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If Jungkook knew that becoming a knight for the Kim Kingdom meant sitting around in front of a jail cell and waiting for trouble he would’ve told his younger self to choose a different path in life. Then again Jungkook has only recently finished his training for the cavalry so he was considered a runt and got the worst jobs. The constant tic toc of the clock is slowly driving him insane and he kinda wishes there were hooligans just so Jungkook could have something to do. Unfortunately, the Kim Kingdom is a peaceful one, and the neighboring Min Kingdom has a prosperous alliance with them, they haven’t faced trouble for the past 50 years.
The only gossip around town was the announcement of the crowing of the King’s youngest brother and his first public appearance. King Kim Namjoon was a very protective man and it showed through his treatment of his first brother Kim Taehyung. Prince Taehyung debuted at the ripe age of 21 and many were surprised at the friendly face that welcomed the kingdom with open arms. King Namjoon’s marriage to Prince Kim Seokjin followed a year later and brought along another brother, Park Jimin. An elusive thing that no one really saw or knew of. The most the public knows is that he's been with Seokjin’s family as long as anyone can remember but they were not related by blood. He's also known for slipping his guards and using his animosity to walk around town as a commoner.
Jungkook remembers his superiors always laughing as the recounted stories of Jimin escaping and frustrating the Royal Highness to his wit's end. But Jungkook knows Namjoon is fond of the boy just like Prince Seokjin, he remembers the King and his husband personally coming to the training grounds and over watching the young knights. A blank face as he whispered to his beloved next to him, pointing out certain boys and nodding his head at the feedback. Jungkook knows that they were there to personally pick a guard out for Prince Jimin. However, no one was chosen and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a hit at his own pride.
There’s a commotion outside the building that has Jungkook jumping to his feet. He slings his sword over his shoulder as he marches to the door, finally some action. Swinging the entrance open, disappointment fills the knight’s body as he watches an old lady pulling along a young man by the ear his arms full of various fruits, another man following them worry etched across his face. They make an odd sight that’s for sure and Jungkook can’t help but sigh in irritation.
“Ma’am, what’s exactly going on here?” Jungkook asks as the woman releases her hold.
“He’s a thief! He was trying to walk away without paying!”
The blond man rolls his eyes as he rubs his abused earlobe.
“Listen hag, I know Hoseok we’re friends, he owes me. You had to stick your nose in our business without knowing the situation.”
Jungkook can feel an oncoming headache as the old woman begins to lecture the young man about manners, and he tries to diffuse the situation.
“Okay okay stop, I’ll put him in the cell and my superior will deal with him. Deal?” Jungkook says as the man looks at him in shock.
The woman humphs in triumph and walks away smugly as the blonde is assured into the small hut and inside the cell.
“What about a fair trial! Where’s my hearing!” The blonde complains as the lock clicks shut.
“Shut it. It’s a holding cell you’re not even under arrest I just wanted her to shut up.” Jungkook explains as he sits back at the desk. He finally looks up at the other man. The frown on his face looks like the mouth of a teddy bear and Jungkook prepares himself for another lecture.
“I just want to say I do know him and he wasn’t stealing.”
“You’re his friend, of course, you’ll defend him.”
“No, you lump piece of metal he’s the merchant and my friend.” The unnecessary comment adds to Jungkook’s migraine as he sighs.
“Look even if he didn’t steal I still have to wait for my superior and that’s just the rules.”
“But he’s—“
“Hyung! It’s okay just go fetch my brother I’ll wait here.” The man named Hoseok rolls his eyes and he agrees and walks out the small room.
Jungkook turns around in his chair and finally gets a good look at the troublemaker. He has blonde hair and he’s wearing a deep maroon tunic and around his waist is a gold braided cord. The fitted black pants fit like second skin, and Jungkook can’t help but tilt his head in confusion. He’s dressed better than any commenor and yet here he is in jail for theft.
“If you keep staring can I at least get a name?”
Jungkook flushes at getting caught, and the man throws his head back as he laughs. He begins peeling one of the fruits in lap and Jungkook tries to sputter out a response.
“My name is Jungkook, and you shouldn’t really be eating fruit you stole.”
“I told you I know Hoseok he owes me, without my help he definitely wouldn’t be having any good nightly company like last night.”
The implications makes Jungkook flush at the image that floods his head. The blonde man in front of him on his back on a bed. Blonde hair a mess across the sheets, a blush across the cheeks of the cocky man, exposed collar bones. He’d definitely make a fine night companion.
“Not me you pervert!!” Shit, Jungkook said that out loud.
“I’m not a pervert! Excuse me for getting weird ideas when you worded it like that!” The knight tries to defend himself but the warm sensation still spreads in his chest.
“Anyways you got my name what’s yours?”
The blonde tilts his head at Jungkook’s question, and a Cheshire smile spreads across his face as he scoots closer to the bars that separate them.
“Let’s play a game.” Jungkook laughs at the ridiculous request and shakes his head.
“What? Come on you’re bored I’m bored, we’re going to be waiting awhile for anyone to come!”
“You’re right, I’m bored, not desperate.” He scoffs at the petty thief's attempt at persuasion.
“You’re a knight, right? You want to fight and defend your people, make yourself feel like you’re doing something with your life.” Jungkook stiffens as his intentions get exposed in the air by a stranger.
“So what if I do? Everyone wants to feel like they’re doing something more.” He scoffs.
“I’m not a commoner, I saw you looking at my clothes earlier. Let me out and play my game. If you win I can get you a better job something where you actually move around instead of rotting away here.”
“What happens if you win?” The man raises his eyebrows at the question before a laugh escapes his lips.
“You’re pretty smart…hmm if I win? Nothing I don’t want anything I just want to pass the time. Come on Mr.Brave Knight Jungkook it’s a win-win for you! Let's play!”
Jungkook feels his resolve crack the longer his stares at the blonde. His eyes widen and bottom lip slowly gets bigger and starts to wobble as he tilts his head to look from underneath his eyelashes. Jungkook can feel his mind conjure the idea of the man of his knees in front of Jungkook with the same look. Before his fantasy can make it uncomfortable to walk he’s stumbling forward to unlock the cell. The blonde cheers as he walks out and plops himself on the desk his legs create a barrier around Jungkook when he sits back down in his chair. The position makes Jungkook swallow as he sits between his legs.
“What’s your game?” Jungkook asks forcing himself to stop staring at the things near his chest but the face above him. The small smirk lets him know he wasn’t as smooth as he thought.
“You know what these are right?” The man asks gesturing the fruit he brought with him spread across the table.
“Yes, I know what fruits are.” Jungkook sarcastically says as he rolls his eyes.
“Don’t be a jerk. The games easy. I feed you a piece a fruit while your eyes are closed and if you can guess all of them ten seconds after you taste them you win.”
“How many fruits?” There’s a decent pile or at least 6 different kinds.
“Three max. I’ll get too bored if we do any more than that. Deal?”
Jungkook looks at the man in front of him. Pouty lips and gentle eyes make him a prime example of the perfect combination of genes, and he relents to this silly game.
“Deal.”
A hand covers Jungkook’s eyes without warning, and he jumps at the sudden touch before he hears a soft “relax” whispered in his ear. There’s a thumb at his lips the softly pries them open and before Jungkook can protest at the unnecessary touching a piece of fruit is shoved into his mouth. He bites down and he can feel the slight snap of skin breaking when the small fruit is snapped in half. The taste is sweet but tart, the skin a slightly rubbery texture.
“It’s a grape. Do I get a bonus point for saying green too?”
The laugh Jungkook gets makes him smile before he feels his mouth opening again. This piece definitely larger than the last, when he bites down the sour citrus taste almost gives it away. The feeling of string like texture across his tongue reassures Jungkook’s gut instinct.
“You suck at peeling oranges.” That response gets a pinch on his cheek.
Jungkook’s mouth is already open as the last fruit is placed in his mouth. It’s smaller than the last but bigger than the first. The smooth texture and circular shape make Jungkook confused at first before he bites downs gently. Thankfully he took it slow as his teeth hit a hard center, he picks the seed out with his tongue before spitting it out to the side.
“It’s a cherry and you could have at least taken the seed out.”
Light fills Jungkook’s space as the blonde removes his hand. There’s a light flush across his cheeks now and Jungkook can’t help but wonder what got the curious man in front of him so flustered.
“I win.” He’s not sure why he whispers the two words, but he feels his hands being lifted and placed on the waist of the thief that sits on his desk.
“One last round, I’ll make it harder for you all or nothing.”
“I already won.” Jungkook teases.
“What you scared you’ll lose?” The man taunts and Jungkook’s hands tighten unconsciously on his slim waist earning his a soft sigh of pleasure.
“Okay let’s go.”
Jungkook shuts his eyes and waits. First, he feels a thumb caress his bottom lip and he lets his tongue slip out and to give it a quick swipe. The hum of approval he gets makes the arousal in his stomach start to rumble. Jungkook hears a squelching sound before lips attack his. There’s a mushy texture and sweet flavor filling Jungkook’s mouth and he tries not to choke as he swallows the fruit. Hands tangle in his hair and Jungkook reaches one hand up to cup the face in front of him. His tongue chases after the taste of fruit as he tries to figure out what he was just given. Jungkook grips onto the blonde hair and pulls back until they separate, the groan he gets in response make his toe curl in want.
“Another taste.” He grunts out and listens to the man take another bite before their lips collide.
This time Jungkook kisses without abandon as he bites the thief's bottom lip and sucks on it until a whine echoes in the room. But he retaliates luring Jungkook tongue into his mouth with teasing touches until he can suck on the slick organ. The sensation makes Jungkook feel like he’s drowning in pleasure, and he knows if the man was sucking something else it would feel like heaven.
When they separate they’re gasping for air and Jungkook slowly opens his eyes. Brown eyes are barely visible as he looks at the blown pupils. His pouty lips are swollen and wet with spit and it definitely looks like the man was sucking on more than Jungkook’s tongue. When Jungkook glances down he can see the erection straining against the front of his pants and he knows he’s not in a better condition.
“Wha-what fruit was it?” The man tries to regain his composure as he asks the question.
“Peaches definitely…” Jungkook whispers against his lips as he sneaks in a chaste peck. He trails his hands up the full thighs he was clutching and slowly drags his nails back down. The movement causes a whine to draw out the blonde as his hands snap onto Jungkook’s wrist. Before that could go any further the front door slams open and they separate to look as normal as possible.
Jungkook is probably about to have the worst day ever as Prince Taehyung walks in eyebrows raised. His training kicks in as an arm collides with his own chest at an angle, fist over his heart, and he bows a curt 95 degrees. He’s shocked as the thief just continues to sit on the desk and turns to pout at the incoming prince.
“Tae seriously you couldn’t give me 5 more minutes.” Jungkook blushes at the implication as the blonde whines.
“Yah, if Namjon hyung came you would’ve been screwed Jimin.” The prince says, flicking his brother’s forehead.
“Jimin?... like Prince Park Jimin?” Jungkook watches the grin spread across his face as he feels his soul begin to slip away. He, a lowly knight, just locked up the soon to be crowned prince and made out with him. He felt up royal thighs and told him he’d be a good night companion. Jungkook has to say goodbye to his family because he’s going to die today because of his dumb mistakes.
“Your Highness! I am so sorry my behavior, I usually don’t bargain with people that come to the holding cell I swear! It’s just… I just—“ Jungkook splutters trying to save himself from the embarrassment situation, but Jimin only frowns at the apology.
“It’s okay it’s okay! I liked it!” Jungkook chokes on his spit from the sudden confession and the look of judgment coming from Taehyung makes him break out in sweat.
“I- we uh… look I can explain.” Jungkook says trying to convince Taehyung he wasn’t taking advantage of his brother.
It takes three seconds before a wide smile breaks onto Taehyung’s face and he throws his head back to laugh. The knight stands puzzled as Jimin joins in the laughter and hops of the desk landing softly in his feet. He walks up to Jungkook and takes the knight hands into his.
“You’re silly, but here.” Jimin reaches behind his neck and unclasps a thin silver chain. He gently places it in Jungkook’s open palms, and the knight can’t help but stare at the necklace, there’s a simple metal bar hanging from the chain with a single diamond on the end of one side.
“Show this to your superior when he comes and tell him you found it on the streets and want to return it. It’s a royal heirloom, so you can personally return it to the King and when you meet Namjoon and he asks what you want for a reward, say you want to be my personal guard.” Jimin explains as his closed the knight’s palm with a smile.
The young prince stands on his tippy toes and placed a chaste kiss on Jungkook’s cheek, and turns to walk away. Taehyung laughs at his brother’s antics and wraps an arm around his shoulders. Jungkook stands bewildered as Jimin turns to wave goodbye, and The knight could only lift his hand up in response. When the door slam shuts he collapses into his chair.
Jungkook really just made out with a royal prince and got a personal invite to be their guard. He wanted excitement but this is definitely more than he asked for. He opens his hand to stare longer at the expensive jewelry, and the memory of soft lips pressed hard against his own makes Jungkook’s spine tingle, and his cheeks heat up.
The door opens again and Jungkook’s jumping to his feet, hand still clutching the necklace. In walks in his superior, Jackson with a cocky smile and questioning look.
“I heard you had a thief?”
Jungkook swallows and thinks about soft laughs and gentle kisses.
“A-actually I found something and uh… I want to return it.”
If Jungkook was younger he’d tell himself to become a knight, because when he gets older he might just meet the love of his life.