Taehyung relaxed in the chair, looking over Jungkook.

“Well.” He finally said, after taking some time to think everything through. “We’re in quite a predicament, aren’t we?” He asked.

“Whatever you want to call it.” Jungkook said, shrugging. He pulled his robe closer to himself and sighed.

“I can’t send you home, for obvious reasons, you’d probably be hanged for treason. And I can’t exactly let you roam around freely, half of my men have seen you like this, a whore.”

“So what are you going to do then?”

“I have a few ideas.” Taehyung shrugged and stood from his seat. “We’ll discuss them over dinner with the others. For now, I think you should be given a bath and something proper to wear.”

“Okay.” Jungkook nodded, feeling a bit relieved. Taehyung walked out of the room that they were in and led him down the hall, to a bedroom.

“My private baths are just in that room.” He said, gesturing to a door. “Take as long as you need.” Jungkook nodded and walked towards the room, stepping into the baths and instantly relaxing as the warm air hit his skin.

He quickly shed his robes and stepped into the heated water, sitting on one of the cut out benches and scrubbing the dirt and grime from himself.

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling how long it had gotten.

He’d need it cut. He didn’t want the male whore’s haircut anymore.

A maid entered just as he made that thought, and he turned to her, as she bowed. “I have brought some clothes from his majesty, your highness.” She said, bowing.

“Thank you.” Jungkook smiled at her. “May I ask you to do something for me?”

“Anything, your highness.”

“Would you be able to cut my hair?” She nodded and disappeared for a moment, coming back with a pair of small scissors.

She kneeled behind Jungkook and grabbed some of his hair, smoothing it out before the first quiet sound of hair being cut sounded.

Jungkook relaxed and closed his eyes, letting her do what she needed to do.

“All done, your highness.”

“Thank you.” He said kindly, once again giving her a smile, before standing and submerging himself into the water to get rid of any pieces of hair still clinging to his skin.

He then got out of the water and dried himself, grabbing the robes the maid had brought for him. He dressed quickly, before stepping out of the baths and into the main bedroom once again.

Taehyung was sitting there, on the lounge seat and reading a book, but he looked up as Jungkook appeared. He eyed the prince, nodding in approval at his appearance.

“I suppose we should get you something to eat, now.”

Jungkook nodded and followed him out of the room and down the hall to yet another room, this one being a dining room.

Three other men were sitting there, eating something already. They all looked up as Taehyung and Jungkook entered.

They didn’t even stand or bow, they barely acknowledged the king. Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You could at least say ‘good afternoon, your majesty’.”

“Too much work.” One of them drawled out, his eyes lazily coming to study Jungkook.

“Who’s the new kid?”

“This would be Jeon Jungkook.” The three men shot their heads up at that.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right. Did you just say Jeon Jungkook? As in, crown prince of Busan, best fighter in the country, coward who ran away from war, Jeon Jungkook?”

“Yes.”

“Why is he here?”

“Because.”

“Great explanation.”

“I know.”

“Does Jimin know?”

“He does, but we had some things to discuss, so they haven’t—“

“You know I’m still here, right? And I’m not mute, I can talk.” Jungkook interrupted him. Taehyung rolled his eyes once again.

“So is it true that you were the best fighter in Busan?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t the one to judge how good I was.”

“Could I fight you to find out?”

“No.”

“Why not? Isn’t that an automatic admit to defeat?”

“There are reasons as to why that would be impractical and unfair as of right now.”

“But—“

“Where’s Namjoon?” Taehyung suddenly asked. “We have some things, all of us need to discuss, before Jimin gets here.”

“Why without Jimin?”

“Because there are some things that I don’t need him to know.” Jungkook said.

“Hoseok, go get Namjoon.” The one Jungkook guessed to be Hoseok nodded and walked out of the room.

“Jungkook, this is Yoongi, my general, Jin, my older brother, that was Hoseok, my personal guard, and the one named Namjoon is my advisor.”

“Huh. Why isn’t he king then?”

“Didn’t want to be.” Jin said, shrugging. “Taehyung was better suited, anyway. Plus, it’s customary in our country for the most worthy child to take the throne, rather than the first born.”

“Huh.” Hoseok and Namjoon suddenly came into the room. Taehyung sat in a seat, gesturing for Jungkook to sit beside him.

“Great, now that we’re all here, I want to discuss what happens with Jungkook.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t he just run from his country to avoid war? Shouldn’t we just like...return him to his parents so he can be tried? No offense, to you, Jungkook, but wouldn’t that be the best thing to do?”

“No, because I didn’t run from a war.” Jungkook said.

“You didn’t? I’m pretty sure that’s what we’ve been told.”

“Do you really think my parents would actually tell you what they did to me?”

“I mean, if they didn’t, then they’ve been lying to their whole country and every surrounding one.”

“Taehyung, tell them where you found me.”

“Brothel.”

“Why was I there?”

“Parents sold you there.” Jungkook shrugged and looked at the other four men.

“They sold me to a brothel on the outskirts of Daegu to get rid of me. They tried doing it to Jimin until I threatened them, so instead they sold me to keep my mouth shut.”

Something shattered on the floor. Jungkook whipped around, his eyes widening to see Jimin standing there, his mouth parted in shock, his eyes already glazing over with tears.

“J-Jimin…”

The boy shook his head, rushing from the room.

“Shit.”