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Taehyung, as a personal royal guard, dared not slacken or delay for even a single minute when summoned by his master. Accepting the command, he led a squadron of his subordinate soldiers to follow out. They all hurried their pace, scattering to track down the mysterious man the Crown Prince desperately wanted.
Yes... Yoongi was the Crown Prince of the kingdom, and the current rightful owner of the Florian Black Rose.
Taehyung scanned the area intently, searching for the person the Crown Prince desired. He paid no mind to the astonished expressions of the townspeople, who were just beginning to start their morning routines. It was a rare sight to see soldiers patrolling the city limits like this... This meant something was definitely wrong, right? Relying on his sharp, eagle-like vision, Taehyung swept his eyes over every nook and cranny. However, the information he had was far too scarce. The other party hadn't been wearing anything distinctive. After searching the entire town, he returned empty-handed.
Taehyung felt a lingering sense of frustration, but he had done his absolute best. He could only hang his head and head back to accept his punishment from the Crown Prince.
Contrary to his expectations, the Crown Prince merely waved his hand dismissively, telling them to return to their usual duties. Meanwhile, he was fixing his attire to prepare for an audience with the Queen.
Yoongi caught his own reflection in the mirror. His eyes still couldn't entirely hide his irritation. Last night, despite the moonlight, he hadn't managed to get a clear look at the man's face. Trying to recall it now, it was already slipping away. In his memory, the only thing that remained was a faint, delicate scent entwined with the rich, heavy fragrance of the Florian Black Rose.
Yoongi moved his hand to button his inner shirt, turning over the few details he could actually remember. The person seemed to be just a young lad who hadn't quite crossed into adulthood yet. In his heart, Yoongi felt a deep pang of shame. But the deed was already done—what use was feeling guilty now? His thoughts drifted back to those slender legs, which, despite trembling uncontrollably, had still parted wide to let him drive deep into the innermost depths of his body, over and over again.
As a Crown Prince, even though the Queen had always strictly forbidden him from engaging in premature carnal pleasures, he was no naive boy. What he needed to know, he certainly knew. That young lad had never slept with anyone before; even his whimpered pleas for comfort had been agonizingly clumsy. That sweet voice, which still seemed to echo plaintively in his ears, left Yoongi deeply unsettled.
And then there was the Queen... How was he going to explain this to her?
"Mother," Yoongi said evenly as he stepped into the room, taking a seat across from her and sipping the tea a maid had poured for him.
"Why were you found unconscious in the greenhouse last night? And not only that, you..." The Queen had been born and raised in a noble family; naturally, she couldn't bring herself to utter vulgar, crude words. Instead, she cleared her throat to compose herself, using a cold, piercing gaze to pressure her son into speaking first.
"I..." Yoongi wasn't sure how to explain the situation to his mother either, so he remained silent.
"Well? When you were out in the open, sleeping with that person, you didn't seem to know shame. Have you suddenly discovered it now?" Driven by sheer anger, the Queen finally let slip some harsh words. She smoothed down her rising chest, taking a sip of tea to calm herself. "Yoongi, you are the Crown Prince. You are the face of the royal family. How could you do such a thing? Do your father and I no longer matter to you?"
"Please restrain your anger, Mother... I cannot clearly explain how it happened last night. All I know is that I intended to drive him away so he wouldn't touch that rose. But after that, I lost all control of myself." Yoongi knew well that he had crossed the line. If this had happened in his bedchamber, it might have been covered up. But since it happened in an open space like the greenhouse, keeping it a secret was nearly impossible.
"Him? You slept with God knows who, and it was a man?" The Queen could barely contain her rage. "From this moment on, you are forbidden from searching for that person ever again. And you are strictly banned from any carnal relations until you ascend the throne after your father."
In truth, the Queen's punishment was rather severe... It would have been fine if he had never tasted it before, but now that he had experienced it once, being forbidden from tasting it again was nothing short of cruel.
Yoongi had no choice but to bow his head and accept the command, forcing the bitterness in his throat back down. His heart still yearned to find that person, but now, it was completely out of the question.
Taehyung walked with steady steps straight back to his quarters, which were located quite a distance away from the other soldiers. Because he was the personal guard to the Crown Prince and had distinguished himself in service, his quarters were larger and much quieter than those of the regular soldiers within the palace grounds. Along the way, subordinate soldiers called out his name in greeting, and Taehyung acknowledged them all.
Reaching his quarters, he pushed the door open quietly, only for a thick palm to suddenly clamp around his wrist, violently yanking him inside.
Thud! The sound of the door shutting was somewhat loud, but before Taehyung could utter a single word, his thin lips were firmly smothered. Both of his wrists were pinned against the wooden door with considerable force. Taehyung parted his lips, allowing the intruder's tongue to sweep in and taste the inside of his mouth.
The quarters hadn't been lit yet, leaving them in pitch darkness. But the two of them were like oil and fire. The moment their lips parted, Taehyung's body was spun around and pressed flat against the door. His waistband and underwear were pulled down haphazardly before a smear of warm fluid was hastily applied between his thighs, quickly followed by something so large it felt as though it would tear him to pieces. Unable to bear it, Taehyung let out a hot, breathless gasp, and his neck was instantly bitten.
"Can't take it? I waited for you for so long, yet you didn't return. Can't you let me vent my frustration a little?" A deep, smooth voice murmured right next to his ear. The friction below grew rougher and more urgent, the sound of bare skin slapping together echoing rapidly in the quiet room. Taehyung tried to catch his breath, turning his head with great effort to glare at the man behind him.
"Did you miss me? Is that why you slipped away from the Queen's gaze just to wait for me in my room?" Taehyung challenged, entirely fearless. The smooth, luxurious fabric of the man's clothes chafed against his backside with every violent, rocking thrust. Yet it didn't hurt at all, because those fabrics were meticulously woven—the kind only members of the royal family were permitted to wear.
Taehyung’s head tilted back sharply as the young man behind him accelerated his pace, driving deep before releasing a warm torrent inside him. The young guard turned his face to receive a deep, breathless kiss from the other before collapsing against his frame, completely spent.
"Have you still not grown tired of playing the savage bandit, Seokjin?" Taehyung murmured in a soft complaint, though he tilted his face to nuzzle against Seokjin—the Prince of the kingdom, who also happened to be the older brother of the Crown Prince.
"I know you love it too. Come on, after waiting for you this long, I'm drenched in sweat. I'll have to take another bath." Taking a bath was likely secondary; the primary goal was surely the excitement inside the large wooden tub, Taehyung thought to himself before obediently following the other into the washroom.
After their playful indulgence had eased their longing, the two curled up together on Taehyung's firm bed.
"I feel so ashamed. Is this hard bed giving your back a rash? ...Ah, luckily, there are only my scratch marks." Seokjin caught Taehyung's hand, which was beginning to wander, and pulled him tightly against his chest, showering soft kisses from his temple down to his swollen red lips.
"I can only stay a little longer before I must leave," Seokjin murmured softly, running a hand over Taehyung's smooth shoulder—a stark contrast to the savage bandit persona he had assumed when Taehyung first arrived.
"Spoken like a true thief. Once you get what you want, you leave," Taehyung said, though not entirely seriously. If anyone else ever caught wind of these words, he likely wouldn't even be able to keep his head on his shoulders. Seokjin looked up and let out a soft laugh, pressing a firm kiss to the other's temple.
"It's not as if I want to rush off. You know that. Next time, make sure you come back quicker so I can dote on you longer."
They had been secretly seeing each other like this for a long time. Neither could clearly remember how it had started; they just woke up one day to find things had already become this way. Taehyung draped his arm over Seokjin's lean waist and lay still in silence for a while.
"Do you know about the Crown Prince's situation?" Seokjin nodded in affirmation. "Today, I couldn't find the person Prince Yoongi wanted. I feel so incredibly frustrated." Finishing his sentence, Taehyung looked up, resting his chin on Seokjin's bare chest—which still bore faint love bites—and gazed into his lover's eyes, looking utterly helpless.
"Can you comfort me?" Who would have guessed that the fierce, dignified Head of the Personal Guard could look so vulnerable and sweet within the walls of his own bedroom?
Seokjin let out a helpless, affectionate smile before rolling over to hover above him, indulging and pleasing his lover for a good while longer.
"Regarding Yoongi... Mother is absolutely furious. She's practically putting my younger brother under house arrest. It's quite pitiful, really." After finishing another round of comforting, Seokjin began to fix his clothes, preparing to sneak back to his own bedchamber. "Who could be as lucky as me? Sneaking out to tryst with my lover and still not getting caught."
Taehyung stood up to help Seokjin dress.
"Please be careful." The weight behind those words didn't need to be spoken aloud. If they were ever caught, there would be no mercy—only a fatal end.
"I know. You too." They shared a quiet, lingering parting kiss before Seokjin slipped away silently into the darkness, leaving Taehyung to sink back onto the bed, feeling a wave of loneliness wash over him.
He couldn't help but wonder if the day would ever come when they could love each other out in the open...