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Once upon a time in a magical kingdom known as Everland there lived a prince. Jungkook. He had the stars in his eyes, his skin soft as a peach, his heart sweet as honey. Jungkook was curious, friendly, and soft. He was well loved by his people and just a breath away from inheriting the throne.

But others were jealous. Of his beauty, of his kindness, of his charm. 

A witch was hired by a rivalling kingdom, to send Jungkook away and prevent him from becoming the new king. Jungkook was locked up in the last room of the tallest tower for so long that he lost count of the days. A fierce dragon guarded the dilapidated castle, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to escape its sharp claws and powerful fire if he tried. 

So he stayed and waited. Alone save for the occasional little bird. Waited and wished someone would come to save him. His prince. His dream come true. 

And one day, his dream did come true. Prince Jimin. Who was handsome, strong, and smart. He wielded his sword with unrivalled bravery and slayed the dragon before rescuing Jungkook. 

They rode back home on Jimin’s white horse. The sun setting behind them, the stars wishing them luck. With a single kiss, a true love kiss, they fell in love. 

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Namjoon walks quickly, keeping a tight grip on his umbrella to prevent it from flying away. Yoongi will no doubt make fun of him when he enters the office soaking wet and trembling. 

“What do you mean you’re gonna walk there and back? I'm your driver, it’s literally my job to drive you around, ” Yoongi had asked, exasperated when Namjoon shook his head and insisted on walking. “I hope you get mugged,” he’d mumbled while he held open the glass doors of the building for Namjoon.

Namjoon didn’t get mugged but his suit is definitely ruined because he’d slipped on a puddle and fallen back on his ass. He sighs, at least he managed to finally close the deal he'd been negotiating for the last four weeks. Hopefully, he’ll be able to go to bed early tonight. 

He is daydreaming about his bed, fantasizing about cuddling into his warm expensive blankets, when someone runs full force straight into him. Namjoon stumbles back, barely managing to keep his balance as the stranger throws himself against him.

“Oh thank goodness, a king!” The panicked man says relieved.

“What?” Namjoon asks, confused. The stranger lets go of Namjoon to cower behind him, barely peeking over Namjoon’s shoulder as he grips onto his back. 

“She wants to lock me up in a tower again!” The man exclaims, pointing at a policewoman that is jogging towards them.

“Again?” Namjoon frowns. It has stopped raining now so Namjoon lowers and closes his umbrella. “Look, is this some sort of performance? Because I’m sorry, I don’t have any spare change. And if you’re just a criminal then I don’t care, this wouldn’t be the first time I get stabbed. I have somewhere to be,” Namjoon grumbles, trying to shake the boy off of him but he is stubborn. He furiously shakes his head behind Namjoon and clings more desperately to him.

“No, no, I’m prince Jungkook from the Everland kingdom, Prince Jimin from the Wonderland kingdom rescued me a week ago from the tower, he defeated the dragon that the evil witch sent after me. But she put another spell on me and pushed me into the magic well and now I'm in your kingdom and I don't know how to get back! I'm sorry for the intrusion, your majesty, but please don’t let her get me again,” Jungkook talks fast, tears dampening his cheeks. He sounds truly terrified and desperate and, although Namjoon suspects he might be on drugs, when he looks back at Jungkook he can’t help but feel a strange strong need to protect him. 

“Hey!” The policewoman says, now a couple of steps away from them. 

Namjoon hesitates, and then Jungkook looks up with big teary pleading eyes and nothing but sincere honesty in them.

Namjoon sighs with a roll of his eyes and a whispered curse then smiles brightly at the annoyed officer.

“Good evening, officer,” he says cheerfully, then dramatically sighs with relief. “Thank you so much for watching out for my husband,” he shakes the woman’s hand enthusiastically and she looks at him surprised.

“You know him?” She asks and Namjoon nods. Then he leans in as if to prevent Jungkook from hearing. 

“I’m very sorry if he caused any problems, I’ll deal with any fines if you send them to my office.” The officer nods then looks back at Jungkook with a frown.

“Is he alright?” Namjoon looks back, Jungkook has the biggest smile on his face, swinging back and forth as he hums and looks at the pigeons cuddled on the ledge of a building.

“Yeaaah… sometimes things don’t work perfectly for him up here,” Namjoon taps his head and prays the office will let it go, he doesn’t want to have to come up with a more elaborate Iie.

“Oh,” she says, “I see. I’m sorry to hear that, Mr Kim.” 

Namjoon nods with a court smile and wraps his arm around Jungkook’s waist. 

“Well, if you’ll excuse us. I have to go get changed, we have a costume party to attend,” he smiles politely once more and starts pulling Jungkook to walk along with him. 

“You lied!” Jungkook whispers with a wide smile. 

“I did,” Namjoon nods.

“I’m already to be wed to prince Jimin!” he continues and Namjoon hums. They stop a block away from Namjoon’s office. Jungkook is pretty, Namjoon concludes as he looks at him carefully. He wears a huge elaborate wedding dress, wet from the rain, and torn at the hem, but he still looks beautiful in it. Jungkook looks around confused, before turning back to the elder and staring at him expectantly with wide, sparkling, and innocent eyes. He is so pretty. Would definitely fit the role of a prince. 

“Well good luck then. I have some paperwork to deal with,” Namjoon mumbles, looking down at his watch. He doesn’t really want to part with Jungkook but he is a really busy man. “I trust you can get home safely, I’ll stop a cab for you,” he says and stretches a hand for Jungkook to shake. The young prince looks at him, confused at first, then scared.

“N-no!” he exclaims, throwing himself at Namjoon again and wrapping his arms around his neck with a fierce grip. “You cannot leave me! T-there are monsters here! And I- I don’t- I don’t know how to get back home and I don’t have my royal knight with me, and-!” Jungkook is hyperventilating, spiralling deeper into panic with every ticking second and Namjoon is frankly a little overwhelmed. “Please, please, your Majesty, you have to help me! You- I need you,” Jungkook’s cheeks are covered in tears, he sobs between words and tightens his grip with a stubborn shake of his head. Namjoon’s hands are on his waist now, and he was about to push the agitated one away until his last statement. 

So maybe Yoongi was right. Maybe Namjoon is a little crazy and a little lonely because those three little words shouldn’t have made him feel the way they do. 

“I- alright, alright, calm down, you can come with me,” he says, still a little reluctant, a little taken aback by the fast pounding of his heart, “but you better not cause any more trouble for me. I have work to do.”

They arrive at Namjoon’s office building, and Jungkook couldn’t look more out of place if he tried. Yoongi gives Namjoon a strange and surprised look that the businessman promptly ignores as he walks past quickly. Jungkook clings to his arm the whole way, trembling and jumping at any new sound. His dress drags on the floor and makes it so it’s impossible not to notice them as they make their way to the elevators. Namjoon’s suit is still wet and he can feel the cold fabric press to the warm skin of his legs uncomfortably. 

This is terrible. He thinks once he succeeds in pushing Jungkook inside the tight space of the elevator and bunch up the dress to fit himself as well. Everyone is looking at them. They will all ask questions, perhaps not all will reach Namjoon's ears but he knows they’ll be there. He can almost already hear the curious hushed whispers as the metal doors close behind him. How is he going to explain any of this?

He drags Jungkook inside his clean and spacious office on the top floor of the building. The hem of his dress drags little bits of mud over the otherwise pristine floors as he takes everything in, from the beautiful sight of the city below to the little trinkets on Namjoon’s desk, with wonder. Somehow, they end up sitting on the couch. Well, Namjoon knows how, and Jungkook’s large dramatic tears play a very important role in that how. 

Seokjin, his secretary, doesn’t even mention the strange boy’s presence when he walks in. Bless him . Namjoon thinks as he takes the clipboard the other one offers and proceeds to silently sign through various pages.

“Who the hell is that?” Yoongi asks, entering right as Seokjin was about to leave. The elder stops at the door, surprised by Yoongi’s sudden appearance. Then he stays, curious too. 

Namjoon groans as he leans further back against the couch and closes his eyes. 

“It’s just Jungkook,” he answers vaguely. When he peeks one eye open to steal a glance at Yoongi he is staring back at him unimpressed. “He needed help. I’m helping him.”

Jungkook is sitting perfectly straight, a neutral but friendly expression on his face now. He bows his head in a form of greeting when Yoongi looks at him and offers him a small smile. 

“Pardon my intrusion,” he apologizes while Yoongi continues to stare at him blankly and Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t mean to cause any commotion in your majesty’s kingdom. I understand my presence might not have been foreseen but I promise I did not come here with malicious intentions. You see, I am prince Jungkook from-” Namjoon interrupts his speech with the raise of his hand. 

“What?” Yoongi asks, looking baffled and with Seokjin mirroring his expression behind him. 

“He needed help. Let’s leave it at that,” Namjoon says, getting up from the couch and stretching.

“Your suit is ruined,” Yoongi says with amusement, momentarily forgetting about the stranger in favour of making fun of his friend. 

“Alright, get out of my office, I have work to do,” Namjoon ushers the pair out with a roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand.

“I’m driving you home at 11, you have no saying on it, you need to sleep,” Yoongi says, preventing Namjoon from closing the door with a firm hand. Namjoon nods, grumbling under his breath about deadlines. Yoongi nods, satisfied. “If you’re not in the lobby by 11:15 I’m coming up here to drag you by the ear. And, good luck with… whatever is happening here.” Yoongi finally steps away and Namjoon closes the door with a sigh. He presses his forehead to it and allows himself to relax for a moment. 

“Was that your knight?” Jungkook asks excitedly. “Mine is named Taehyung. He’s also always all up in my business,” he giggles and Namjoon finds himself smiling. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, it’s easier than to try and explain anything to the confused boy on his couch. If Jungkook wants Yoongi to be his knight then that’s exactly what Yoongi is. 

“Your maid is pretty. Quiet. I used to wish mine was sometimes. Before he had to leave Hobi would talk even in his sleep,” he continues and Namjoon imagines he is implying Seokjin to be his maid. Sure.

Jungkook keeps talking. He tells Namjoon all about his castle and his friends. He tells him about his time locked up in the tower and Namjoon does feel a tug on his heart as the sweet prince talks about how much of a lonely and miserable time that had been for him. He listens and hums or nods along while he sorts through his paperwork, sends emails, and writes his name in a handful of contracts. 

The CEO would usually have a hard time focusing on his work with someone else even sitting in the room with him. But he doesn’t mind Jungkook’s company. He doesn’t mind his enthusiastic babbling and enamoured descriptions of the enchanted forest he apparently grew up exploring. He still gets his work done even with Jungkook’s words taking more than half his mind. 

At exactly 10:45 pm he closes all of his open tabs and shuts his computer off. 

“And he came for me on his white horse, Destiny, and slayed the dragon with his sword. My parents never let me handle a sword but Jimin did it so expertly and I could tell he trained hard to get so skilled,” Jungkook says. He is standing by one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, giggling every time he looks down and bracing himself with his hands on the glass.

“Mhm?” Namjoon responds distractedly, putting away into his briefcase the files he needs to take home to continue working on for tomorrow. 

“Yes! He is so strong. I held onto him while we rode back to my castle in the sunset. Ah, it was magical.”

“Sounds magical,” Namjoon says with a hand at the base of Jungkook’s back, guiding him to the door. 

“It was! I love him so much.”

“Mhm?” Namjoon says, turning off the light in his office and mentally preparing himself for the grand task of getting Jungkook’s unnecessarily huge dress to fit in the elevator again. “Wait, you love him?” He asks with a handful of dress and the elevator doors barely closing behind him. He stands facing Jungkook, and the prince nods enthusiastically. 

“I do! I love him.”

“Didn’t you meet him a week ago?”

“Yes, when he rescued me! And oh, the agony of having to wait to marry him was unbearable!” The doors open and Namjoon stumbles back. He takes one of Jungkook’s hands in his and guides him out the door.

“You can’t marry him!” Namjoon says. Yoongi already has his car parked up front so he opens the door for Jungkook and helps him in.

“Why not?” he asks with a large pout.

“Well, because you just met him. That’s insane!” Namjoon explains, managing to squeeze himself into the back seat with the prince and let Yoongi close the door after him.

“But I love him!” Jungkook argues and Namjoon notices how close he seems to crying again. So he takes a deep breath and talks more gently.

“How do you know that?” 

“We kissed! He is my prince, we should be together.”

Namjoon lets a frustrated sigh and Yoongi starts the car.

“Are we dropping him off somewhere or is he going home with you?” He asks, pulling out into the street.

“He’s coming with me,” Namjoon says and Yoongi doesn’t question it. 

The elevator struggle repeats itself once more. Because Namjoon’s apartment is a penthouse on the last floor and taking the stairs would take way too long. He has the vague vision of having to carry a pouty prince up the last couple of floors and his tired arms protest at the mere idea, so the elevator it is. 

“Alright, that dress needs to go,” Namjoon declares with an exhausted groan once they’re inside his home. He takes off his shoes at the door and as Jungkook curiously makes his way further into the house he realises the prince has been barefoot the whole time. “And where are your shoes?” He asks, scandalised, and Jungkook turns to him.

“Huh? Oh, I didn’t have them on yet when the witch pushed me into the well.”

“How did that happen, by the way?” Namjoon asks because at this point, what else can he do but embrace the situation he more or less willingly put himself in? 

“Oh! Well, she didn’t look like a witch, of course, they never do. And I’d been away from the kingdom for so long that I believed she was being truthful about her identity. She said she wanted to give me my wedding gift, and told me I’d get a wish from her enchanted well. But as I was casting my wish she pushed me inside! I fell for a long time until I wound up here, in your strange kingdom with no idea how to go back. I can’t even see the stars from here, so I have not a clue of how far I am from my home!” Jungkook laments, staring out the window into the night sky, perched on one of Namjoon’s plush sofas.

“Sure,” Namjoon nods. He’s been the one to ask but Jungkook’s nonsense story still leaves him speechless. “Anyways make yourself at home, I have some work to do,” he walks to his office and opens the door. Jungkook follows close behind.

“More work?” The prince asks, shocked. “Haven’t you worked all day already? Didn’t your knight say to sleep?” 

“I- I mean, I have a lot of things to tend to,” Namjoon responds confused. Jungkook seems horrified by the idea.

“While in your private chambers? Can’t those things wait until tomorrow?” 

“Jungkook, just…” Namjoon really doesn’t need this. He has contracts to revise and deals to renegotiate. Sure it can wait until tomorrow but why would he leave it until then?

“No,” he says finally and Jungkook gapes. Then an idea seems to pop into his head and he gasps.

“Are you in war?” he asks in a hushed whisper. 

“What? War?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook nods. “Sure, yes. We are.” Namjoon agrees finally. Might as well be, a neverending economic war. 

“Oh! I see,” Jungkook nods. “The matters must be of utmost importance then. I’ll leave you to them. But before that… would you mind showing me to my room?”

Namjoon only has one bedroom, and while yeah, the bed is big, he isn’t sure Jungkook will be comfortable with sharing, seen as he is about to be wed and all. But Jungkook shakes his head.

“I appreciate your hospitality and I understand my visit was unannounced. I can share,” he smiles and truly Namjoon’s heart has no business beating as fast as it is. He gives the prince a pair of pj’s to change into and explains to him how to work the shower. Jungkook is eager to learn, declaring his passion for magic with a tad too much excitement for the mundane task. 

Namjoon can hear him singing even from his office. It’s sweet, beautiful, and melodic. Jungkook sings loud without a care in the world and Namjoon is embarrassed about how much he enjoys the tune. 

By the time Namjoon finally decides he’s worked enough, mostly because he can hardly keep his eyes open and the light from the computer is borderline blinding, Jungkook is long asleep. He gets to his bedroom and has to take a moment to breathe when his eyes land on the precious boy sleeping on his bed. Jungkook sleeps like a prince. Stunning, messy in the prettiest way. Like everything has been perfectly placed, from the fluff of his hair to the blankets that fail to cover one of his feet. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

Namjoon hasn’t given himself the time to find love in a long time. Work became his priority, and up to this point, when he bitterly realises Jungkook isn’t here to stay, that he isn’t his, he had thought it was all he needed. 

He changes into his pj’s and goes to bed. He doesn't let his mind focus too much on the warmth of Jungkook’s body on the opposite edge of the bed, or on the occasional soft snore that slips past his lips, or even on the mumbled gibberish he says when Namjoon scoots a tiny bit closer. He ignores all of it and goes to bed because he’s got a busy day of work tomorrow. 

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A week passes, uneventful except for the fact that Namjoon is falling, and he is falling hard and fast. Every day he turns his computer off and gets in his car at exactly 11:00 pm, not a minute later because he knows Jungkook is waiting for him back home. Even if most nights he will continue to work in his home office or on the couch, he does so with the loving company of Jungkook, who tells him all about his day and his plans for tomorrow. Namjoon listens with a smile, his mind a little less worried about deals and deadlines than it used to be. 

The next week he starts leaving an hour earlier, and Yoongi keeps his teasing to himself because he doesn’t want to ruin Namjoon’s streak of healthy separation between work and life. Even if Namjoon is still joining Jungkook in bed later than Yoongi probably thinks he is. But while that used to be the case on most nights, it’s become the case on some nights now. Jungkook’s pretty pout, pretty yawns, and pretty sleepy eyes are stronger than the evergrowing inbox of important messages on his e-mail.

Namjoon stops working on weekends and his lunch breaks start getting longer because Jungkook is eager to learn and he is happy to teach. He takes him to art and history museums, sightseeing, and dinning. He takes him to every park he knows and to the Han River. Jungkook takes everything in with excited eyes and a huge smile. 

Sometimes Jungkook stays home and watches dramas, paints on Namjoon’s walls or helps the housekeeper clean while chatting happily. Other times he goes with Namjoon to the office, when he wakes up early and clingy and he refuses to let Namjoon out the door if he is not going too. Namjoon lets him because Jungkook is too cute to deny him anything. He convinces himself he likes bringing him along not because he likes looking at him but because he is concerned he will be bored while he’s home alone. 

Jungkook likes talking to Seokjin, they chit-chat and gossip and giggle, and Namjoon is suspicious they’re talking about him no matter how much they deny it. Jungkook helps Seokjin organise and decorate things, he answers the phone to say they’re busy and he cutely brings Namjoon anything he needs to sign or revise. 

Jungkook also likes not talking to Jin. He likes being with Namjoon and when they keep the door closed. He likes watching him work in silence and likes debating things with him. Life, magic,… love.

“What do you mean you’ve kissed lots of people before?”

“First of all, I didn’t say lots, I said a couple,” Namjoon laughs with a shake of his head. “And yeah, it’s not that big of a deal, I gave my first kiss when I was twelve. It was terrible.”

“But were any of them your true love’s kiss?” Jungkook asks curiously, a tint of hope in his voice. As much as the prince tries to convince himself the pain in his heart is because he misses Jimin, he isn’t so sure anymore. Namjoon shrugs.

“I mean, some definitely felt like it at the time.”

Namjoon takes Jungkook on dates that aren’t dates and thinks about kissing him way too often. 

It’s a month into their odd non-relationship, in which they share a bed, and a home, and Jungkook still wears Namjoon’s shirts to bed despite his growing wardrobe, but haven’t kissed or admitted their feeling for each other, that things change. 

It’s 9:00 pm. Namjoon is walking home because he sent Yoongi away earlier in favour of stopping by Jungkook’s favourite coffee shop and getting some hot chocolate and a piece of warm bread as a surprise. It’s a Friday so he couldn’t be bothered to stay any longer at the office instead of cuddled up at home on the couch under soft blankets watching romantic comedies with his favourite person. 

If Namjoon were a meaner, more selfish man he would’ve walked right past. Wouldn’t even have spared the scene a second glance. But here’s the thing: Namjoon isn’t mean or selfish. But also… the man with the sword is stunningly attractive. 

“Jimin!” he calls out and the blonde turns in his direction, surprised and confused. He is currently standing in the middle of the street, holding up his sword in front of the car of a poor bewildered woman that doesn’t know what else to do but honk at him. “I know where Jungkook is,” he says and this is enough to get the other one away from the cars. He runs up to Namjoon and where Jungkook confused him for a king Jimin…

“Who are you? A henchman of the witch, I presume,” he holds the tip of his sword to Namjoon’s neck with a cold expression, daring him to move. Jungkook had more than a couple of times described how great and captivating Jimin looked brandishing his sword. Namjoon would add hot and sexy to that list as well. 

“I’m not-” he starts exasperated, then takes a deep breath and starts over. “The prince is safe, I’m helping him hide from the witch.”

Jimin’s gaze is still suspicious, careful. With every second Namjoon thinks he might be getting more and more gorgeous.

This is terrible.

Jimin decides to believe him and follows Namjoon all the way to the door of his apartment. Where Jungkook was scared of everything new and hiding behind Namjoon for protection, Jimin wants to fight and stands protectively in front of him. He makes Jimin hold the drinks and snacks while he unlocks the door. And as soon as it opens he is greeted by the expected weight of Jungkook jumping into his arms among giggles. 

“You’re home early!” he exclaims and Namjoon almost has to peel the prince off of him. 

“I did! and I brought more than one surprise with me,” he says and Jungkook finally let's go out of curiosity. He gasps loudly once his eyes land on Jimin, and before either of them can say anything he is crying. Jimin hands Namjoon his food back and opens his arms in greeting. Jungkook runs to him, all dramatic sobs and blotchy cheeks. 

Jimin holds him tight, fighting back his own tears. “I missed you so much,” he says, pressing kisses anywhere he can. Namjoon would be lying if he said the reunion didn’t warm his heart and gripped at it at the same time. He guides the lovers further inside so that he can close the door, then goes to the kitchen to leave the food on the counter while Jimin showers Jungkook with all kinds of whispered sweet words. 

Pretty, pretty. But it's bittersweet and has Namjoon’s eyes tearing up for a different reason than them. 

Namjoon is giving them a moment, he plates his piece of bread and reheats the hot chocolate he’d gotten for them. He’s got one hand holding the mug of hot liquid, leaning forwards against the counter. How does one tell their fairy tale prince that they don’t want them to leave with their true love? 

Namjoon sighs, takes a sip and then is startled out of his thoughts when Jimin’s arms make their way around his waist in a back hug. He can tell it’s Jimin, the fancy long-sleeved shirt makes it obvious but his grip is also stronger, firmer than Jungkook’s. Namjoon sets his mug down, confused by the affection. 

“Thank you for protecting our Jungkookie,” Jimin mumbles before stepping back and hurrying to join Jungkook on the couch so he can show him the magic box, which is, of course, just the tv. Namjoon stands there, stunned and speechless. 

Our?

Our.

He splits the rest of the chocolate into two mugs and adds extra marshmallows to them before heading for the living room with unsure steps and a pensive expression. Our.

He finds the pair cuddled up on the couch, completely entranced by a random drama on the tv. Jungkook is wearing one of his shirts, and Jimin is holding him so close it’s like he wants them to merge together. He hands them each a cup and decides to settle in bed to try and wrap his head around everything that has happened today. 

Namjoon doesn’t consider Jimin might also not know how to return or have a place to sleep tonight. Not until the two princes are standing at the foot of his bed with pleading eyes. 

“Could you let him stay too, your majesty?” Jungkook asks and Namjoon lowers the sudoku magazine he’d been solving. He’s told Jungkook countless times that he isn’t a king but the younger one refuses to believe him. How come he lives such an elegant, comfortable, and busy life? Must be a king. 

“Stay?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook nods. He sits up, glances at the bed and then back at the pair. Suddenly Jimin breaks down into tears and rushes to kneel by the side of the bed. He takes Namjoon’s hands in his, gently, begging. 

“Please your majesty. I’m deeply ashamed of my actions earlier I should not have threatened you with my sword. I was just so worried and in my ignorance, I failed to consider you could be a saviour to my lover. This has just been a terrible misunderstanding, but in your kingdom, I will fight to defend you with my life and if necessary I can-”

“Woah, woah, calm down, it’s alright,” Namjoon interrupts him quickly because Jimin is getting more agitated by the second and he suspects if he keeps letting him go on crying Jungkook will start sobbing too. “I forgive you. You can stay,” he gets up off the bed and after some more reassuring Jimin finally lets go of his hands. Namjoon lends him something to wear for the night and gathers a couple of blankets and one of his pillows in his arms. 

Jungkook sits on the bed, bouncing lightly as he hums, waiting for Jimin to change and join him. Then they settle under the covers with happy giggles and content smiles. Namjoon turns the lights off to head to the couch but Jungkook speaks up to stop him. 

“You’re not sleeping yet?” he asks with a pout.

“I am,” Namjoon nods, Jungkook is as worried about his sleep schedule as Yoongi can be. 

“Then, where are you going?”

“The couch?”

“Why? You don’t- you don’t want to sleep with me tonight?” He can hear the way Jungkook’s voice trembles and not for the first time he wonders if the prince purposefully uses his tears to his advantage. 

“I- well, I thought you’d want to sleep with Jimin?”

“I do. But I also want to sleep with you,” Jungkook stretches a hand towards him and again, Namjoon can’t deny him anything. So with a tired sigh, he puts his pillow back on the bed and lays down under the covers next to Jungkook. “You’re too far,” the prince complains and moves closer until he is pressed up to Namjoon’s side, as close as he can go without being technically on top of him.

“Thank you,” Jimin whispers and then yawns, Namjoon hums confused. “For making him happy,” he finishes, cuddling more into his lover with an arm around his waist. Jungkook mumbles something unintelligible, as he tends to do when he is more asleep than awake but still wants to contribute to the conversation. Namjoon smiles, deciding it’s alright to pretend sometimes. 

Pretend his bed is always this warm.

Pretend he’s got love to spare. 

Namjoon takes the princes for ice cream the next day, he’d already promised Jungkook they’ll be going to his favourite shop and now the younger just wants to show Jimin every wonderful thing Namjoon has shown him. It’s peaceful for the most part, Jungkook shows Jimin things like stop lights, cellphones, and lamp posts. He talks to him about the weather here and what the buildings surrounding the park might hold. Jimin listens and nods and Namjoon is happy to have taken the sword from him because his reflexes urge him to grab it every time he is even just slightly startled. 

The day is nice today, clear and warm. The ice cream is tasty even as it melts and drips from Jungkook’s cone. Namjoon helps him with a napkin and Jimin asks something that’s been on his mind since last night.

“Have you kissed?”

“N-no!” Namjoon sputters nervously but Jimin doesn’t look or sound angry. Just curious.

“Why not? You could be his true love!” Jimin says, appalled. He looks just about ready to hold their faces and make them kiss. 

“I thought you were his true love? Weren’t you guys about to get married?” Namjoon asks, taking a step back from Jungkook. Jimin nods.

“We are. But love is not something finite, your majesty. It exists and spreads and distributes in all kinds of mysterious ways! We should kiss!” 

Namjoon is only slightly scandalized by the fact that now Jimin is part of this kiss trial too. He shakes his head and they’re on their way again. 

It’s not the only time kissing comes up though. The rest of the week, when Namjoon gets home Jimin is waiting for him with his lips puckered up. Namjoon walks past him every time and Jungkook giggles at the sight. 

“Kiss me,” Jimin demands one night. Namjoon might have given in already and smooched the hell out of Jimin’s plump lips if he didn’t know the action was such a big deal for them. 

“No,” he says instead, turning the page of the book he is attempting to read. 

“Why not?” Jimin pouts, and Namjoon stays quiet. “Kiss him then!” he points at Jungkook, who blushes bright and surprised and gorgeous. 

“No,” Namjoon repeats. 

“Why not?” Jimin stomps his foot and Namjoon is under the impression both fairytale princes hadn’t been denied anything much before. 

“I’m not going to kiss you. I know how important it is to you, Jimin, but I don’t even know you!”

“You know me! You just said it! I’m Jimin!” Namjoon sighs. How will he survive this?

That’s at the beginning of the week, by the next weekend Namjoon is starting to understand why Jungkook was so ready to marry in just a week of meeting him. Jimin cooks, warm delicious meals always waiting for Namjoon to join them for dinner. Jimin smiles and talks and cheerfully tells Namjoon about his adventures any time he remembers one. Namjoon has to admit it is pretty hot to hear the shorter man narrate how he’s defeated trolls, monsters, witches, and dragons, but also helped countless misunderstood and helpless creatures. Jungkook is cute and sweet and Jimin is hot and brave. And they're both so, so pretty .

Namjoon has a hard time holding back from the kissing whenever he sees them, together or otherwise. He wants them both and that much is understandable, but he isn’t sure it’s possible. He struggles with those thoughts especially when he gets home late, by the time the dinner is cold and the lights are already off. He doesn’t have time for love. Work is more important. He needs to work to keep his mind off of other things that would otherwise plague his mind and-

Namjoon remembers, while he is standing in the dark kitchen with a microwave reheated plate of dinner, that the whole reason he started letting work take over his life was just to distract himself from the coldness of his apartment, the loneliness of his life. Does he really still need the distraction now?

Looking over Jimin and Jungkook cuddled up in his bed, he isn’t sure he does. 

—

Namjoon thought he could leave them home alone. Jungkook had been alone more than once and now with Jimin here they’d also distracted themselves well enough until the end of the day. But today is different. 

Namjoon is working in his office, wishing the day would be over already when Yoongi bursts through the door. 

“There’s a police officer looking for you. And your boyfriend is crying,” he says and Namjoon can tell he is worried. So he follows Yoongi to the elevator, assuming Seokjin will get word of where he is when he returns from his lunch break. He doesn’t correct Yoongi on the boyfriend thing, lets it slide because it gives him a giddy feeling on his stomach that he immensely enjoys. Then he finally understands what Yoongi was such in a rush for and the nervousness grows, his heart pounds in his chest, and his hands shake. Why is Jungkook here? Why is he crying? And why is he with a police officer?

The elevator doors open and Yoongi takes him to a meeting room, where he finds Jungkook crying his eyes out, Jimin holding him protectively and a police officer standing over them looking confused. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook sobs, reaching out for him with pleading eyes. Namjoon walks over, takes Jungkook’s hand and cleans his cheeks with a tissue before handing him the box and directing his attention to the officer. 

“What seems to be the problem?” He asks, still agitated from the tearful commotion. The man shakes his head.

“There’s no problem, they were just lost. I escorted them to the building and wanted to be sure they were in good hands.” Namjoon nods, thanks him and with that, the officer makes his way out. 

“Jungkook?” he says gently to get his attention and crouches to see his face more properly. “What’s wrong?”

Jungkook shakes his head, another upset sob wrecking through his body. 

“Okay, okay, it’s alright,” Namjoon soothes, letting Jungkook pull him on the couch and hug him. “What happened?” He asks Jimin instead, who looks a bit more held together. Jimin bites his lip then takes a shaky breath. 

"We were just watching the box. And just as the main actors of the play were about to kiss the whole thing changed! There were colours and swirls and it felt like it went on forever and then there was Taehyung!"

"Taehyung?" Namjoon asks, racking his brain for a second to remember why the name is familiar. "Jungkook's knight?"

"Yes. It was a message, a magic emergency announcement for us because… because Jungkook's father just passed away," Jimin says, voice going softer. Jungkook sobs at the reminder of the news and Namjoon holds him a little tighter.

"Oh. Oh no, baby, I'm sorry," he whispers, heartbroken. Then presses the gentlest of kisses to Jungkook's head. "But who's the king now? If you're both here?"

Jimin shakes his head and shrugs. "That's part of the emergency. If we don't return soon the dark king of the shadows might try to step in and take over our territory. I suspect he is the one who hired the witch who sent Jungkook here, I'd been following his trail before I also ended up being shoved in the enchanted well."

Jimin looks tired, worn out by stress and worry for his lover and their kingdom. Namjoon opens his arm as a tentative invitation, unsure if Jimin will be open to physical contact. Of course, Jimin eagerly is. He quickly moves to sit on Namjoon's other side and presses himself as close as possible. 

"You need to leave then," Namjoon says, trying not to get too choked up about it. Jungkook shakes his head.

"No," he mumbles. "I don't want to leave you," he cries and Namjoon shushes him gently.

"It's okay," he says, running his hand through Jungkook's soft hair. "It's okay," but he also doesn't want them to leave him. "We'll fix this."

There’s a moment of silence, as the three of them try to settle their frantically beating hearts to come up with solutions. Namjoon bites his lip, a deep frown on his face as he thinks.

"Oh. Jimin? What's going on here?" Seokjin asks from the door, looking surprised. Jimin lifts his head from where he was leaning against Namjoon's shoulder and gasps. 

"Hyung! What are you doing here?" He sits up a little straighter but otherwise makes no attempt to move from his current cuddled-up position with Namjoon's arm securely around his waist.

"Just- this is where I came with Hoseok," he says and Jungkook dries his tears with the back of his hand and also looks up at the familiar name.

"Hobi?" he asks and Hoseok, who Namjoon knew to be Seokjin's husband rushes inside the room from where he was peeking curiously behind the door.

"Oh, my prince," he coos, taking a tissue and drying Jungkook's messy face in a skilled and delicate manner.

"Seriously Joon-ah, you're a magnet for citizens of the fairytale world it seems. I go have lunch with my husband once and you have two royal princes on your lap by the time I'm back!" Seokjin teases and Namjoon flushes an embarrassed shade of red. 

They explain the situation to the new pair and Namjoon finally understands why Seokjin found Jungkook more amusing than strange throughout their conversations. He learns that Seokjin used to be Jimin’s maid, and Hoseok Jungkook’s. They came here accidentally once, then kept coming back until they finally decided to stay, liking their lifestyle here better than in the fairytale world. He doesn’t really get it, how can real life be better than a fantasy world? Although perhaps that’s it, reality is simply the other way around for them. This is their fairytale world.

Jungkook keeps sniffing while Hoseok tries his best to keep his face clean. Seokjin pets Jimin’s hair comfortingly. Namjoon silently keeps note of the way the elder’s fingers comb through the blonde locks, and he stores that information in the back of his mind for later use. 

“You need to go back,” Seokjin concludes for them and Jimin nods. 

“We don’t know how,” Jungkook whimpers.

“Do you, hyung?” Namjoon asks, noting the way Seokjin gapes astonished, then his expression shifts and Namjoon gulps nervously at the teasing smile directed right at him. 

“The easy, fast way?” He smiles and the three of them nod. “True love’s kiss,” he says with a shrug like it should’ve been obvious.

“But, we’ve kissed! Since we’ve found each other,” Jungkook stammers defensively, Jimin pecks him lightly just to prove his point when nothing happens. Seokjin shakes his head, points an accusatory finger at Namjoon and smiles.

“You have to kiss them,” he says.

“Kiss them?!” Namjoon almost chokes. Jimin doesn’t hesitate, quickly scrambling to properly climb on Namjoon’s lap and holding his face in his hands, he’s been waiting for this.

“Pucker up, your highness,” he smiles, squeezing Namjoon’s cheeks together. 

“What?” Namjoon mumbles, eyes wide. 

“And think about taking them home! Otherwise, it won't work, you’ll just be giving him a normal kiss,” Hoseok quickly adds. Jimin nods once, confident. 

“ Their home, Joon-ah, the fairy world, not your house,” Seokjin explains. Namjoon tries his best. 

They close their eyes, the elder’s face burning with the embarrassment of being watched. The kiss itself is short and sweet. Namjoon grips Jimin’s hips to keep him steady and desperately attempts to focus on taking him home and not the softness of his skin. And then, suddenly, Jimin is gone. He disappears into thin air with a puff and the twinkling of iridescent sparkles. 

“Did- did it work?” Namjoon asks a little out of breath, slightly in a panic with the worry that he might’ve done something wrong.

“It did,” Seokjin nods with a smile. “Love is a powerful magic if you know how to use it.”

Namjoon is still a little confused and Jungkook leans closer to him, all red cheeks and watery eyes. 

“Have fun! I’ll tell Yoongi he’s in charge now!” Seokjin laughs right as Jungkook and Namjoon’s lips meet. The elder makes a sound of confusion, leaning back just slightly but Jungkook chases after him. He feels a little dizzy, the world spins. 

“But he-,” Namjoon starts to protest and then Jungkook is kissing him again and a bright white light completely blinds him. 

—

Namjoon lands on his ass on hard dirt with Jungkook on his lap. He winces and the younger one is quickly scrambling off of him with a gasp. 

“We’re back! We’re here!” He exclaims, high-pitched and delighted. Running to hug Jimin, who stands waiting nearby against a tree.

The sun is perfectly warm against Namjoon’s skin, the breeze fresh. He takes a look around, at the sky, at the forest that stretches on either side of the road they’ve appeared in. It’s all beautiful, all perfectly placed in the most stunning way. The trees are green, the birds are colourful, and the sky is clear and blue. It does feel magical, straight out of a fairytale, which he supposes this world is. 

“Come on, future husband, we need to hurry,” Jimin says with a wide pretty smile. Pretty. He isn’t wearing the clothes he was back in the office. Instead, he is now clad in a silver, shiny but obviously heavily worn armour. Namjoon takes the hand Jimin offers him but doesn’t attempt to stand up before turning to look at Jungkook. The younger also smiles at him, his nose is still red, and his cheeks are still damp but he looks calmer now. Jungkook is also wearing armour, but his is far more adorned and less damaged than Jimin’s. Namjoon looks down at himself as he finally gets back on his feet. He is also wearing armour. It feels stiff and his movements are janky, the metal loudly clanking as he tries moving around a bit. 

“This is weird,” he says and Jimin giggles. 

“You look hot,” he smiles, taking his hand again and pulling him forward. “But we really need to get to the castle.”

They walk down the road hand in hand. Jungkook is a blushy pretty mess when Jimin reaches out and takes his hand too. The walk is long and tiring but somehow Namjoon isn’t sweating, and the armour doesn’t feel any heavier despite his tiring limbs. Magic, he supposes. He’ll have to get used to that.

They stop at a tavern first, to get some insight into the state of the kingdom before reaching the castle. The space is small but packed with people, and the atmosphere is friendly, with a small band playing in a corner and the light from the sun outside shining through the colourful glass of the windows. They are greeted with surprised gasps and thrilled cheers once the princes step inside after Namjoon. The patrons welcome the three of them warmly and hand them each a large cup of mysteriously blue and purple swirling liquid that Jungkook and Jimin don’t hesitate to drink. Namjoon doesn’t let himself get too hung up on the details and oddness of the place and gulps down the drink after them. 

There are a lot of questions being thrown around, that Jungkook and Jimin answer expertly and with little detail. 

Where have you been? In a different kingdom, we were tricked.

Are you still celebrating the wedding? Yes.

Who is this man? Our true love.

Namjoon stays quiet, he’s had to deal with the media plenty before, and knows it’s better to say nothing than too much. He still smiles at the shy compliment of a woman, laughs at the joke of a man, and asks the bartender for a refill. 

The situation isn’t too dire. The passing of the old king was imminent, preparations had started taking place long before his death so the kingdom is still stable now despite its lack of a ruler, the queen having passed while Jungkook was still a child. But the dark king lurks in the shadows, people have seen him plotting something that can’t be good. Jungkook nods as he listens, looking far more serious and confident than Namjoon had seen him back in his reality. He gives order to the townspeople gathered around him to spread the word of his return, and Jimin tells them to stay watchful for the enemy soldiers that could be hiding in the dark corners. Namjoon falls a little more for both of them. 

They leave the town and Namjoon thought they’d have more time. Just a couple of days for him to get used to this new world and all the political conflict brewing throughout it. But as they reach the castle doors Jimin stops Jungkook from opening them. The blonde one grabs his sword, which Namjoon hadn’t noticed he’d been carrying all of this time again, and steps in front of Jungkook to slowly open the door. 

The castle is dark and empty. Huge, beautiful, but eerily still. They don’t step inside. 

“Let’s go through the maid’s walkways,” Jungkook suggests and the three of them silently move along the castle wall until they reach a small wooden door among the bricks. Jungkook pushes it open and they step inside an entryway lit by the warm light of torches on the walls. “I used these hidden halls to sneak out of the castle all of the time when I was younger,” he explains as he takes a torch and takes the lead. They walk in hushed silence, squeezing through the restricted space between the walls with some struggle until they reach an opening, and behind another worn wooden door, they find the kitchen. Maids and cooks and other service personnel are silently huddled together against the walls, and much like at the tavern, they greet the princes gleefully. 

“Jungkook! Jimin! Oh, thank the heavens that you’ve made it,” a beautiful man, also dresses in a well-worn armour greets them with tight hugs and kisses on their cheeks. Namjoon stands back as Taehyung, as he deciphers from the relieved exclamation from Jungkook, explains the situation to them. 

“The dark knight is in the throne room. He made his way inside just a few hours ago, I haven’t even had time to request help from the neighbouring kingdoms! We did send a royal guard to Wonderland but it’s unlikely he’ll make it with backup before sunrise tomorrow. I believe we can challenge him, especially with you too back, I don’t think he’ll want to further damage the relationship with us but we should still be ready to fight. The knights are awaiting for my signal and- who is this?” Taehyung asks, eyes a little wide when they reach Namjoon’s. 

“Our true love,” Jimin explains, brief, just like at the tavern.

“A dream come true,” Taehyung muses and Jungkook hits him lightly on his arm. 

“Stop,” he whines with a giggle. “Fight first, introductions later. Now let’s go take our throne back.”

Namjoon watches from a safe distance, not cowering back like the servants but not joining in on the clash of swords like the knights. Jungkook expertly handles a bow, staying back with him for a moment, attacking monsters made out of shadow that seep from the walls as soon as they approach the throne room. 

“Stay safe,” Jungkook pleads and kisses Namjoon quickly before running more into the heat of the battle. Namjoon stands stunned for a moment, watching Jungkook skillfully move and avoid the monster’s grip. He’d seemed so soft and helpless the whole time he’d been staying with Namjoon and now, in his element, his world, he handles himself with much more confidence while still seeming so delicate and precious. And Jimin, wow, Namjoon has to force himself to look away before he starts drooling.

The pair fights until they finally reach the throne room and face off against the dark king, who much like his monsters, seems to be made out of shadows. 

“Young prince!” The king exclaims, sounding panicked once they come to stand at the door. Curious to see the enemy Namjoon moves closer to the grand doors, only to be stabbed in the side, right at a gap in his armour, by one of the monsters. He winces and looks down surprised to see the being pull back a small dagger and seemingly intend to push it in again. But this is not the first time Namjoon has been stabbed, and it’s not something he particularly enjoys, so mostly on reflex he tightens a fist and strikes the monster right in the face. He hardly feels like he’s punched anything, his fist doesn’t collide with any material, slips right past the shadow but does disturb its form. 

“Good hit,” Taehyung compliments, finishing the job by slashing the dark shadow with his sword. Namjoon limps to the door and peeks inside with Taehyung fencing monsters behind him. 

“I wasn’t aware of your return,” the dark king says nervously.

What a coward . Namjoon thinks with a frown as he watches the figure get up from the throne and cease all fighting from his monsters with the raise of a hand. Taehyung groans behind Namjoon, hit in the head by the last wack of a monster before stopping all its movements. 

“You’re in my castle,” Jungkook says calmly, elegantly raising his bow to point an arrow at the king. “Leave.” 

Swiftly after the word leaves his lips all shadows are gone. The castle walls, the hallway Namjoon is standing in, and the throne room, are all illuminated by light he can’t find the source for. It’s bright, it’s warm, and it makes everything seem far more lively. 

Jungkook sighs, visibly exhausted and lowers his bow, his whole body hunching forward as he takes a few deep breaths. 

“Hyung,” he calls out softly.

“Yes?” the three other men reply. Jimin is at his side quickly, Taehyung sheaths his sword and Namjoon takes a step into the throne room. 

“Namjoon-hyung,” Jungkook clarifies with a giggle. Namjoon strides forward confidently, ignoring the sharp pain on his side, and as soon as he reaches Jungkook the younger one throws himself at him like he’s done so many times before. Except he feels a lot heavier now because of the armour and the metal crashes and grinds loudly against the one Namjoon also wears. “I’m so tired,” he mumbles. 

Jimin steps closer presses a soft kiss to the back of Jungkook’s neck and suggests a bath before bed. They can deal with the aftermath of their disappearance and return tomorrow, for now, they should rest. 

—

“I really like this,” Jungkook comments with his eyes closed, leaning his head on the edge of the bathtub that by size alone seems more like a hot tub. Jimin hums. Namjoon is carefully lathering the blonde’s hair with soap, massaging his scalp with strong fingers and delighted in the way Jimin leans more and more against him with every passing moment. He isn’t concerned by their nakedness, it’s a thought in the back of his mind that has his heart thumping but that he hardly focuses on. He appreciates the perfect expanse of Jimin’s bare back pressing against his chest, of course, perfect and pretty just like the rest of him, but he is more concerned with washing the younger’s hair and helping him relax than anything else. 

He isn’t the only one unbothered by the exposure of skin, and that is particularly obvious in the fact that the two princes fail to notice his wound until Namjoon is getting out of the water and reaching for a towel. 

Jimin is the one to patch him up, disinfecting the cut with expert hands while Jungkook clings to Namjoon’s side with tears in his eyes and a million apologies flowing from his mouth. 

“It’s alright,” Namjoon smiles, biting back a groan when Jimin presses a needle into his skin to stitch him. He was momentarily concerned by Jimin’s quiet I’m going to need a needle , until he remembered the prince to be quite adventurous and consequently likely quite acquainted with treating all sorts of injuries. For every apology that slips past Jungkook’s lips, Namjoon is quick to reassure him and press a soft kiss to his head, until Jungkook catches on to the action and gathers enough courage to kiss Namjoon on the lips instead. Jimin follows his lead shortly after.

“As compensation for taking care of the cut,” he says with a giggle.

Namjoon doesn’t think about the real world, or rather, his world, until they’re settled in bed under the covers. He worries briefly about Yoongi and how he must be coping with the sudden change. It reminds Namjoon that he still has a company to run, and he shouldn’t be absent for too long. But he succumbs to sleep soon after, cocooned in the warmth of Jungkook and Jimin on either side of him, and the issue is momentarily forgotten. 

—

“Can I go with you?” Jimin asks with an excited smile three days after their arrival, when Namjoon tells them he should return to sort out some matters. They held the king’s funeral this morning because too many other things had been going on in the kingdom before and now with the prince’s return it was only appropriate. Jungkook handled it well, and Jimin and Namjoon praised him for it behind closed doors. Jimin bounces on the bed now, unworried about leaving his lover behind to figure out the kingdom for a short time. “And you take me on a date?”

“Ah! That’s not fair! You know I can’t go,” Jungkook pouts dramatically from the bed and Namjoon presses a quick kiss to his lips as he slips under the covers next to him. 

“You have to be responsible, your highness,” he teases, and Jungkook groans. “But we’ll be back soon,” Namjoon promises and Jungkook brings him in for a deeper kiss before finally settling back with a smile. 

So Namjoon and Jimin return hand in hand to the well, and this time, jump in voluntarily. Namjoon can’t say the experience is pleasant but he endures it until they’re spit out from the twisting vortex between worlds right at the entrance of his kitchen. 

“I can’t believe you’d dare to cut my vacations short so suddenly,” Yoongi huffs, sitting opposite from Namjoon at a fancy restaurant. Namjoon laughs.

“I’d hardly call it a vacation anymore when you decided to work as my chauffeur,” he smiles to which Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Well, I still wanted to know what was going on with our baby.”

“Stop calling the company our baby, it’s so weird,” Namjoon complains not for the first time. the conversation is light, they discuss some deals and negotiations that had been in the making, Yoongi talks about his dog, and Namjoon tells him about the castle. 

“You’re going back then?” Yoongi asks once they’re done with desserts and the bill is placed on the table. He speaks softly and Namjoon nods. 

“I’ll probably come here now and then but, yeah, I want to be with them.”

And that settles it. Namjoon transfers anything under his name to his best friend and business partner, Yoongi. He has to stay for a couple of days to settle his assets and investments and all kinds of paperwork but it’s alright. He takes Jimin on little dates any opportunity he has. The prince is always eager to take his hand and sneak one or more kisses to his cheeks. 

And on the nights they don’t go out Jimin cooks. Delicious meals that Namjoon swears taste better than anything he has ever ordered at any high-end restaurant, but he might be biased. Then they cuddle on the couch with some random tv show as background while they talk about their day and eventually, inevitably, about how much they miss and love Jungkook. 

When they’re ready to part, Yoongi gives him the tightest hug he’s ever given anyone and cries the most tears Namjoon has ever seen him openly shed in their years of friendship. 

“I’ll be back,” Namjoon promises but they both know it might not be anytime soon. 

Namjoon and Jimin kiss, and it’s sweet and perfect and for a moment Namjoon is worried when he opens his eyes he won’t have gone anywhere, because the last time he sent Jimin back into the fairytale world, he’d remained. But he opens his eyes and is relieved by the sight of grassy hills and perfect skies. Jungkook greets them with an abundance of kisses and adorably red cheeks, and the sight of his face is far more stunning than what the other two were able to remember. Pretty.

Pretty. Namjoon thinks as they exchange rings at the altar.

Pretty. He thinks again watching Jungkook joke with Taehyung and Jimin talk with Seokjin and Hoseok, who’d come to celebrate the wedding. 

Pretty. He thinks, watching them sleep that night, pressed up close against him in the wide expanse of the bed, golden bands on their fingers.

Pretty, pretty, pretty. 

He doesn’t regret helping the confused boy in a wedding dress running from the police. He doesn’t regret it for even a second, not now, not ever. There’s not a doubt in his mind that the three of them, despite politics, royal matters, and drama, will live happily ever after. 

Together. 

The end.