Stone Prince

Mist lightly sprayed the window of the room that Jimin and Jungkook were staying in. The main portion of the storm had passed awhile ago, but a few small showers intermittently appeared as the moon rose high in the sky. It was dark outside, but the glow of many large fires near the Laurel Castle could be seen from miles away. The battle had ended hours ago, with Jihoon's men capturing the castle. Most of the Laurel court was murdered or taken hostage, but those who did survive either took refuge in the town or went south to the Oak Castle. 

Jimin didn't notice the fires burning on the horizon however;

The only fire he noticed was the one burning in his lower stomach as a topless Jungkook kissed him passionately, following the last words he had uttered. 

"Let me show you how much I like you."

Jimin's mouth opened in surprise at hearing those words from the ravenette, but he wasn't complaining. Jungkook was his only form of refuge from the terrible things that had happened that day. The skin on skin contact and close proximity of their bodies made Jimin momentarily forget all the carnage from the battle. 

Jungkook's long fingers tugged at the waistband of the jeans he had just dressed Jimin in, carefully sliding them down Jimin's elegant legs. Jimin was breathing heavily by then, reaching out for the button on Jungkook's jeans as well. Jungkook looked into the gray-haired male's eyes and lightly pushed Jimin's hand away. 

"Hey now," Jungkook's voice was airy and light, capturing the same feeling that Jimin's heart felt, "I said I'd show you. You just lay back and relax..."

Jimin yielded to the younger's request, placing his hands on Jungkook's lower back and gently gliding them back and forth over smooth skin. Jungkook hands were glued to Jimin's legs, tracing their outline with his fingers as moved to sit in between them. The elder let out a gasp as the sensation of a light nail drifted over his ankle, then his calf, then his thigh...

"Jungkook," Jimin gasped as the younger's finger brushed the bottom of his boxers, "I-I want you to-"

"Make you feel good?"

"-know that I'm a virgin."

Jungkook paused his tracings and leaned over Jimin's upturned face. His lips parted in a loving smile and he brushed their noses together before slowly licking Jimin's lower lip. He pushed himself closer in between the gray-haired male's legs, which made the older's back arch at the sudden contact. 

Jimin watched as the ravenette lowered himself onto the elder's chest so that all of his weight was on Jimin. Jungkook's lips kissed their way up Jimin's jawline until he reached the other's ear. A sassy Jungkook parted his lips in a soft whine before he whispered something that made Jimin's legs tense up. 

"Guess...I'll just have to take that away from you, huh Jiminie?"

Jimin couldn't take the whole "you stay still and I'll show you" order at this point. He nodded vigorously, wrapping his strong legs around Jungkook's waist and his arms around Jungkook's neck, pulling the other in as close as he could. Jimin thick lips attacked Jungkook's, the younger letting out a surprised gasp at Jimin's display of control. Jimin pushed his tongue inside the younger's mouth and hummed when Jungkook shifted a bit on top of him. Jimin lifted his hands off of the ravenette's neck and quickly moved to unfasten the button on Jungkook's pants. 

Nimble hands undid the button and soon Jungkook was kicking off his pants, still leaning over Jimin's flushed body. Now, both males were once again in nothing but their underwear. 

"Such a preeeetttyyy body Jiminie," Jungkook cooed as he went back down on the other.  

Jimin gave a small yelp at pressure he felt below his waist and he smiled at the compliment he had just received. 

"Such a hooooootttttt body Jungkookie," Jimin whispered, still so overwhelmed by Jungkook's actions towards him. 

Jungkook half-laughed, half-growled as he brought their lips together again while moving his lower half against Jimin. Heavy breathing and small moans filled the room by then, and Jimin only hoped that no other guests could hear them. 

After a few minutes of this, Jungkook gave Jimin a look, asking permission to go farther. Jimin nodded, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. He had never felt so good in his entire life, and Jungkook hadn't even started.

Was this why people loved each other?

Jimin smiled at the thought. He had been questioning whether or not he had developed strong enough feelings for Jungkook to call it love, but...

He was definitely falling in love with the man in front of him.

Jungkook's next words snapped Jimin out of his thoughts, "This might hurt, my prince, but I'll promise to go slow."

"Okay, thank you Jungk--ooaahhhh," Jimin yelled at the unfamiliar pain that filled him up. 

However, after accustoming himself to everything that was Jungkook and finally realizing what it meant to love, Jimin was on cloud nine. Jungkook was being so sweet to him, so caring, and deep down Jimin still felt a bit guilty. He felt as if he was overloved, as if he didn't deserve everything Jungkook was doing for him. After both males hit their highs, Jimin didn't miss the shiny nature of Jungkook's eyes as the other male giggled and kissed him on the cheek. 

Both males flopped onto the bed, sweaty and filled with the endorphins of the wonderful trip they had both just been on. Jimin's cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen. Jungkook's hair was messy from Jimin's hands, scratch marks lacing up and down his stomach and chest. 

Jungkook turned on his side to stare into bright silver eyes that appeared very content. He brought his hand up to Jimin's face and ran the back of his hand down a reddish cheek. Jimin smiled at him and opened his lips to speak.

"So much for the clothes..." his bubbly laughter was music to Jungkook's ears, "but as for the food..." Jimin turned his head toward the forgotten tray of stew that the inn had provided them with. 

Jungkook sat up in the bed, reaching for his pants on the ground and pulling them on, "I'm starving- I could care less if it's cold..." he gave a shameless smirk to Jimin on the bed, "because I'm so hhhoootttttt, right?"

Jimin blushed, but didn't break eye contact, "Yes. And I'm so pppprreetttyyy."

Jungkook laughed, bringing them the tray. He tried to be positive despite the orange and red flames he could see out of the window, "And Taehyung's so....?"

"Captured?" Jimin guessed, a bit upset that Jungkook mentioned the blonde prince at a time like this.

"No, Jimin," Jungkook frowned as well, as if he had realized the poor timing of his joke, "I was going to say hhhaaandddssoommmeee..."

"Oh."

Jungkook brought the cold stew to his lips and tried to make the situation better, "It's alright Jimin. He's not dead, and we're getting him back tomorrow."

Jimin also shoveled scoops of the stew into his hungry mouth, not bothering to get dressed first, "Yeah. We'll get him back. But first I think we need to sleep. I'm exhausted..."

After they had both scarfed down their stews, Jungkook and Jimin washed up a bit and headed straight to bed. Snuggling right up against the ravenette, Jimin mumbled something to Jungkook right before he passed out in a deep sleep. 

"J-jungkkookiieee I think I'm faalliinngg in lovvvveeee..."

Jungkook smiled at the words and shut his eyes tight. 

Laurel Prince

Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. 

Don't try to come and save me!

He wants to kill you!

He wants to-

"LAUREL PRINCE, YOU HAVE A LITTLE TRIP TO TAKE." a booming voice wormed its way under Taehyung's groggy consciousness. 

The blonde was still curled tightly into a ball on the ground of the mini prison he was kept in after hours of painful convulsions that left him numb. Blood dribbled down his chin from biting his tongue during his spasming. His ankles were bruised from the metal clamps that dug into his skin. Every muscle in his body was aching from the episode and so was his heart. He knew that the the two princes were going to try to save him from this hell, and he knew that it would probably go wrong. 

Suddenly, two strong arms were pulling him to a sitting position; he blinked a few times but didn't resist. He had no energy to resist. His stomach had been empty since he left the Oak Castle. Before he was running on pure adrenaline, angry that Jihoon had stolen something that belonged to him. 

Now, he had pretty much given up. Lost hope. Jungkook was going to get hurt because of him. 

Beefy hands tinkered with the metal at his ankles and soon the cold clasps opened with a pop. Taehyung lazily turned his head up toward the guard that had released him and tried to push words out of his dry mouth. 

"Where a-are we-" Taehyung's whisper died down as his light body was hauled up onto a beefy shoulder. 

The guard carried Taehyung's weak body out of the cell and down a long, windowless hallway towards a tiled room. Every step the large man took, Taehyung groaned with the full-body pain he felt when bumping against the man's hard back. 

"I'd quiet down if I were you," the guard said in a low voice, "there are many northern guards in this place that don't know the Laurel Prince himself is here..." the guard paused, opening the door to the tiled room, "They would would just love to get their hands on you."

Taehyung shuddered under the man's beefy arm. He clamped one of his throbbing palms over his mouth and shut his eyes tight. The iron taste in his mouth sickened him, but he pushed through his disgust. He would not allow any more men to take advantage of him. Not again. 

"Okay. We're here," the guard set Taehyung down on the white tiles of the room and looked down at him, "I'm going to leave this room to get you food. Don't you dare think about leaving your spot here. There are much worse things behind the many doors of this building than you could ever imagine, Kim. I'm doing you a favor by telling you this."

And with that, the man left through the same door the two entered through. Taehyung adjusted his eyes to the bright room he was now in. It was much larger than the last, with three doors in total. The floor was tiled in dirty cream-colored squares that had tiny spider cracks in them. The walls were tiled as well, and there were several drains dotting the middle of the floor. Prince Kim turned his head around the room to see several shower heads protruding from the walls. They looked as if they hadn't been turned on in years. An alarming patch of black mold spread in one corner of the room, and there was broken glass lining the side of one wall. 

What was he doing in there?

Taehyung shivered in the cold air of the room as he sat there waiting. Heating wasn't on Jihoon's list of important things to deal with, Taehyung figured. He was rubbing at his puffy ankles when the door slammed open.

"Ahhh, it's the Laurel boy..." an unfamiliar voice floated into Taehyung's ears. The blonde turned his head to spot a two guards next to Jihoon entering the tile room. The guard from before was holding a food tray, and he seemed surprised to see the blonde still sitting there, "What do you have in mind for this one, boss?"

Taehyung tried to stand up on his two feet, but wobbled before he could even get halfway there. Jihoon laughed as Taehyung crumpled onto the floor, his legs folding underneath him. Taehyung scowled at the man who had put him through so much physical pain. 

"Ffuucck yyyy-" Taehyung pushed out through gritted teeth.

"'Fuck you' is that right?" Jihoon squatted down a couple feet away from Taehyung to match his eye level. He sighed, "And I thought you would learn from the last time...what a shame."

Jihoon motioned to the two guards who walked over to Taehyung's spot on the ground. Taehyung frowned up at them, too tired to care about getting hurt anymore. Surprisingly, they didn't hurt him-- the one holding the tray only dropped it on the tiled ground. A loud tinny crash sounded in the cold air, making Taehyung cringe. Most of the food carelessly slopped off the tray and onto the tile floor, but Taehyung didn't care. He was beyond famished and hungrily dug into what looked like porridge with his dirty hands. 

"Someone's desperate, hmmm? Well...that's good for me," Jihoon clapped his hands two times and the guards left the room. Jihoon stood in the corner, watching Taehyung carefully. 

Taehyung didn't know why Jihoon was creepily watching him eat, but Taehyung was so glad to just get food in his stomach that he didn't mind Jungkook's uncle staring over his shoulder. When the tray was scraped and licked clean, Taehyung finally allowed himself to breathe, putting his sore hands on the floor to support his weight. His head titled up to meet Jihoon's amused face and he clenched his jaw. 

"My my...you sure ate fast. It should be working soon I hope..." Jihoon's voice was like a worm crawling in Taehyung's ear. 

Taehyung tried to stand up again, taking his time to balance himself using every muscle in his body. The food had given him a fresh wave of energy and within a few seconds he was standing up, facing Jihoon with a slight waver in his posture. 

"What do you mean 'working soon'? Don't tell me Jungk-"

"No, no. It's far too early for Jungkook to be here. I expect him to come in a few hours," Jihoon paced agonizingly slow around Taehyung's battered body and smiled at the blonde, "I just wanted to get a little...well, information about his weaknesses before he decides to visit us." 

Taehyung took a shaky step towards Jihoon and reached his arm out to grab the man's black jacket. Jihoon easily dodged Taehyung's slowness and slapped the blonde's arm away. 

"You aren't getting shit from me. I'm telling you nothing," Taehyung grabbed his slapped arm and hugged it close to himself. 

Jihoon just smirked and tilted his head at Taehyung's irritated face, "Is that so? Well...the drugs will do it for you, I guess."

Taehyung froze at the word. Drugs?

Did he just eat...?

"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN MY FOOD!?" Taehyung yelled, spittle flying from his bloody lips.

The guards from outside the door rushed in when they heard the noise and immediately went to Jihoon's side. Jihoon cracked his neck and grinned at Taehyung. It looked as if he was waiting for a firework show to start at any second. 

The blonde stared him back, unwilling to give the evil man in front of him any information about the other two princes. After about 30 seconds of this, Taehyung's eyes started watering and his head felt a little heavy. He shook his head a bit, vision starting to blur only a little. Jihoon's smile grew under the haze of Taehyung's vision and the blonde only frowned more. 

He began to feel slightly disoriented, the porridge in his stomach not sitting right. His stomach began rolling and he thought he was going to throw up all over the tiled floor. 

Until the door opened. 

And Jungkook walked in. 

"JUNGKOOK!" Taehyung tried to run to the ravenette but failed, falling onto his knees halfway there. Jungkook turned to Taehyung in desperation and held out his hand forTaehyung to take. 

"Taehyung! My god, what did they do to you!? You look awful," Jungkook looked up to see the other three people in the room and scowled when he saw his uncle.

Taehyung took Jungkook's light hand in his and pulled himself off of the tiles, leaning in for a quick hug. Taehyung began whispering in Jungkook's ear. 

"We have to get out while he's in this room distracted like this. Quickly! Come on!" Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's hand, but the younger stayed put. 

"No I-," Jungkook said softly, looking down at his shoes, "I can't."

"No?" Taehyung was baffled, "What do you mean 'no'? Where's Jimin? Is he alright? Shouldn't he be guarding you?" 

Jungkook looked back at Taehyung, with tears in his eyes.

"Taehyung...

Jimin is dead."

Taehyung froze then, his heart squeezing with a sadness unparalleled to anything he felt before in his life. He collapsed in shock onto the cold tiles. 

"No...no NO NO NO NO!!!" Taehyung's hands raked at the tile underneath him, "JIMIN CAN'T BE DEAD! HE CAN'T BE!" Taehyung was crying by then, face red and tears streaming from his tired eyes, "W-wwhoo killed-"

"Him," Jungkook pointed to Jihoon, who was still smiling down at Taehyung. Jihoon wasn't even paying any attention to Jungkook.

Jungkook, his own nephew whom he wanted dead.

That was strange...

Jungkook walked slowly over to Taehyung and kneeled down, taking the older's tan cheeks in his hands.

"It'll be okay though, Taehyung. Because I have you," Jungkook bent down to kiss Taehyung's lips ever so lightly that the blonde could barely feel them. 

Taehyung's tears were raining from his eyes then, snot beginning to build up in his nose, "Jungkooookkkkk I- I... love you," his head dropped, staring at the sharp edges of the tile with a slew of so many intense emotions that he thought he was going to explode, "Don't leave me here! Why can't you leave here with me?!" 

His head still hanging, Taehyung waited for a response from the younger. When it didn't come after a few more seconds, Taehyung lifted his head up to see...

Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. 

No Jungkook, no sign that he was even there in the first place.

"Wha-wwhat is-" Taehyung looked around the room in a panic, "Jung--Jungkook? JUNGKOOK!?" his hands were shaking on the cold tiles.

Jihoon's laughter roared into the air then, bouncing off of the white tiles and into Taehyung's ears with painful vibrations. Taehyung's lips were trembling as he turned to face his worst nightmare. 

Jihoon glared into Taehyung's torn eyes with a triumphant expression painted on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. 

"Ah, so I see this Jimin is quite a powerful fighter if he was assigned to protect Jungkook..." Jihoon paced the room, his guards staring at Taehyung as if he was a rabid dog, "And...my goodness, I never expected my nephew to fall in love with another prince! This is fantastic, so pathetic! He's such a weakling..."

Taehyung's cheeks were still warm from Jungkook's touch and his eyes were pooling with tears of denial, pain, horror, and fear. So that Jungkook wasn't really there...

It was a hallucination?

So Jimin wasn't really dead?

He felt small relief at that, but still felt terribly guilty that he had just supplied Jihoon with his desired information. He dropped his head into his hands, feeling hopeless for the future. 

Please Jungkook...please don't come...

"Guards!" Jihoon's amused voice broke Taehyung out of his sad thoughts, "Take Mr. Kim back to his cell...in a few hours I'll let you know when we need him again."

Again?

The guards stormed over to the exhausted blonde on the tile floor and roughly grabbed him. They lifted him up to his feet and he was dragged all the way back to his room, eyes open but seeing nothing around him. Every now and then his mouth would leak out a small pained sob and one of the guards would hit him in response. 

But he didn't feel it. 

Taehyung couldn't feel any of it. 

All he felt was a cold pain in his heart for Jungkook and Jimin, who were yet to arrive that night to save him.  

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

WOAH

OKAY

SORRY

I hope you like the story.

P.S. I hate Jihoon.

Thanks for reading! :)