"He asked me to sleep with him?" Jungkook asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah. It was bizarre for him to even ask that. He didn't even kiss me in our ceremony, but now he wants us to sleep in the same room. I don't know. I think he has it all backwards." Jimin said as he touched the pretty rose in front of him.

Jungkook set his gardening tools down and looked at his friend concerned. "Why would he want that?"

Jimin shrugged as Jungkook sighed. He didn't expect his friend to have the answer to that question although it seemed pretty obvious.

"That was a dumb question." He finally said as he clipped away the dead leaves.

"I wonder the same thing." Jimin said.

"So? Are you going to do it?"

"Do I have a choice?" Jimin asked.

Deep down, Jungkook knew he didn't, but Yoongi had made it pretty clear that Jimin was free to decide what he wanted. If that was the case he couldn't force him to do it.

"The king gave you a choice. He said you could decide. So, just say you do not feel comfortable with that."

Jimin remained quiet watching his friend turn the once ugly rose to a beautiful one. Jungkook was a master at everything he put his mind to. He could learn a new ability without struggling. He was simply naturally talented at everything.

Jungkook looked at him after Jimin didn't say a word, "You want to do it." He stated. It was meant to be a question but it hadn't come out as one.

Jimin couldn't help but mischievously smile, "What can I say? I like the thrill."

Before Jungkook could scold him or warn him of the insanity that he was about to commit, Vernon interrupted their conversation.

"The king is ready for his meal."

"Very well. I will talk to you later, Jungkook."

Jungkook nodded and waved a little nervously. Something didn't feel right. Nothing about this felt right.

About an hour later, he was done with the plants and flowers. He made his way inside the castle to the cool air. He went to the room that was assigned for haircuts.

Up until now he still hadn't had to cut anyones hair. He didn't mind it since he was mainly occupied with taking care of the garden.

He opened his drawer to pull out some scissors. His hair was still short, but he was a perfectionist. Something about having long hair didn't sit right with him. Maybe it was because growing up in the orphanage they were taught to always have their hair a certain length.

They'd get haircuts biweekly if not weekly. Jimin had never been a fan of maintaining his hair the perfect length, but that was because Jimin wasn't like him.

Jimin was simply different. He was special. Always had been and always would be.

The small hairs fell on his nose and cheeks tickling him. As he wiped them and reopened his eyes Taehyung was standing by the door.

Although he had never tried to be threatening, Jungkook got pretty defensive when it came to immortals. So he instantly went into panic mode.

"Can I help you?"

"Uhh. Hi. You're supposed to cut hair?"

Jungkook nodded, this man being powerful and all was very timid and had poor social skills. "Yes. Do you...do you want one?" He asked because it was the right thing to do. The reason he agreed to live here was because he could do something and not feel as a burden.

Taehyung nodded, "Yeah."

Jungkook cleared his throat and pulled the chair for him to sit. His heart was racing and his hands were trembling. They were alone and if he wanted to, he could hurt him.

"Are you scared of me?" Taehyung questioned.

"N—no."

"Your heart is beating very fast." He said as he took a seat.

"Uhh...I..."

"Do not fear me. I have never liked human blood. I maintain solely on human food."

Jungkook nodded yet again. Even if he didn't, he couldn't really argue with him. But Taehyung seemed sincere about this.

He looked at the slight beard stubble on his face. "Do you want me to...clean you up?" He asked, pointing to his chin.

"Sure." He replied uninterested.

Jungkook nodded, opening up the box of shaving brushes and shaving soap. He walked over to the sink that was in the corner of the room and filled a bowl of water.

After damping his face he grabbed the shaving soap. Taehyung stood perfectly still. He was the perfect client. He didn't even blink.

His eyes were straight ahead, not even looking Jungkook in the face. Still, Jungkook held his breath as he carefully started shaving him. If he were to accidentally cut him he'd get in trouble. Not that an immortal would mind a simple cut. They were known to rapidly heal and have a high pain tolerance.

Once he was almost done he noticed that Taehyung's chest was rising. Jungkook turned a bright red color thinking how bad his smell would be.

He was out gardening and sweating. Definitely not prepared to groom anyone. "I do apologize if my scent is unpleasant sir. I have been outside sweating and—"

"I do not care about your smell." He simply stated.

Jungkook didn't touch the subject again and tried to finish the shaving without taking too long. When he was out of his face he felt more relaxed.

He stepped back and admired his work. He had done it so effortlessly. Taehyung looked different without the stubble around his face. His face looked much younger now that he was shaved.

If he would cut his hair he would look even younger. Taehyung finally looked at him and Jungkook started panicking again. He was so intimidating without trying.

"How—how short do you want your hair?"

"Not short. I just need you to trim the ends."

Jungkook was slightly disappointed. He wished he had the chance to cut his hair short so he looked well groomed, but he didn't argue.

As his hands untied the messy bun he got a whiff of his hair which smelled sweet. It was a little damped and wavy.

"Is this okay?" He asked holding up a piece of hair to show him.

Taehyung nodded, "That's just fine."

Jungkook kept quiet as he kept trimming his hair. Every now and then Taehyung would look in his direction but it was rare. When he was done with the back he walked in front of him.

"I just need need to trim this piece right—"

As soon as Jungkook grabbed the hair covering his left eye Taehyung slid his chair back. Even though he had been quick, Jungkook got a glimpse.

His left eye was cloudy and was all white. Jungkook suddenly regretted touching him in the first place because up until now he hadn't seen Taehyung be mean.

But the look on his face was unmistakable. He was livid. Jungkook bowed, both deeply embarrassed and scared.

"I am so sorry sir. I didn't mean to make you mad. I am very sorry. I shouldn't have touched you without permission."

When the quietness persisted, Jungkook slowly looked up but by then Taehyung was gone.

•••

"They managed to move everything?" Jimin asked.

"Of course. My men work quickly."

Jimin admired the king's room. It was twice as big as the one he slept in. The covers and curtains were black. There was an enormous painting on the wall behind the bed. It was various mythical gods that all blended into one.

A decent size table for two was by the windows. A semi large couch in the corner. The balcony view was breathtaking. Jimin thought his view was amazing until he saw the view Yoongi had.

The walls were grey toned and the chandelier on the ceiling was black and beautiful. The room was very dim, but elegant.

"I see."

"Feel free to freshen up before bed. I have something to attend to."

Jimin nodded as Yoongi exited the room. He looked around the space and suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

He was thankful that Yoongi had left him alone at least for a little while. He made his way to the bathroom to shower.

His body was sweaty from the nervousness he felt. Like the room, the grey dim walls made him feel like he was stuck in the vortex.

The water was warm and felt good against his achy muscles. He would typically take long showers but he wanted to be out quickly just in case the king returned.

He finished drying his body and putting on some sleeping clothes. His hair was a damp frizzy mess that no matter how much he combed it was untamable.

While he was finishing brushing his teeth, he felt the warm blood pour from his nose. He quickly grabbed tissues and pinched the bridge of his nose leaning forward.

It took a few minutes for it to stop. Once it did, he looked down and saw his blood all over the perfect white sink. He cursed himself scrubbing it away but not without it leaving a tint.

"Don't worry about that. Someone will clean it up."

Jimin gasped when he heard Yoongi's voice. He wondered how long he had been back. Once he threw away the bloody tissues he walked out.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Don't be ridiculous. You can't help it."

Jimin focused his eyes on the floor until he heard noise. As he looked up and spotted a shirtless Yoongi his face got hot.

"I sleep in boxers. I can't sleep with clothes on." He stated.

Jimin released a shaky breath, "There's no need for you to explain yourself your majesty. I understand."

Yoongi smirked, "Don't worry. I'm sleeping on the couch."

"Oh. We're not..." sleeping together? Of course the king said they wouldn't, but that didn't mean Jimin had to believe it.

"No. I told you I am testing something."

Jimin was suddenly confused. He wished he knew what Yoongi was talking about because he constantly felt like a deer in the headlights.

"Oh. Okay. No—no of course not. I can sleep on the couch. You don't have to—"

Yoongi approached him in a matter of seconds. Jimin suddenly felt lightheaded. It could've been the nosebleed or the fact that the king was standing in front of him half naked.

His skin was a beautiful milky white and unlike this room he was bright. He stood out like a sore thumb but in all the right ways.

Yoongi pressed his firm hand against his neck. Jimin stumbled back swallowing down nervously. His heart sped at a hundred.

"So fast." He murmured under his breath.

Jimin couldn't comprehend what he was saying. He was slowly getting used to the king randomly touching him.

However, he only ever touched the side of his neck and nothing else. It was never too hard or for an extensive period of time. It was brief and quick.

"Please. Have some rest. You look tired." He said letting go and walking to the couch.

Jimin nodded, "Is it okay if I turn off the light?" He asked.

"Sure. Whatever you need to do." He said. By now he was laying on the couch with a thin blanket covering the bottom half of his body.

His arms were extended and he was staring at the ceiling as Jimin turned off the light. He scurried into bed as quickly as he could getting under the thick blankets.

He wasn't cold or anything, but covering himself seemed to make him feel better. Like he was somehow protected. Having Yoongi sleeping a few feet in front of him was weird.

It was safe to say neither of them would sleep.