Jin panicked as soon as there was a firm knock on his door. He quickly put on the black cape with the hoodie to hide his face.

He didn't even know why he was so nervous about seeing Namjoon when it wasn't going to be done in his real body. The thought of seeing him without being in the body of Nayeon seemed strangely terrifying.

A second knock finally made him open the door, but when he saw Hoseok standing there he grew disappointed.

"Can I help you?" He asked uninterestedly though he knew Yoongi had probably sent him.

"Well hello mystery man. Who are you today? Ahh! You're Soobin! Tell me, have you ever impersonated me?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jin rolled his eyes, "I doubt you're here to ask me about my impersonations."

"You're right. Can I come in?" He asked directly as he did, taking a seat on the nearest chair. He crossed one leg over the other relaxing.

"You already did." Jin frowned.

"I am actually here on the king's orders. He had a request for you."

Hoseok handed him a rolled piece of paper. He carefully pulled the black ribbon that was tied around it keeping the message secure.

"Jin, remember that day I asked if you could make me a potion to make someone smell bad? I really need it before I eat my husband. I am assuming you will need time to make it since you don't get many requests like these. When you are finished, bring it to me personally. I am sure impersonating Nayeon will get you right in. By the way, make it as stinky as possible. That's an order."

He chuckled as he finished reading it. At times Yoongi could be so childish. Their friendship hadn't started out as a mature one either way. The reason they had met in the first place was because Yoongi wanted a potion to stop his almost dead father from dying.

"So? Where is it?" Hoseok asked. Although he hadn't read the message he knew Yoongi wanted a potion.

"I don't have it. What he's asking for needs some experimenting. I will take it to him once I am finished."

Hoseok got up from the chair, "Okay then. I hope it's quick. You know the king isn't a patient one. Bye." He said with a smirk.

Jin rolled his eyes yet again as Hoseok left. He walked over to the cracked mirror on the wall and stared at himself.

Slowly, he made himself transform into Hoseok. This was the definition of beauty at its finest. This was why Hoseok was so confident.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Jin sighed as he headed to open it up. He decided he'd mess with Hoseok and surprise him once he saw his impersonation.

"I told you I don't hav—"

He stopped himself from finishing his sentence when he saw that Hoseok was not the one behind the door. It was Namjoon.

Jim quickly looked away from his face before Namjoon got a glance. He suddenly got all nervous and jittery. In all reality he hadn't expected him to come.

Since he last spoke to Namjoon who asked where to find him, he'd been waiting for him. Hoping to see his face every time he opened the door.

Now that it was really him, he didn't know how to handle his emotions. It was embarrassing for a vampire to feel so intimidated by a human.

Namjoon stayed by the door observing the mysterious figure. It was a man for sure. His place was fairly small and located in the middle of nowhere. Inside there were plants, flowers and papers that were taped to the wall with weird words.

A big cabinet with a bunch of glass containers was in the corner. The liquids inside were all different types of colors. There wasn't even a bed or a couch. Only a small table with two chairs. This looked more like a shed than a home.

The man took a seat on a chair and brought his hands to rest on the table. Namjoon was frozen at the door analyzing the man in the hood. The lighting was so dim it was really hard to get a glimpse of his face and the hoodie did not help.

"Are you going to come in?" The mysterious man spoke.

Namjoon cleared his throat and walked in closing the door. His heart raced as he got closer to the unknown man.

"My name is Kim Namjoon. I am here to buy two of your potions." He said bowing.

Jin was extremely curious about these potions Namjoon was seeking. Typically, only the townspeople purchased potions from him. Every now and then he'd get strangers from out of town to buy from him but it was rare.

"How did you hear from me?" He was intrigued. Maybe it was because it was Namjoon here but he really needed to know.

"I moved here recently and I met this lady who told me about you. She was very helpful in letting me know where you stay."

Jin hummed. He was referring to Nayeon, but that was impossible because both times Namjoon had spoken to him he was in her body. The real Nayeon and him have never met before.

Even if they had, Jin would be able to tell because the potion he gave her through the cookies gave him the ability to know everything that happened while he was in her body.

Meaning if the real Nayeon and Namjoon ever met, Jin could simply impersonate her and all those memories or everything Nayeon said he'd be able to see.

Plus, the one who asked about the potion person was Namjoon. But, he sounded confident with his response almost like he had rehearsed in his head a million times. He didn't even look nervous despite his heart beating so loudly. If Jin didn't have supernatural hearing he wouldn't be able to tell that he was scared.

"I see. What potions do you seek?"

Namjoon stayed silent for a few seconds. Almost like he was getting his thoughts together. "Can you do any potion?"

"Depends. There's certain things I don't mess with."

"Oh. Mine shouldn't be that complicated. I simply want a good luck potion and a free mistake potion."

"Good luck? Free mistake?" He questioned.

Namjoon had made it sound like he would be asking for a forbidden potion when it was two simple things. Jin felt slightly relieved as he got up from the seat and walked over to his cabinet.

He picked out the small glass bottle with the green liquid and the one with the grey liquid. Then slowly made his way to Namjoon. He handed it to him and Namjoon reached to get it, slightly brushing his fingers against his.

Jin wasn't looking him in the eye, but when he felt him staring he turned his face away. "If that's all you want you can leave."

"Wait, don't I owe you money?"

"No. I do not charge for my potions."

"But, why? I cannot accept this without you charging me."

"I don't need to charge for my potions. I give them to those who are in need and something tells me that you need them. I don't need money. I am an immortal."

Namjoon bowed, "Thank you sir. I appreciate this very much."

"Is that everything that you need?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"Okay then. I hope it helps you the best way it can."

"I hope so too." Namjoon excused himself and left Jin behind.

Something told him that Namjoon would be back soon.

•••

Jungkook opened the door ready to walk out when he spotted Taehyung standing there like a statue.

"Can—can I help you?"

"You will not be eating with your friend today."

"What? Why not?" He asked, concerned. They had been eating together for the past week. Jimin mentioned that he hadn't even spoken to Yoongi since they officially got married.

"The king wishes to eat with him from now on."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows slightly intrigued. His mind started spiraling thinking of why Yoongi had a sudden change in mind. It was driving him crazy.

"Did you hear me?" Taehyung asked.

"Huh? Yes. I did."

"You can still eat and do whatever you please."

"Sure." Jungkook murmured as Taehyung walked away.

He closed the door with a loud sigh and went to lay back in bed. The spiraling thoughts coming back made him a bit dizzy.

•••

Jimin hesitantly bowed to greet the king. It had been days since he'd even seen him. So when Taehyung told him the king requested to eat with him it threw him off guard.

"Your majesty." He said, greeting him.

"Jimin, how very nice to see you.Please, have a seat."

Jimin took a seat next to him. He looked down at his plate. It had three banana strawberry pancakes, scrambled eggs and a variety of chopped fruits on the side with a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.

"I took the liberty to order your breakfast. I know our chef exaggerates the food quantity. He forgets humans don't consume as much as we do. I hope this is a better portion for you."

Jimin stared at the plate for a few seconds. Something about it felt so nostalgic and he couldn't explain why. It's like he was getting random deja vu.

All Yoongi had done was order him breakfast. It shouldn't be a big deal, but why was his heart suddenly melting?

"Thank you."

"Do you not like it?" Yoongi questioned, noticing his facial expression.

"No, it's not that your majesty. No one has ever ordered food for me before. That's all."

"Hmm. If you want you can get something else."

"That's not necessary your majesty. I appreciate it."

Jimin noticed that Yoongi was eating rare steak. It was an odd choice for breakfast. His stomach couldn't help to turn at the sight of the steak blood pooling on the plate. He hoped that when he was immortal blood wouldn't make him this squirmy.

"Do you want some?"

"No. Sorry. I didn't mean to stare." He apologized as he picked up his utensils.

The sweetness overflowed his mouth and settled in his stomach. The food was comforting. He focused as much as he could on the taste and smell of his pancakes to avoid the blood dripping from Yoongi's steak.

"Your majesty?" Jimin wondered after a long moment of silence.

"Hmm?"

"If I may ask, why do you want to eat with me?"

"Can I not eat with my husband?" He responded, looking up at him.

Jimin's face turned bright red and it got redder the moment he saw Yoongi's left hand. He was still wearing the band.

"Uhh..of course you can. Pardon me."

Yoongi smiled big and wide. In a matter of seconds his eyes turned a bright red. Even though Jimin was scared, he was also thrilled. Was he a masochist?

"You didn't take it off." Jimin blurted.

"Of course not. I'm loyal."

After that was said, they ate their meals in silence. Yoongi finally stood up from the chair and vaguely waved towards his direction.

"I will see you later for lunch."

Jimin turned to look at him hoping that Yoongi was looking, but by then he was out the door. So he sighed and continued eating only this time alone.