Royal Town | vkook

Chapter 1: Blind-date

"So do you enjoy sports?"

"Sports? Not really my thing." This had been a lie of course.

Anyone who cared for Jungkook upon more than his looks would know he had won many awards for his tennis achievements. He was a junky for tennis, though a surprise to his family since his father had been too busy leading people and his mother had worked as a flourist before getting married.

However he was on a hiatus. Of course he loved it and would choose to carry it on as a career. He, in some sense, had gotten too fatigued of his parents missing out on all his games. Sure, they bought him the most luxurious equipments and gym wear, but so what? What then? He had began to believe that they were proud that their son was successful, rather that their son was happy.

They would rather have their son on a blind date with women that drown themselves with perfume and break their backs to put on a good form than show concern of his lack of action in something he enjoys.

The blind date wasn't too grand. Which was ironic to Jungkook. The week before, his father had not shut up about how she was a sight for sore eyes and how she baked him beautifully delicious muffins.

"Listen—Heejin.. Was it? This was nice. This was uh—fun. I'm sure we'll continue this another time, but I've got to go!"

He gathers his coat from off his chair and begins to slip into it when Heejin grabs him by the wrist. Jungkook lets out a gush of air through his nose, frustrated. He grits his teeth before turning back to face her. "Yes?" He breathes out.

"Can I have your number at least? I can call you later or something if you'd like."

He looks at her for awhile, being unable to form a sentence. He scratches his temple with a knuckle, flinging his hair out his eyes.

"I'd love to continue this conversation, but I don't have a phone. I'm royalty!" He exclaims before storming out from the restaurant.

It was a fancy restaurant. He loved the food and everything it had to offer, he just didn't seem to like the woman.

Jungkook met up with his butler that same afternoon. For someone that was his butler, Jungkook was pretty close to Jimin. Jimin's father had taken care of Jungkook when he had been young, now Jimin takes on the duty to do so.

Jimin was a couple years older than Jungkook, but the two got along like brothers. Jimin was thirty-one while Jungkook had just turned twenty-nine.

The two had been catching up as they made their way to a near-by pub when Jungkook's phone chimes.

"Who's that?" Jimin asks, his hands stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans. "Spam."

"I thought you didn't have a phone your majesty."

"I am not going to use my phone to call a whore. Her dress was too revealing. It made me sick. I think you'd like her though, Jimin. Perky breasts, cute submissive voice.. Just your type. Am I wrong?"

Jungkook nudges Jimin on the belly. The two chuckle, Jimin ending the conversation by strictly shaking his head.

"Hello welcome to Little J's.. Soju or beer—Your highness." Was the first thing heard when the duo enters the pub.

"Ah.. Good evening prince Jungkook. It is an honor to have you at our pub. Please let it be our duty to assure you have a wonderful time here."

Jungkook just stares. He stares at the male in front of him that somehow seemed to appear short. He clutched his notepad with both his arms and his pen rested on his ear. His top lip had engulfed his bottom one completely.