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"Seokjin always cooks more than I can swallow," Jungkook said moments later, cutting the awkward silence lingering around in the air between the boys'. "Feel free to eat whatever you like."

Taehyung paused before glancing over at the tray of food unsurely. The fact the Prince whom he'd heard to be the most ignorant person alive was offering him his breakfast bewildered him completely. "Are you sure, Sir? I mean I don't want-" he began, only to be cut off by Jungkook almost immediately.

"Taehyung. I already told you not to address me like that," the raven-haired commented, pulling out one of the chairs tucked under the table. "And yes I'm sure. Now sit."

The servant walked over to the centre of the room, taking a seat before the Prince sat down opposite him, pushing the food towards him. Jungkook's expression wasn't one of seriousness. In fact, he looked welcoming. There was a hint of a small smile lingering on his lips, which Taehyung took as a friendly sign, so the blue-haired boy wasted no time in picking up a handful of fruit, shoving it into his mouth seconds later.

He'd only realised now how hungry he was. After tasting the delicious palace food, his own stomach couldn't help but growl, earning a light laugh from Jungkook. "And to think you were declining my offer at the first, hm?" he teased, leaning back into his chair.

The Prince realised that keeping an unapproachable act towards Taehyung would only end up in the elder staying as far away from him as possible, hence why Jungkook decided to have an attempt at acting friendly, although he hadn't had much practice in the past. He swore that each time he even tried to smile, the corners of his mouth felt strained due to his constant scowling which he'd kept up for the past few years of his life.

"Well it isn't everyday you get offered food from the Southern Prince, is it?" Taehyung asked, gaining slight confidence from the aura radiating from Jungkook. He didn't feel small from the look he was receiving from the man; and it didn't help that he'd been hanging out with both Seokjin and Jimin for the past few days. The pair had taken a toll on him, since he'd often found himself having far too much to say lately. His once shy demeanour evaporated after the first few conversations he'd had with Park Jimin.

"Don't go getting used to it now. Consider yourself lucky," Jungkook warned, although his eyes glistened with satisfaction as he witnessed the skinny boy shovelling the pastries into his mouth.

Taehyung remained quiet, the only sound audible coming from his quiet chewing. He looked around the Prince's room, and was somewhat shocked at how elaborate everything was. Despite the fact he lived in a palace himself, neither Hoseok nor Jennie's chambers were as decorated as Jungkook's. The Prince had almost everything in him room comprised of gold, jewels and silk.

"Your room is so.." the boy began, trailing off once he realised he couldn't muster up the right word to describe it.

However, Jungkook finished off his sentence with ease, automatically realising what Taehyung was trying to say. "Elaborate."

"Yeah," the elder breathed out, his gaze resting upon Jungkook's bed, which had silk-linen sheets and curtains draped around the mattress. "It must be amazing to live here."

Yet, once Taehyung realised what he'd said, his eyes grew widened and he quickly backtracked, feeling his cheeks flushing as he did so. "I mean, of course I'm lucky to be a servant in a palace too. I didn't-"

"No. It's fine," Jungkook interrupted, nodding understandingly at the embarrassed boy. He knew servants were taught to always be grateful for their positions they had amongst the palace, hence why it never came as a shock to the Prince why Taehyung had immediately regretting speaking his mind. "It is amazing, I can't deny that. Yet it isn't for me."

Taehyung looked up at him questioningly, wondering what the Prince meant. He furrowed his brows in confusion, not quite understand what Jungkook was referring to. "What do you mean? I don't get it."

The younger sighed, resting his chin in his hands whilst he looked at Taehyung sitting in front of him, feeling the sudden urge to rant about the anger built up inside of him, and the resentment he had towards the expectations he had no choice but to follow.

"I mean that being a royal isn't as glamorous as it seems. Obviously I live in a better situation than most people, but I don't have freedom. I'm forced to follow the protocol Princes have to abide by, and now I'm being forced to wed someone whom I have absolute no attraction to. I've never been able to do simple things normal people my age can get away with."

Taehyung remained silent, staring at the boy in front of him. In that moment, that's all Jungkook appeared to be. The servant forgot that he was a royal, hence why all he could see in front of him was a broken individual, masked by fame and flashlight, despite the fact that in reality he was trapped; trapped in the dreams of others around him.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung mumbled softly, feeling sorrow for how he'd misunderstood him. He now realised why Jungkook hid his pain behind a wall of arrogance: it was easier.

"I don't need pity," Jungkook said coldly, seeming to read Taehyung's mind. This is exactly what he didn't want. He didn't want to highlight his weaknesses, although the servant quickly shook his head, frowning slightly.

"I'm not pitying you. I'm sorry because I misjudged you. I assumed you had it easy because you're a Prince, when in reality you're being suffocated under the pressures forced upon you about maintaining your royal status. I thought that only people of lower classes suffered, but I was so wrong."

And that's when Jungkook smiled. It wasn't a sarcastic smirk, nor was it a smile prompted by his Father forcing him to act polite and friendly.

It was a genuine one, because he finally felt as if someone understood him.

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