest for awhile...shit, aren’t we having the ball in a few days? Do we even have any spare rooms?”

“He can stay in mine.” Taehyung said, sighing. “We aren’t strangers to the same bed, anyway.”

“Okay, did not need to know that.” Jin said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “We aren’t chastising you for your tastes, but seriously, we didn’t need to know the extra detail.”

“Yeah, Okay, whatever. I’ve literally sat through every single ‘conquest’ you’ve had, Hyung. So don’t go and give me that kind of attitude like you’re innocent.”

Jin rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Can I go track down Jimin now? I need to go and speak with him?”

“He’ll probably be angry with you.”

“Well no shit!” Jungkook yelled, striding from the room. He stalked down the halls, in search of his brother. He had no idea where he was going, or how he would ever find the younger prince, but he was determined to speak to the male.

“Jimin!” He called when he caught the sight of some robes as a man rounded the corner. There was no response and Jungkook ran forward.

It was him.

“Jimin!” Jungkook called again, rushing forward, but the younger ignored him. Jungkook rushed forward and encased the younger in his arms, pressing his back to his chest and burying his face into his neck. “Please...I’m so sorry, Jimin. I didn’t want you to know.”

Jungkook heard the soft sniffled. Jimin had been crying.

Jungkook’s heart clenched with guilt and he sighed into his brother’s neck. “I did it for you, I’m so sorry.”

“You left me there. They hated me. They didn’t...they didn’t...it was all for waste, Hyung…”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook froze, unfurling himself from his younger brother. He turned the boy around, staring into his red eyes, swollen from crying. “Jimin, What the fuck do you mean?” He demanded, gripping the prince’s shoulders.

The young prince shook his head, looking down in shame. “Whatever you did to sacrifice yourself for me, everything you went through must’ve been for me. But it was all a waste. They didn’t...they didn’t protect me or stop him.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“You’re lying.” He breathed out.

“You weren’t there to protect me anymore.” He said sadly, his voice cracking. “No one stopped him from using me. He had free reign over my body, Hyung, he did whatever he wanted. And I wasn’t allowed to leave, I couldn’t run, I couldn’t do anything.”

“No, it’s a lie. Th-they wouldn’t—“

“He made me his bitch!” Jimin screamed. “And you weren’t there to save me!” Jimin turned and rushed down the hall.

Jungkook fell to his knees, his eyes wide in shock.

Silent tears streaming down his face.