Taehyung couldn't breathe.
The flashback of Jungkook's hand being brought down towards his face kept replaying in his mind as he struggled to inhale the fresh air once he'd fled outside into the palace gardens.
His cheek stung. The sharp pain creeping across relentlessly pulsed across him, causing the servant boy to wince slightly, brushing his fingers delicately across his newly-formed bruise. He remembered how days ago, Jungkook was the one who'd tenderly caressed him, however now, he was repeating the exact same actions, which were as a result of the Prince himself.
Taehyung attempted to quieten the raucous sobs escaping his lips by pressing the palm of his hand against his mouth. It wasn't just the physical pain which was upsetting him this much. It was the guilt.
He saw the look of betrayal drawn across Jungkook's face as he entered the bedroom. He couldn't believe he'd been stupid enough to run his mouth off to Jimin and Seokjin; now, the Prince wouldn't ever trust him again.
"Tae?" a shocked voice piped up, breaking Taehyung out of his thoughts. He whipped his head to the back of him, immediately recognising the tone.
"Hoseok," the boy whispered, his eyes widened in surprise. He attempted to mask the newly-coloured purple skin etched across his jawline with his hand whilst he looked at the Northern Prince.
"Taehyung? What happened?" the elder asked, his voice laced with concern. He took a few steps towards the servant, cupping Taehyung's cheek with his hand. "Who hurt you?"
Hoseok's question was one of anger, causing the blue-haired boy to internally cower away from him, disliking the harsh tone he adopted. Despite the fact the Prince was trying to help him, it made Taehyung think of how infuriated Jungkook sounded the moment he'd realised Tae accidentally slipped out details about his vulnerability to his friends.
"I-I.." he trailed off whilst he felt his eyes prick with tears, hating the way the entire situation had blown up in the past ten minutes. He couldn't push the image of how irate Jungkook was from his mind, hence why he couldn't muster up the right words to answer Hoseok. Instead, he looked up at the taller Prince, keeping his lips pressed into a tight line.
"Hey," Hoseok murmured gently, brushing his thumb lightly across the bruise. He decided to drop the question, since the smaller servant boy showed no signs of wanting to answer him in that moment. "You're okay, Tae. Don't cry," he continued with a small, comforting smile playing on the ends of his lips.
Taehyung could only nod in response as he stared down at the ground, allowing a few stray tears to slide down his flushed cheeks.
He knew he'd messed up extremely terribly, yet he believed there was simply no way he could gain Jungkook's trust back.
He'd tarnished the reputation of the Prince, so how could he expect Jungkook to open up to him again?
He loathed himself for hurting the younger.
Jungkook, meanwhile, sat on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. The previous events simply felt like he'd imagined them. The fact he'd allowed himself to raise his hand towards Taehyung destroyed him internally. He couldn't erase the image of how frightened the boy looked from his head, so instead, he inhaled a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
He still felt angry about how the boy thought it was okay to dare utter a word to Jimin and Seokjin about how Jungkook had opened up to him. The fact he now appeared as extremely vulnerable humiliated him inside out, although he immensely regretted ever raising a hand towards Taehyung.
It made him sick.
After having had a few moments to himself, Jungkook now realised how wrong he was in the situation. Despite the servant betraying his trust, he couldn't believe he was the reason Taehyung had fled the bedroom, visibly shaking from fear.
It was ironic how the Prince so morally stormed into the King's chambers, demanding an apology after he touched Taehyung, yet he'd done the exact same thing to the boy.
There was only one person that reminded him of himself that current second; and it was his own Father.
In the moment he'd physically hurt Taehyung, he was no different to King Jeon, hence why Jungkook automatically leaped from his room and practically ran down the corridors like a mad-man, searching every possible nook and cranny around the palace for any signs of the tear-stricken blue-haired servant who'd departed from him only minutes before.
A/n: lil bit of angst for yall ;))
whose side are you on though?? tae or jk
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In which the Prince of South Korea, known for rejecting every single Princess legible for marriage, witnesses a servant boy walk into the palace. side ship: yoonmin COMPLETED. open for translations, just give credit! cover by: @frustratedJK