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With great power comes great responsibility, or whatever. Taehyung doesn’t really feel that yet, even as the second in line to the throne. 

Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth has allowed him to enjoy the finer things in life, and sort of develop this hard-headed personality that could be mistaken as simply being spoiled. But he’s willing to work for what he wants, and what he wants is the crown. Doesn’t care if he’s younger than the firstborn prince, Jimin. He’s more than capable of handling the responsibilities. He and Jimin had grown up with the same training, after all.

Jimin was the older prince, meaning that he was expected to be more serious and diligent than a younger prince. But he seldom showed those traits. He was spoiled, always cried, and begged for what he wanted to the King and the Queen. When he didn’t like something, it was to be removed. When he wanted something, it was to be in his hand in no time. He and his brother were the same, of course, being that they were only two months apart in age. 

That tiny age gap was a thing Jimin despised about Taehyung. What didn’t he despise about Taehyung, really? The two had been fighting ever since they had gotten old enough to be considered for the throne. They had to work their way up there, showing their selflessness and responsibility in the kingdom, and even in other surrounding villages. This caused them to end up in arguments, altercations about certain plans and it would drive Jimin nuts because Taehyung would most likely win.

But if Jimin is hardheaded, so is Taehyung himself. No self-respecting prince would ever bend to his younger brother’s whims, no matter how close they’d been as children. The more they grew up, the more they had fallen apart, and soon, Taehyung finds that he cannot stand being around his brother anymore.

Just like now, where they sit from across each other at the family dining table, glaring daggers at each other.

Taehyung has to physically rip his eyes away from Jimin before he smiles charmingly at their father, the King.

“Father,” He starts. “I take it that your health is faring well today.”

The King gives him a look, one that warns him to not instigate anything that could make Jimin angry. Taehyung ignores it. “It is, Taehyung. What is the state of affairs at the outlier village I sent you to?”

Taehyung sits up eagerly. “They’ve calmed down and are satisfied after I promised the demolition of the dam that a certain dense prince had built upstream from their river. You know, the same river that was practically their only source livelihood.” His gaze flickers briefly to Jimin, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “I’m not sure what dense prince would ever dream of making things harder for his subjects. The lack of foresight in that aspect isn’t so promising for a supposed future ruler. Don’t you agree, Father?”

Jimin could punch Taehyung in the face from where he’s glaring at him, cutting down into his steak with a knife and using the fork to put it in his mouth. He overhears and quickly listens to whatever Taehyung was going to say to their father, probably bragging about some bullshit that Jimin could do with his eyes closed; or just trying to piss Jimin off, get him riled up. 

He couldn’t help but look up from his plate, giving Taehyung a look of distaste, resisting the urge to get up and slap him. He swallows the steak he had been chewing on for a minute, sucking his cheek in and biting down on it to stop himself from cursing his brother out at the dinner table.

The King looks at Jimin with a slight glance of disappointment, putting his utensils down. “Is this true, Jimin? You’re supposed to be protecting your villagers, not killing them!” 

Jimin’s face heats up in indignance.

“Father,” He says calmly. “This ‘dense prince’ had the dam built for a reason. There were too much debris and dirt flowing into the water, and it wasn’t healthy for the villagers.” Jimin flicks his head to the side to glance back at Taehyung, looking him up and down. “If Taehyung actually cared about them, instead of pretending to for merit, he’d realize that my dam made the water cleaner. It blocks off some of the water, yes. But that’s just an issue I’d have to fix, like always!” Jimin is riled up at this point now, finally facing Taehyung with a look of annoyance. “Tell us, Taehyung. What have you done for the community, besides trying to copy, steal, and correct the things I’ve done around here. I understand that your brain isn’t capable of thinking of such, but you never know.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Kings have to be leaders, not followers. Isn’t that right, Father?”

Taehyung, personally, loves the thrill of getting Jimin angry like this. “Ah, but being a leader requires the ability to listen to all of your followers, and to provide for them as needed. Which some of us aren’t quite capable of. Leaders also have to keep a level head, but I digress.” He lifts his chalice full of wine and hides his smile with a sip.

“Enough beating around the bush, Taehyung.” The King sighs, fed up with the rivalry between the two princes. “Jimin has a point. If the dam is beneficial to the overall quality of the water, then there’s no need to demolish it.”

“You gave me the task of quelling the unrest in that very same village, Father.” He murmurs, eyes fixated on Jimin’s face, relishing how his cheeks were flushed red from anger. “Instead of building a dam to filter out the debris from the water, it would have been better to take care of the source of the debris, which happens to be the flour mill further upstream from where the dam had been built. It only took me a day to talk to the Duke who owned it, and the helpers there were given a plot of land to dump debris in, so they wouldn’t have to do it in the river anymore. All given the green light by me, of course.” 

He slumps back into his chair with a sigh. ‘What do I know about providing for my people, right? It’s not as if I could’ve come up with a solution that didn’t involve making a village go hungry for the sake of cleaner, more enjoyable water, and building a dam before even coming up with a proper solution to make up for their lost livelihood. But again. I digress.” 

This time he stares straight into Jimin’s eyes, a mischievous glint in his gaze. “There would be no need for me to correct things you’ve done if you didn’t screw up in the first place, dear brother. But what do I know.”

Jimin's anger only worsens with each word that Taehyung spits out. His fists are balled up tightly, and he couldn’t help but kick Taehyung in the shin under the table, making sure it hurt him. 

He’s glowing red in anger at this point, brooding at how nonchalant Taehyung was acting. “You’re right, dear brother. You don’t know anything. Nothing . Which is why you shouldn’t be king. You know, I wish you’d stop forcing that idea upon yourself. You’re not capable of having the crown.” Jimin says, giving him a forced smile as he tries to calm himself down. 

God, he hated when Taehyung tried to make him look stupid in front of their father. Sometimes, it would work, and Jimin would have to go scrambling to defend himself. He really didn’t need to look like an imbecile in front of his father, especially when he desired and craved for the crown and to be the king. He thought he deserved that spot, ever since he was a child.

“No matter what you do around here, changing the things I’ve done, trying to fix things, you will never get the crown,” Jimin says darkly, lowing his voice. “You know good and well that the king spot is destined to be mine. The only time you’ll ever get the top spot is when I’m dead . And you still won’t get it then, because we’re only two months apart in age.” Jimin knew that he deserved it, not Taehyung. Maybe he was being a bit of a spoiled brat, but he didn’t care. He’d rather die than let someone like Taehyung rule over the kingdom and surrounding villages. It would hurt his pride.

Taehyung opens his mouth to shoot back a snarky response, but the King beats him to it. “That’s enough from the both of you .” The King’s harsh tone makes Taehyung wince, reeling back slightly. Their father wasn’t a bad one by any means, but that voice meant that he was being serious. 

“A Leader should not undermine other’s achievements for the betterment of their people,” A glance at Jimin. “And should not purposefully goad another into anger.” A pointed glance at Taehyung. The younger prince at least has the sense of mind to nod and look slightly ashamed. “You are both my sons and both legible for the crown. But do not let the power that comes with it divide you two. You both used to be so close, what happened to that, hm?” It’s a rhetorical question of course, but just hearing it makes Taehyung’s heart sink a bit. After all, it hadn’t been him that pulled away first. 

The King shakes his head and stands up, dismissing both of them with the wave of a hand. “We may speak again tomorrow. I expect both of you to talk this out before we all go to bed and have both of your heads on straight before we begin tomorrow’s tasks.”

Taehyung simply watches as the king leaves, the weight in his heart becoming heavier now that he and Jimin were alone.

“Way to go, pompous bastard,” Taehyung mutters, pushing out of his chair. “You couldn’t keep it together for one meal and now you’ve gone and angered Father.” He doesn’t even spare Jimin a glance, beginning to walk out of the dining hall without even waiting for Jimin to respond.

Jimin’s jaw drops slightly at how Taehyung tried to put the blame on him. “Are you kidding? None of this would have happened if you would’ve just let me be.” Jimin says, standing up and quickly following after him. 

They’re in the center of the house now, the high ceilings, mansion-like double-sided staircase, ancient paintings, other precious royal items. Any commoner could definitely get lost in this place, but since they’ve been living there forever, they knew the entire building like it was the back of their hand. 

Jimin grips onto Taehyung’s wrist, tugging at it lightly. “Father said we had to talk about this, so you don’t get to walk away. Be anything other than a disobedient, annoying little pest, and let's talk.” Jimin lets go of him, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.

Their ‘talk’ was probably going to be nothing short of another fight, but it was worth a shot. Maybe they could get something through to each other. “I don’t know why, but something is compelling you to test my anger,” Jimin says. “You always try to embarrass me in front of Father, and now he thinks that I’m some hot-headed brat. You’re trying to sabotage me, aren’t you? You’re jealous.”

Taehyung feels like spitting in Jimin’s face when he feels that grip on his wrist, but of course, he’s far more level-headed than Jimin could ever dream to be, so he settles with a cold attitude instead. “You are a hot-headed brat.” He muttered. “We don’t have to do a single thing. All you need to do is fucking keep it together and do your goddamn job. You have no idea how hard it was to clean up after your mess, and you refuse to even acknowledge the shit I’ve done thus far. I’m done with this.”

Dismissively, he turns away and starts making his way up the stairs to his room, further annoyed by how their sleeping chambers were in the same hall and how Jimin would most likely pester him all the way there. “If you keep bothering me I’ll make you regret it.”

Jimin can feel the anger rising up in his gut already, from how annoying his brother was being. Taehyung started this, all of this. He started the drama with them at the dinner table, which got Jimin heated, so why doesn’t he want to own up to his actions? 

Of course, Jimin doesn’t let up, and he follows Taehyung. He had nowhere else to go anyway, their room was on the same floor. Once Taehyung threatens him, that’s when Jimin nearly loses it. 

“Make me regret it?” Jimin says darkly, furrowing his eyebrows behind the younger. “What are you gonna do, hm? Tell father how I was being mean to you? Like a little fucking child?” He can’t hold back anymore, so he shoves Taehyung in the back, which makes him trip over the last step and he falls flat onto the floor. “I’m sick of you! Why do you always think you’re doing something for me? I can take care of my own goddamn self!” Jimin spat, seething in anger as he wants to step on him, but he decides not to.

Taehyung lets out a noise of surprise when Jimin shoves him. He falls over ungracefully, much to his embarrassment. It was just his luck that some of their maids were there too, cleaning up their chambers for the night. They look surprised and quickly move to the side to make way for the princes, looking away from how they were bickering, but Taehyung is too angry to even pay attention to them. Not once has Jimin ever laid a hand on him, and Taehyung never even dreamed of hurting Jimin, even with their bickering-- but this just set a precedent for their future interactions.

He’s still eerily calm as he gets up and dusts himself off, still refuses to glance at Jimin, because he really, genuinely, just might make the prince regret it. It had been an empty threat, to begin with, but Jimin’s actions were doing nothing but making him more tempted to exercise his power. “Leave me the fuck alone, you imbecile.” He says, ice and venom laced in his tone. “Touch me one more time, I swear to God, and you won’t get out of this unscathed.”

And with that, he continues on to his own room, ignoring the maids that shrunk against the walls, waiting for them to pass by.

Jimin just decides to leave Taehyung alone, not wanting to bother with his attitude anymore. He then takes a left down the hallway, going into his room and slamming the door loud enough for everyone upstairs to hear it.

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The past week and a half is rough. For Jimin, at least. He doesn’t know how Taehyung is doing and he doesn’t care. He was too angry to care. They continue on with their familial and prince duties, doing things for their father and for the surrounding villages, and of course, it had become a competition between the two. 

And that competition then lead to a huge, meaningless argument, that subsequently resulted in Jimin getting physical with Taehyung. The shove on the stairs was one thing, but Jimin had gotten angrier and angrier with him. He was known to get like this because of Taehyung, so he took his anger out on his brother, and no one batted an eye. Not like it would’ve hurt him anyway, Taehyung was bigger than him. 

Their heated arguments would end in Jimin pushing, hitting, or slapping Taehyung without a second thought, in immediate bursts of anger. The maids or their father would have to pull Jimin off of him one or a couple of times, and the two wouldn’t talk for hours. 

Jimin didn’t care though, Taehyung was getting what he deserved. Something that he should’ve done ever since he started to act out with Jimin. Jimin was the eldest, after all, so by that logic, Taehyung had to listen to him. 

Taehyung is absolutely bewildered by Jimin’s behavior. Never in his life did he think that the older prince, his older brother , would ever resort to violence like this. Even if he was taller, he never used his size against Jimin’s smaller stature, because in his mind, family should never raise their hands to each other. No one should lay their hands on another without good reason, for that matter. And yet, Jimin never hesitated to let their fights escalate, leaving marks on Taehyung’s arms during particularly bad fights.

Not only is he hurt and angry, but he’s also busy trying to make sense of the situation. It was only fair that Taehyung would get the chance to prove himself as a proper heir to the throne, so Jimin’s anger was irrational. He can’t help the way he stares at Jimin as he passes by, thoughts flying through his head.

Currently, Jimin was sitting in the common room creating some plans for himself and Taehyung just happens to walk past him. Of course, he couldn’t help but give Taehyung a bitchy, rude glare from across the room and stare him down. “What are you looking at?” Jimin mumbles under his breath.

“Nothing,” Taehyung grumbles in return. “Just at another insolent prince who can’t keep his goddamn hands to himself.”

He knows he shouldn’t goad Jimin like this, especially knowing that the elder wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him, but he can’t help it. The frustration had built up over time and he couldn’t control it even if he tried.

“Aw, you’re still mad because of what happened?” Jimin puts his paper down, showing a faux expression of sympathy and sadness. It was egging on Taehyung’s frustration, being as condescending as he possibly could be. Wanted to test Taehyung like how he would do to him. “Kings are supposed to be strong, aren’t they? A little scratch shouldn’t hurt you.” Jimin lets out a dry chuckle, standing up from the table and walking over to Taehyung to bother him some more. He knew his presence in tense situations like this pissed Taehyung off more, so why not rile him up now.  “But, what do I know? You could be too soft for it. It’s okay though, you could always be a servant. There are spots open for that.” Jimin pushes past Taehyung, their elbows colliding as the pain hurts both of them. He doesn’t show it, just winces, and presses a hand onto his shoulder.

“It’s not quite becoming of a future ruler to be so aggressive,” Taehyung grits out, hand flying up to his shoulder to ease the pain. “If you already are so violent with your own kin, then God knows what you’re willing to do to your people. Will the kingdom even be safe under the likes of you?”

He resists the sudden urge to go on and hit Jimin, pull on his hair, and slam him to the ground. It would be so easy to do it, his tiny body would crumple so wonderfully under his palms. But Taehyung just inhales and exhales, gritting his teeth to keep his frustration at bay.

"You don't know anything about becoming a future ruler, so don't try to lecture me about anything." Jimin spat, turning back to look at Taehyung in the eye. He wants to hit him again, just by the tone of his voice; but he decides to just leave him alone. He needed to start controlling his anger. Or, at least, that's what his father said. "The kingdom will be safe because they will have an experienced man ruling over them. Not some disdainful, self-righteous imbecile like you."

Jimin turns away to get something from a nearby cabinet, and he walks past Taehyung, going to sit down at their table. "I'm really, really trying to stop blowing up on you, but you make it impossible." He says quietly. "You just don't know when to leave me alone!"

Taehyung scoffs and goes to sit at the table, pulling out his own folder full of files he needed to go over. Treaties from other kingdoms, requests from colonies for supplies, border conflicts that needed to be addressed. He distantly wonders if Jimin had the same sort of workload or if their father divided his own workload amongst his sons. But it doesn’t quite matter. “Well, you must not be trying hard enough if a glance is enough to make you start mouthing off for no reason.” He keeps his gaze off of Jimin this time, focusing on organizing his work into neat little piles. “It’s rather stupid for you to be underestimating someone who has just as much of a right to the throne as you do. It’s as if you didn’t hear what Father told us a week ago.”

"It's not just the glance. It's you purposefully trying to piss me off. You always do it on purpose, and that's what makes me mad." Jimin scribbles something onto his paper, then turns it to sign a couple of other papers with a black pen. Jimin runs his hands through his hair, stressing out from how he was consumed by the amount of work his father gave him. He had a lot of stuff to do today, and Taehyung pestering him wasn't helping. 

"Father was just trying to make you feel better," Jimin looks up from his paper for a second to smirk. "He knows that I'm capable of it because I'm simply the best. You're too immature for the crown." At least, that's what Jimin thinks. Right now, he thinks the position belongs to him. He has no idea what his Father wants, though.

“God, someone definitely needs to knock you down a peg. The bigger your head gets, the more likely you are to topple over, dead brother.” Taehyung can’t help but snort at the mental image of a red-faced, bobble head Jimin falling over. It’s enough to ease his anger for the time being, and he looks through his papers before beginning to sign off on the simpler treaties and leaving the more complicated ones for their father to look over later.

Jimin would probably throw a fit if their Father told him directly that Taehyung had just as much of a chance to rise to the throne as Jimin did, regardless of who was older. It should be obvious, really, considering that, if Taehyung genuinely had no chance, he wouldn’t even be allowed to dabble in the politics involving the kingdom. But Jimin is far too dense and self-assured to come to that conclusion.

“Shut up, Taehyung! Jesus Christ!” Jimin raises his voice, loud enough for it to echo off of the walls. He’s had enough of hearing Taehyung talk, having him sit next to him and patronize him like this. The elder puts a hand on the stack of papers Taehyung was signing, pushing it off the table in anger just to spite him. “Why are you even sitting next to me? When you know you’re gonna piss me off?” He didn’t care if some of Taehyung’s files got ruined, he should’ve thought about that before coming to sit with him. “Someone needs to knock you out in general, ‘n it’s gonna be me if you don’t stop.” 

Jimin’s threats were adorable, he was definitely tinier than his brother, so the threats didn’t have much volume to them. It was just him trying to put Taehyung in his place. And Taehyung would have found it cute if he wasn't so angry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Taehyung scrambles to pick up the papers, frantically checking them to see if any were permanently ruined. Thankfully, they were just creased. 

Annoyed, he straightens them out with his fingers, neatly putting them back where they belonged. “I’m really, genuinely starting to lose my fucking patience with you. You’re really gonna let a few jabs here and there risk screwing up state affairs? Huh? You think Father is going to let you rule if he catches wind of how you keep meddling?” He hisses through his teeth. If Jimin didn’t stop he would most definitely do something he might regret.

“It’s not a few jabs, all you do is bother me!”  Jimin raises his voice louder, dropping his pen on the table and standing up, “I am gonna be the king, no matter what you tell father. He thinks I’m good enough anyway!”

Taehyung thinking that he had a chance against Jimin didn’t sit right with him. His spoiled mindset made him think that everything belonged to him and he would get everything he wanted. If he didn’t get the top spot, he doesn’t know what he would do. 

Being a prince wasn’t enough for him. It didn’t settle within him, he wanted more. He always wanted more.

You’re the one who's screwing up things around here! All you do is rile me up and then try to pin it on me!” As if nearly ruining Taehyung’s papers wasn’t enough, he shoves Taehyung as hard as he can, and Taehyung topples to the floor. Regret immediately floods Jimin when he realizes that perhaps he'd gone too far-- especially with the look that Taehyung gives him. "Wait-- shit. I'm sorry, Taehyung, I didn't mean to-"

Oh, that is it. Taehyung thinks to himself. He has the patience of a goddamn saint to even put up with shit like this for this long. 

Jimin may be older but Taehyung couldn’t just sit there and fucking take it anymore, age be damned. Consequences be damned.

He stands up and immediately shoves Jimin back, pushes him until the smaller prince hits the wall. Evidently, he can’t think straight anymore, too blinded by his anger to think logically. His fist balls into the fabric of Jimin’s tunic, and he slaps his brother. The hit is quick, firm, and clean, making a crisp sound upon impact. Taehyung feels so much bigger and stronger now. It’s clear that he’s absolutely fed up. “I’ve had enough of your shit, brother .” He growls, dark and lethal. “Raise your hand at me once more and I’ll make sure you won’t even get a chance to sit at the throne.”

Jimin winces at the impact of his back hitting the wall hard, eyes widening as Taehyung has him pinned. Once Taehyung slaps him, the sensation stays and it stings in his cheek, making his tan skin glow with a red tint. "What the hell, Taehyung-- I'm sorry--I said I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it!" The elder stutters out. He's helpless under Taehyung, tugging at his hand pathetically. Eventually, after pulling for a minute, he manages to pry Taehyung's large hand off of his tunic, the collar and torso area of his shirt all ruffled up and wrinkly now. He doesn't say a word, doesn't even make eye contact with Taehyung anymore as he's too afraid to do so.

“You didn’t mean to do it? So were the rest of the times you fucking hit me an ‘accident’? Is that what you’re saying?” Taehyung absolutely loves how Jimin cowers under him now, afraid. As he should be. He wouldn’t have had to resort to this if Jimin wasn’t so insolent and violent but Taehyung was glad to be the one to put this spoiled prince in his place.

The red tint on his cheek from getting hit is oddly adorable. Taehyung’s gaze flickers to it, an unknown emotion bubbling in his chest. Not guilt or anger. Just… something. 

Puzzled, he pushes away from Jimin, rougher than he’d intended to. “Don’t bother me again.” Is the last thing he says before he goes back to his work, trying to shove down whatever was forming in his heart.

The next day, Jimin was busy. He didn't have time to be fighting with his brother, but the way he had put his hands on him yesterday had scared him...in a way. It made him angry, of course..but scared him more than anything. He didn't think that Taehyung would physically retaliate back. But it doesn't matter, it's over now. Jimin would still defend himself no matter what, but he knew now that he would have to fix his attitude or he would get himself hurt. There was no telling what Taehyung, of all people, would do. His back still aches from yesterday, and on his face, there's a small bruise forming on his cheekbone. Nothing too big. 

Jimin had been out most of the day, going to surrounding colonies and making sure things were alright, just how he wanted. They were, of course, with his amazing plans. But, one colony just wasn't the way he wanted it to be. He had specifically told his workers that he wanted a forest in the outskirts of the West Colony to be removed. It made the land look horrendous, plus it was getting too crowded. Jimin needed more land to be built there so they could accept more people into the kingdom.

When he came back the following morning, the forest was still there, untouched, and his workers went on about how Taehyung told them not to damage the forest. Jimin didn't realize that the forest was helpful to the colony, he just wanted it to be taken down for aesthetic and living purposes. In a blind rage, he fires the group of workers he specifically told to do their job, and he heads back to their castle in a hurry. 

Jimin kicks off his shoes, stalking around the palace to finally go to Taehyung's room. He doesn't hesitate to open the door roughly, pushing his way in. "What did I fucking tell you about changing my ideas?!" Jimin doesn't stop to listen, he just takes something off of Taehyung's dresser to chuck it at him on his bed.  "First, you destroyed my dam. Now, you told my workers that they shouldn't do what I tell them to fucking do?!" The elder raises his voice.

"I specifically told them that I wanted the forest taken down so we could move more people in, and now I hear that you told them to not cut it down because it would 'ruin the colony'? Who do you fucking think you are, Taehyung? What I say, goes. You fail to realize that!" Jimin's fists are bawled, and he takes one to hit Taehyung with a strong force.

Taehyung had been expecting to have a relatively peaceful and calm day for the most part. Everything he needed to work on was in the process of getting taken care of, so a little break day wouldn’t hurt at all. He had spent a good portion of the day simply lounging in his room, reading or writing while enjoying the cool breeze coming in from his window.

But of course, he couldn’t have anything good for too long, when his brother barges in and starts screaming at him like a goddamn maniac, throwing his things all over the place. Taehyung only watches in surprises, not quite sure what he should do-- until Jimin hits him again.

He’s not going to just lay down and take it, of course not. So with an annoyed, angry scowl, he stands up and hits Jimin back. Softer than the hit that he received, but hard enough to sting. 

“The forest you tried to get cut down would have ended up leaving them with no animals to hunt, you dense buffoon,” Taehyung hisses, keeping his voice down in case anyone else was listening. The maids in the castle did tend to gossip after all. “You want to move more goddamn people in, but you aren’t even thinking of the welfare of the people that are living there now! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Jimin lets out a cry as the pain stings, raising up his other arm to hit Taehyung back. He does it with all of his might, to show how pissed off he was. "Well fucking thanks to you, those idiots are out of a job!" He says, completely ignoring the fact that Taehyung probably could've been right. No, he wasn't gonna give Taehyung that satisfaction of being right, so he continued to form responses in his head and to be stubborn. 

"Their welfare is fine! Plus, there still would've been cows, and other stuff they could eat. We could always get food from the other villages! Those trees are horrendous, and people are moving to our colonies because they know that I know what I'm doing!" he spat. "See what happens when you go behind my back and change my ideas?! Everything gets ruined, because of you. I hate you!" He hits Taehyung once more, this time slapping him across the face, uncaring of how it might've hurt him.

Taehyung is beyond exhausted. He’s so goddamn tired , so tired of Jimin fucking hurting him, tired of having to worry about those villages, the people in it, tired of all the responsibility that makes him unable to even have a day to himself. All of this is because of Jimin-- if the prince wasn’t so stubborn, all of this would’ve been easy.

“These villages are supposed to be self-sustaining! They can’t just keep relying on other villages to supply them with food!” Taehyung knows he’s practically talking to a wall at this point, and god, he’s so angry. He pushes Jimin, curls his hand into the prince’s hair and tugs at it furiously, easily tossing him around until the prince hits the bed. “I’m so fucking sick of you,” 

He climbs on top of Jimin to keep him pinned down, grips his jaw tightly to keep the prince’s gaze on him. “All you do is walk around here like you own the place just because you’re so sure that you’re going to be king.” He slaps Jimin on the face, and it’s easier to do so now that the elder was pinned beneath him. “I hate you so goddamn much, you insolent fuck.”

Jimin gasps once he's shoved onto the bed, pinned down with swiftness as he kicks his legs under Taehyung, frantically wanting to be let out from under him. "Fucking--stop it, Taehyung!" His face is bright red, anger still boiling in his stomach. He kicks at Taehyung's thigh, but the younger prince was just way bigger than him, so he didn't budge. "I am sure of it! And you fucking know I'm gonna be king, so quit trying to--" His words are cut off when Taehyung slaps him, harder than the first time he did yesterday. It stings like hell, making Jimin wince and hiss loudly. 

He can feel his face get hot, and his vision gets blurry from the tears welling up in his eyes. The red spot on his cheek accompanies the bruise on his cheekbone."Taehyung," he cries out, blinking once as a tear runs down his cheek. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to say anything more-- he was too afraid to, anyway.

“Shut up,” Taehyung growls, hitting Jimin on the other cheek. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. ” He accentuates each angry syllable with another hit, switching between each cheek. Taehyung didn’t even give a shit if Jimin’s face would be bruised by the next day. “You’re so fucking annoying, I can’t stand listening to your goddamn voice anymore. All you do is bitch about everything, all because you’re insecure and feel the need to overcompensate.”

Looking at Jimin now, he looked like the farthest thing from a future King. He looked so small and pathetic, and Taehyung just felt powerful. The unknown feeling from last week bubbles up in his chest again. Could it just be the thrill of being in a position of power?

The way Taehyung growls into Jimin's face makes Jimin cower even more, trembling slightly under him. He couldn't hide that he was scared anymore, not when his younger, much larger brother was looming over him and cussing him out. Big, fat tears fall down Jimin's cheek, falling out every now and then when he blinked. "Taehyungie," Jimin whines. The nickname falls out of his mouth subconsciously, sniffling as he thrashes under him. He looked pitiful like this, but so beautiful. The tears and the color of his face make him look like a piece of artwork. 

No, it couldn’t just be the thrill… Not when Jimin was looking at him with those teary eyes. 

“I should just stuff your mouth full, shouldn’t I, brother? Maybe then you’d stop yapping.” Taehyung thumbs at Jimin’s thick lower lip, eyes glazed over. He feels almost lightheaded, doesn’t know where these emotions are coming from. But God, does Jimin look the best when he’s like this.

The slaps sting tremendously and all Jimin can do is just sit there and take them. He squirms under Taehyung pathetically, sobbing quietly as he can't take it anymore. "No, no, Taehyung! I-I," Jimin can't even finish his sentence as he bursts out into tears, terrified of what Taehyung was planning to make him do next. Didn't even know what he meant.

Taehyung grips Jimin’s jaw once again, so tight that he’s sure that’ll bruise too. He’s acutely aware of their position now-- Taehyung’s thigh between Jimin’s spread legs, the rest of their upper bodies pressed flush against one another. It’s warm, even with the cool breeze flowing into the room. Taehyung feels his heart speeding up.

“We used to be so close, Jiminie,” He sighs tenderly. With his free hand, he gently wipes away Jimin’s tears. “What made you become so mean to me, hm? I thought I was your baby bear, that you’d never hurt me.” A flair of sadness erupts in Taehyung’s chest but he stifles it quickly. His hand moves down to Jimin’s mouth again, thumb smoothing over his lower lip. “Tell me, brother.”

"Nothing happened. To me, at least." Jimin says, eyes averting from looking at Taehyung. He didn't want to start crying again, especially with Taehyung's statement. No matter how mean he would be to him sometimes, he had a soft spot for him somewhere deep down in his heart. "You started it, all of it." 

It's easier to blame Taehyung, but they were both at fault. "Now look at what you did, you bruised me all up and Father's gonna think I got mauled," Jimin says, words barely understandable as he's sniffling, letting stray tears fall down his face. "You let this little competition come in between us."

“You hit me first.” Taehyung says matter-of-factly. “And who cares if Father sees? He knows that you’ve been violent with me for the past week. You couldn’t even contain yourself in front of me. You hurt me far more. I gave you so many chances to stop and you didn’t And you’re still being a stubborn little thing now.” He continues smoothing over Jimin’s bottom lip, almost affectionate in the way he does it. “Even if you’ve been far rougher with me, maybe I was a little too rough with you, wasn’t I?” 

Before he can stop himself, he leans down and gently pecks Jimin’s wet, bruised cheeks. His own lips move tenderly against the soreness, as if trying to soothe it. “You’re so, so tiny, Jiminie… You shouldn’t be trying to hurt other people if you can’t defend yourself.”

Jimin winces as Taehyung kisses his forming bruises, hissing at the slight pain. His face twists into a grimace. Taehyung had never been this affectionate before, rubbing a finger on his thick, pink bottom lip and kissing all over his face. Especially not after the fights they had. So why was he acting like this now? Jimin squirms under him, flinching away from the affection. "I can defend myself. You know I can," He crinkles his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He uses his palm in a weak attempt to push Taehyung off of him. "What are you doing?" Jimin speaks softly, pawing at his shirt. "Okay, Taehyung. That's enough. Get off of me."

“Hm.” Taehyung pretends to ponder it. “No.” And that’s that. Being on top of Jimin like this is nice. Jimin’s tiny hand pawing at his shirt is cuter than it had any right to be. 

In all honesty, he thinks he might be out of his mind. If he were in a proper state of mind, he’d blame it on some sort of sickness, step away from Jimin and pretend none of this ever happened, but he didn’t want to do that now. “You’re so cute,” He murmurs distantly. “Cute little prince who thinks he’s going to be a proper ruler.” He doesn’t even try to stop himself when he continues kissing Jimin’s cheeks, getting so close to his lips that he kisses the corner of his mouth.

Taehyung's words now compared to what he said earlier were confusing, all of them had Jimin's head spinning. He didn't know why Taehyung was kissing him like this, so romantic and soft, why he was looming over him like they hadn't just had one of the worst fights they'd ever had.. Had him pinned down just to kiss him. 

"Leave me alone!" Jimin cries out, raising his voice a little. He felt something simmer in his stomach, the kisses made him feel… something. But he doesn't let it take over him, no. It was wrong. This was wrong . "You can't kiss me like this, Taehyung! We're siblings. Get off of me!" Taehyung kisses dangerously close to his lips, and Jimin was afraid that one of the maids would walk in and catch them.

But Taehyung doesn’t want to stop, so he doesn’t. He keeps kissing Jimin, eventually becoming more and more frantic. Part of him is too nervous to kiss him on the mouth right now. It’d make things a little too real. Right now his mind was in the clouds, simply enjoying being this close to his brother. Didn’t care about how taboo it was or if they’d even get caught. Let the entire fucking kingdom see, he didn’t give a shit.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, brother.” He could tell that the blush in his cheeks wasn’t just from getting hit anymore. All Jimin was doing was squirming, no actual attempts to push him off. “You used to let me kiss you on the cheeks all the time. What’s wrong with doing it now?” He knows damn well that it isn’t the same-- but still.

“I don’t, I don’t,” Jimin was lying, just a bit. The kisses made him feel something about Taehyung, that he never felt before. A feeling that was different from when Taehyung kissed him on the cheeks as kids. Taehyung would love to do that, kiss his older brother’s chubby cheeks, and poke at them. Jimin would love it too, the feeling of physical affection of his brother was oddly calming, especially on lonelier days they'd spend within the confines of the castle, with no one else but each other. Sometimes, Jimin would even kiss him back. But now, after everything that’s happened between them, it was different. Especially with how Taehyung was frantically kissing him. “It’s different from when we were babies, Taehyungie,” Jimin breathes, weakly shoving at his chest and staring into his eyes. 

He gets lost in them for a second. They were beautiful, and he never really took a second to admire Taehyung like this. Close up, just the two of them. Alone. 

Jimin licks his lips, pulling Taehyung in for a full kiss on the lips this time. It’s slow, and Jimin hesitates at first. But he melts into it, eyelashes fluttering shut.

The kiss practically opens the floodgates for Taehyung. At first, he couldn't believe it’s happening, but a few seconds of their lips touching was enough. He pulls away a bit, slightly stunned. They’d actually kissed. Dear God .

He stares into Jimin’s eyes a bit, still sees that bit of hesitation, the nervousness. It’s all justified, of course. Some of his sanity comes back, logic tells him its wrong and he should stop now. But. One last kiss wouldn’t hurt. 

A kiss for him to store into his memory and to hold close to his heart on lonely nights. He dips his head down and presses his mouth tenderly against Jimin’s. Nothing but a soft kiss. He holds it there for a few seconds before pulling away. Never did he think that he’d be able to know what those plush lips would taste like.

And with that, a few more fragments of his sanity return and he shoves his emotions deep deep deep inside. Swallowing thickly, he gets up, knees shaking a bit as he does so.

Jimin was just about to start kissing Taehyung back again, but his brother pulled away before he had the chance to. His eyes widen a bit, sitting up on the bed as Taehyung pulls back.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung breathes out. “I-- I don’t know what that was... Let's-- god , please leave, Jimin.”

Jimin doesn't make eye contact with him, scratching behind his head awkwardly. He made the move first, and he knows he shouldn't have done it. But, the damage has been. He stands up, fixing himself, straightens out his crumpled tunic. He doesn't say another word to Taehyung before he leaves. 

The elder goes into his own chambers, laying down onto his bed and stuffing his face into his pillow, muffling his groans. Letting his feelings all out. It was so stupid of him to do that. He wants to cry, but the tears don't come out. He falls asleep there, letting the events of today wash away and become yesterday's memories.

The spot on the bed where Jimin’s body was is still warm even after he leaves. Taehyung makes sure to lock his door before sinking his own body into that spot. 

He can’t stop thinking about how soft Jimin’s lips were. About how wrong it was, but still so right. And Jimin had kissed him first. That had to mean something. It most definitely did. As he lays there, he distantly wonders if this had been a long time coming, from emotions building up since they were children, or if this was something completely impulsive. 

It didn’t quite matter now-- they had kissed each other. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Taehyung didn’t hate it at all. In fact, he wanted more.

With a sigh, he curls up in his sheets, almost wishing that Jimin was there, instead.

The next few days are awkward, to say the least. 

Taehyung makes the utmost effort to avoid Jimin, all while still focusing on working on things around the kingdom. He cleans up most of Jimin’s messes. Pays the workers he’d fired on the spot with a bag of gold each to compensate for the trouble, sending them off to build a communal granary for three more villages to collectively use and store food for their villagers. The dam gets taken down as well, so water and fish flow back into the village he’d been fretting over previously.

.

All these actions are done under their Father’s name instead of his own because he’d rather not have Jimin barging into his room again. 

He does most of his work in his personal study rather than the common room, too. Eats his meals in his room instead of joining Jimin and their Father in the dining room. He wasn’t ready to look Jimin in the eyes again.

Today, he once again finds himself with nothing to do. He hopes this day off will be much more peaceful than the last. Servants were instructed to notify him if anything important came up, but he was told not to expect much and to take the time to relax. He spends the morning lounging around in nothing but a silk robe and painting, then after lunch, he decides to take a catnap. It’s raining outside, so it’s colder than usual, but Taehyung enjoys the sound of raindrops hitting against the walls of the castle. He drifts off into a light sleep, not once thinking about Jimin, or about how he may be feeling now.

Jimin realizes how distant Taehyung has been these past few days, and of course, he knows the reason why. Though, he doesn't understand why Taehyung was distant over a kiss. It was a taboo one, yes, but it wasn't anything serious. They had both… had their heads skewed on the wrong way. It didn't matter, and shouldn't have mattered at all. 

He also realizes how Taehyung barely speaks to him, only talks to their father, and doesn't sit with them at dinner anymore. It's hard to not notice him being gone when Jimin had grown so accustomed to having him around.

It was like carrying a brick in his pocket for his whole life. He got used to the weight, and when the weight was taken away… He wasn't so sure how to feel about it. Ironically, his heart feels a little heavier with the absence of that weight.

Because he isn't entirely stupid-- Jimin also notices how things in the surrounding villages are getting done, but they've been put in his father's name. It's glaringly obvious that all of it was Taehyung's doing. It doesn't piss Jimin off anymore, especially since what happened a couple of days ago. He can't get mad at him now, he just wants to talk to his brother again. Get this off of their chests so they can go back to… Whatever the hell they were. 

Jimin's sitting in his room, drawing mindlessly on a sketching pad. He drifts off every now and then. The day is winding down and he still has Taehyung on his mind, lingering like a ghost. 

He can't take it anymore. He can't. So, he folds up his sketching pad and lays it on his bed, then leaves his room and sneaks over to the doors down the hall, quietly opening the door to Taehyung's chambers. Jimin can see him laying on his side in the bed. 

The older prince crawls behind him, shaking him lightly and listening to his breathing. "Taehyung?" Jimin says quietly, not sure if he was fully asleep or not. He just wanted to talk to him"Are you awake? I know you are..."

Taehyung’s floating. His mind is somewhere else entirely, too tired and fuzzy to really have any proper grasp on reality. He thinks he might hear Jimin’s voice, distantly. With a soft sound, he nuzzles deeper into his pillow. Something’s shaking him, and he makes a noise of protest, annoyed by the prospect of having to wake up. He grasps blindly for whatever was touching him and pulls it towards himself, unintentionally pulling Jimin along.

Still mostly asleep, he pulls the warm thing into his chest, cuddles it like a pillow. It’s really warm and solid. He’s always slept better while holding something after all. With a satisfied hum, he falls right back into slumber, inadvertently trapping his brother in his arms.

Jimin is surprised by how Taehyung quickly pulls him in his arms, even while he's half asleep with his eyes closed. It's amusing and cute, and he's oddly… not bothered by it. At all. There was nothing else to do but to lay there in his arms. Didn't want to risk waking him up, after all.

The elder prince is much tinier than Taehyung, fitting in his arms and chest like he was meant to be there. He's never felt more content with being small than he does now. He came here to talk, but this would settle for now. He loved doing this, anyway. Who knows when he'd ever get the chance again.

That night, Taehyung sleeps soundly. It’s the most comfortable sleep he’s had in years, really. 

When they were teenagers, they were no longer permitted to share a room. Or, rather, their father deemed that they were too old to be sharing a room and should have their own private quarters like most men do. He remembers being so distraught over not being able to hold Jimin at night anymore, and for months he found himself tossing and turning, heart aching to be close to his brother again. He’d grown accustomed to being alone eventually, but he’s never gotten to fall into a deep, comfortable sleep, always feeling as if something was missing. He doesn’t know if Jimin missed him the same way. Never had the courage to ask.

When the dawn breaks, Jimin wakes up and pulls himself from Taehyung's grip. It was rare for either of them to be up this early unless they had something to do that day. He sits up, running a hand through his own hair, feeling a little groggy. He yawns and turns to look back at his brother briefly, watching him sleep peacefully. Then he leaves to go freshen up a bit, making sure to be cautious about making too much noise.

Taehyung wakes up half an hour later. He feels warm and content, limbs loose and light. He stretches out, his silk robe falling halfway down his arm. The sun is peeking through his curtains, the birds are chirping outside. It’s going to be a good day , he hopes. 

But those hopes are quickly shattered when Jimin walks in. Taehyung stiffens up a bit, staring at the other prince with uncertain eyes. 

"Hi," Jimin breathes, still not knowing if the atmosphere between them was awkward or not from what happened. "I came in here to talk with you last night but, seems like we fell asleep together.." he chuckles lightly, giving Taehyung a hesitant smile.

“What do you mean we fell asleep together?” Taehyung asks, looking away, unable to keep eye contact for too long. “I don’t remember falling asleep with you.” But if what Jimin was saying was really true, then that would explain why he slept so well.

"Oh, don't act like you don't know," Jimin says, rolling his eyes. He can't take any more of Taehyung looking at him as if he was crazy or some random person he was too shy to make eye contact with. They were brothers, for god's sake. "I came in here last night to talk to you, but when I tried to wake you up you pulled me into your grip--and I literally couldn't get up." he chuckles lightly, sitting close to Taehyung. 

He studies Taehyung's facial expression, wanting at least a happy reaction from him. He had been so gloomy and weird lately, probably because he wanted to stay away from Jimin for a while. The elder wasn't going to let up though. "Why are you being so weird?" Jimin sighs. "Just because we..did...something... doesn't mean that you can act weird with me. It'll never happen again, right? So let's put it behind us and pretend it never happened."

Taehyung feels slightly embarrassed by Jimin’s recounting of what had happened, sort of feeling betrayed by his subconscious for seeking out warmth. He’s acutely aware of how the elder prince sits close to him, but he bites his tongue, not wanting to make a scene so early in the morning.

But Jimin saying it’ll never happen again has his throat locking up. All the feelings he’d been trying to taper down for the past few days come back to the surface again. Feelings about how he really, really, really wanted to kiss Jimin again. Maybe slip his tongue between those soft lips, get a good taste, and see if the prince was as sweet as he looked. Maybe he wants them to fight again, just so he has a reason to get angry and kiss him again, kiss him until he loses his breath enough to stop screaming--

“Right,” Taehyung says, his voice clipped. “I guess all we needed was one ‘weird’ thing to happen so you’d stop hitting me and screaming at me for the smallest shit.”

Jimin couldn't believe how Taehyung was acting. So distant, and just so weird. Well, he's been distant before. Especially when they would be mad at each other, but this was so abnormal. he couldn't tell what Taehyung was really feeling; if he wanted to be away from Jimin or if he was just acting bratty on purpose for attention. "Trust me, It's been hard trying to keep my cool with you even if you're not bothering me. I know you've been going behind and trying to change my things, and as much as it pisses me off, I just left it alone. Signing father's name off on the things that you change isn't really the smartest idea." He states.

The atmosphere in the room shifts from tense to awkward, once again, as it has been for god knows how long. He doesn't know what to say next. He worries at his bottom lip and runs a hand through his hair. 

He was fresh out of the shower and smelled like lavender and strawberries, so his scent started to make its way around the room. "Don't give me a reason to hit you and I won't. But, I'm trying to control myself now...for you."

“Why does me doing my job make you so goddamn angry in the first place? And why exactly do you have to always resort to getting physical when I do something you don’t like? Would you do that with other officials from neighboring kingdoms?” Taehyung is most definitely adding to the fire, but really, he doesn’t understand. If Jimin hadn’t gotten so mad at him that day in the first place, they wouldn’t have kissed.

He can smell Jimin from where he’s sitting, and he has to resist the urge to tuck himself into the crook of the prince’s neck and inhale his sweet, fresh scent. He finds his fingers twitching with the urge to push Jimin down and doing just that, but he simply grasps onto the hem of his robe to distract himself. “Brothers aren’t supposed to hurt each other in the first place. Saying you’re ‘controlling yourself’ doesn’t make it any better.”

And now, Jimin's starting to get fed up with his attitude. Again. "It doesn't make me angry, it pisses me off that you go behind my back and change the shit that I do around here," he spat, giving Taehyung an annoyed look. "I wouldn't do all that shit, Taehyung. You know I wouldn't."

He's trying his best, really really trying to not snap again. Getting so easily angry like this makes him seem like a toddler with anger issues, and Father had told him he had to fix them himself to make things right between him and Taehyung again. But, he wasn't really fixing anything internally. This problem he has might stick with him forever. 

"Okay, I don't fucking get it." Jimin scoffs, scooting back a couple of inches on the bed away from Taehyung to calm the urge of wanting to hit him again. "You complain about me being hotheaded, and then when I try to come in here and make myself--I dunno, seem less of a hothead, you work me up again? Like you're doing right now? What do you want from me, Taehyung?"

Taehyung could name a hundred things he wanted, and all of them were unorthodox. His gaze flickers to Jimin’s lips, and he forces himself to turn away. “What I want is for you to stop getting angry when I clean after your fuck ups.” He says simply. It’s obvious that Jimin is getting angrier by the minute, and somehow he doesn’t feel scared about it at all. “Our goal as princes and as potential leaders of the kingdom is to do things to help our people. Sometimes that involves picking up the slack for each other. If it came down to it, if you fixed something that I fucked up unintentionally, I’d be rather thankful than being angry.” And he was being completely truthful in that regard. “Seeming less of a hothead isn’t the issue. You have to find a better way to cope with your shit rather than letting it out like that. It’s improper, and it’s been the cause of all our fights recently.”

Jimin grabs Taehyung's shoulder, forcing the younger to look at him. He was tired of Taehyung giving him the cold shoulder. He wanted to fix this, all of this, but his anger was, once again, getting the best of him. "I don't need you to clean up after me! That's the thing!" One thing Taehyung did that Jimin hated was coddling him like a baby. The most annoying thing ever, considering that he was the eldest. 

"I don't need your help. At all . I can do things by myself! You don't need to go around fixing things. The tasks that I'm assigned are assigned to me for a reason." he says, "Because Father knows I'm capable! You say you're so stressed out and you're tired of picking up after me? Use your fucking brain and stop going behind my back and fixing my shit. I'm not a fucking little kid, I don't need your help. Work on the shit that you're assigned. Stop making things harder on yourself." Jimin couldn't believe that Taehyung was trying to turn it back on him, again. As if he was begging Taehyung to fix his 'mistakes.' Please. "Stop instigating fights, and maybe I wouldn't have to be searching for a different way to cope."

“See? You still don’t fucking get it.” Annoyance effectively overshadows Taehyung's thoughts about kissing Jimin. “You’re so prideful that you can’t accept that simply fixing things that have to be fixed is part of the responsibility that comes with being a King. You’d really go as far as fucking ruining your relationship with your own brother to preserve your stupid pride.”

Taehyung gets off the bed, unable to bear being so close to Jimin. His jaw clenches with frustration. To distract himself, he opens his wardrobe and looks for something to wear for the day. “You might as well just leave now if you’re not willing to do the bare minimum of just not fucking hitting me when you’re angry. We both know what the issue is now.”

Jimin's had enough of Taehyung, and maybe now he would listen to his orders. "Fine. Y'know what? Fuck you." he storms out of Taehyung's room, slamming the door behind him as he felt something linger deep in his chest. Sadness, confusion, and maybe some love. He pushes whatever it is back down and he goes into his room for the rest of the day, not wanting to be bothered by Taehyung, or anyone else by that matter.

----

The next few days are hard. Extremely. All they do now is fight each other, but not in the same way they used to. There isn't really any violence, maybe a couple of light shoves or hits here and there, but nothing too crazy like the shit Jimin used to do. 

The verbal arguments were the worst. 

God, Jimin was so riled up by Taehyung that he would have to say the worst things to him to make him evenly angry. He didn't want to be the only one seething. Jimin could barely take it. He's trying, really trying to not be such an asshole, but Taehyung pushes him to his limit. It's almost like he wants him to get pissed off. He doesn't and will never understand why. Why can't he just be a normal brother for once?

The fights were weighing down on Taehyung too. He couldn’t understand why it was just so goddamn hard for Jimin to suck it up. Violence should never be an option, no matter how angry you are-- but this so-called future King didn’t seem to realize that. Even if Taehyung was intentionally riling him up.

Right now, they're in the royal gardens fighting about something that had absolutely nothing to do with the kingdom. Like most of their arguments had been, over petty shit. Yelling at each other about how annoying they were, how they hated each other, all of that stuff. They were supposed to be tending to the plants and picking fruits, but instead, they wasted their time bickering. 

Jimin is walking a couple of feet in front of Taehyung, not wanting to be next to him because he'd probably tackle him in this field. "How many times do I have to tell you to shut the fuck up? We came out here for a reason, so stop being an idiot and do your job!" he yells at him, uncaring if anyone else heard him or not.

The younger prince walks a few feet behind Jimin, jaw clenched as he holds onto his half-full basket of fruits. “If you don’t wanna hear what I have to say then just don’t listen, dummy,” he grumbles. His arms are a bit sore from the work they’d done so far. Not too bad, but just enough to aid in making him even more irritated by Jimin’s temper. He himself didn’t get mad all that often, so he’d never understood how Jimin had such a short fuse.

"It's hard to not listen to you when you have such a big mouth and you're always messing with me." Jimin spat, kneeling down into one of the bushes to pick out fruits. He gets the ones that he sees fit, and he even keeps one of them for himself because they just look so fresh and tasty. He puts some in his own tiny basket, then throws the other ones into Taehyung's basket. 

“If you stop yapping you’d probably be able to actually carry shit around instead of making me do it.” Taehyung sets down the basket and reaches for a few ripe apples hanging on the lower branches of a tree. “Or are you just too short and weak to carry anything?” He taunts, not even sparing the prince a glance. Doesn’t need to look to know that his statement would have Jimin absolutely fuming.

"You carry it because I told you to. And you listen to what I say, so you better stop complaining before I make you carry this one too." His little taunt had sent Jimin over the edge. He drops his basket, walking over to Taehyung and getting so close to him that their chests almost touch. "Mind your fucking business and stop talking to me. We have a job to do, and I'm not gonna let you ruin this beautiful day because you wanna start a mess."

Taehyung’s breath gets caught in his throat as Jimin comes close to him. From here he can smell Jimin’s scent, the fresh lavender from his shower earlier, and a bit of sweat from the work they’ve done so far. There’s also sweat beading on his neck, and Taehyung almost wants to dip his head and lick it up himself. God help him. Even if Jimin was being absolutely unbearable he still couldn’t help but think of him that way.

Get the fuck away from me, He panics in his head, wanting to get the thoughts out before he acts on them. In the process, he almost ends up pushing Jimin away, but fortunately, the prince turns away before he can do something impulsive. 

Jimin takes a few steps away to bend down and pick up his own basket. "It's almost like you love arguing with me. You know, you would think that if you didn't wanna hear my bitching, you would leave me alone and stop saying shit that would piss me off. But, you're too much of a dumbass to think of that." 

Taehyung takes in a shaky breath and goes back to pick more fruit. “Maybe I’m trying to get you angry enough to leave because I can’t fucking stand being around you.” He mutters darkly. It’s a lie. But Jimin was being fucking terrible as of recently, it was hard to not be snarky when it was so easy to get him mad.

Jimin starts laughing at Taehyung's comment. He doesn't say anything for a couple of seconds, just plucking the fruits off of the tree and swiping off any extra dirt that was on there. He starts to get tired, so he puts the last few he had picked up on the way and turns to Taehyung again. "I'd believe that, if you weren't such a bad liar," he says simply. 

He gets closer to Taehyung, again, to just see his expression of panic. It was annoying how he treated Jimin as if he had some disease and he couldn't be close to him, but whatever. More amusement for him. "If you can't stand being around me, why follow me everywhere I go, hm? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're obsessed with me." he shrugs lightly, sticking out his lower lip in a small pout. "Maybe our little kiss still has you shaken up. You wanna do it again, but you just don't know how to ask me for it." He makes direct eye contact with Taehyung again, his gaze shifting from his lips to his eyes repeatedly.

“You’re fucking delusional ,” Taehyung hisses defensively. He’s defensive because Jimin is right. Every time he glances at his brother all he wants is to kiss him, whenever they have a screaming match all he wants to do is mash their lips together to silence him. It’s so deplorable, so disgusting for two brothers to even do that sort of thing, but he can’t help it. He really can’t. He’s tried so hard and nothing works.

He presses his palms onto Jimin’s chest and shoves him back lightly, not wanting to hurt him but just to put distance between them. “I don’t follow you around, we literally get assigned similar shit. And we live together! It’s impossible to fucking avoid you no matter how much I try.”

Jimin immediately goes back to where he was standing before Taehyung shoves him, up close and personal. He doesn't listen to Taehyung, because he knows it's all bullshit. They're both worn out from this push and pull game, and Jimin can do nothing but move on instinct. He notices how beautiful his younger brother was, and he can't help but stare at him with his pretty foxy eyes. He thumbs over Taehyung's lip, nearly pressing it inside of his mouth.

Taehyung almost makes a run for it when Jimin comes up to him again. His heart begins to pound in his ears when Jimin starts thumbing over his lower lip. But like a desperate little thing, his eyes glaze over in response to the touch, almost wanting to open his mouth and let Jimin’s entire thumb slip in. 

"We both know it isn't true, Taehyungie.." Jimin whispers, letting the feeling of love take over him. Something he wasn't supposed to feel for him. Then he presses their lips together, kissing Taehyung hungrily.

Their argument just made Jimin want him more. Fuck, now that he thinks of it more-- it's almost like the names Taehyung calls Jimin arouses him, which was definitely not supposed to happen. 

They were in the secluded part of the garden, trees all over so nobody would see them making out like this.

For a moment, sanity overtakes Taehyung's brain one more time and urges him to run. But just as he’s about to turn away, all the thoughts in his head turn into mush.

Jimin is kissing him. 

He absolutely forgets why he was angry in the first place, why he wanted to run away. All he can think of is Jimin’s mouth, his soft lips. Everything he’d been keeping in for the past few days. He’s too shocked to react at first, but his body knows exactly what to do. A strong arm comes up to wrap around Jimin’s waist, another winding into his hair. 

A few steps later and Taehyung pushes Jimin against the trunk of a tree as he eagerly kisses his brother, over and over, wild and desperate. His tongue dips between those plush lips, his teeth, rub against Jimin’s own tongue. He can taste the fruit that Jimin had eaten just earlier. It’s sloppy and messy and Taehyung just doesn’t care. 

He has to pull away for breath eventually, and as he does, he presses his forehead against Jimin’s. His eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, and he’s practically panting for air. “Jiminie,” He whispers. He goes in for a more gentle kiss, savoring the feeling of Jimin’s mouth.

The way the two brothers kiss each other shows that they both had been wanting to do this again for a while, and it was true. Jimin didn't show it, but he wanted to kiss Taehyung over and over again until their lips were sore and swollen. He shoves his tongue into Taehyung's mouth again, savoring his sweet taste and couldn't stop himself from moaning into his mouth.

Taehyung's arm fit snug around his waist like it was meant to be there. Jimin loved this, and he was too stuck in the moment to care about getting caught. A hand goes up to Taehyung's hair to wind his fingers through it, kissing him slowly, more passionately. 

A couple more minutes of that, and Jimin eventually snaps back into his normal state that wasn't full of lust for Taehyung. He pulls away from the kiss, breathless as he fixes his clothes, dusting himself off and stepping back. "Um," Jimin says awkwardly, cheeks adorably red. "I'm sorry. Just--just pretend that never happened, okay?"

Taehyung pulls himself out of the haze he was in when Jimin pulls away. Except his sanity doesn’t return at all. He thinks Jimin might have just opened the door to something bigger. He looks at Jimin’s flushed skin, listens to his flimsy apology. But Taehyung isn’t having any of it. He pulls Jimin back towards himself, braces the smaller prince against him.

He’s reminded of how no one else was there to witness it, aside from the trees and the birds. This was a little secret they’d share with each other now. 

He presses affectionate little kisses to Jimin’s cheeks, his pouty mouth. “Can’t pretend anymore,” He admits softly, pulling Jimin’s lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it. Jimin feels so warm against him. “I-- I can’t stop thinking about kissing you. And you kissed me first,” Taehyung cups Jimin’s cheek and leaves a few more soft pecks on his mouth. “I don’t want to pretend that it never happened. I wanna keep kissing you. Is… is that okay?” He asks.

Jimin is a little bit nervous, scared that someone was secretly watching them. Of course, it was just them and Jimin was just being paranoid. He's a bit relieved that Taehyung finally admits his feelings to him, lets out a sigh of relief. He felt the same way about Taehyung, and he really enjoyed kissing him. "I like kissing you too," Jimin smiles sheepishly, kissing him back on the cheek. 

"But, kissing is all that we can do," Jimin says firmly, their bodies pressing together. "We can't go farther than kissing...got it?" The way Taehyung had gripped onto his waist earlier, had him thinking that they could've started to do something else alongside making out, so he was a bit terrified. It's not like he didn't like it, but it was still wrong. Risky. Very risky.

“Okay,” Taehyung agrees readily. Of course, a part of him had wanted more, but he would rather not risk having Jimin pull away from him entirely. Doesn’t know how he’ll manage to deal with that. “Just kissing. Got it.” He nods obediently before diving in for another kiss. Now that he could do it whenever he wanted, he couldn’t stop doing it. He would never get tired of kissing Jimin.

Soon enough the sun begins to set, and the two brothers have to make their way back into the palace. Instead of fighting, like they’d done nearly the entire time they were outside, they walk in silence, Taehyung carrying the heavier basket while fighting back a smile.

Of course, the fights don’t end. They’re still princes, still brothers bickering over a position of power. Taehyung does make an effort to keep away from Jimin’s business, but some of the work that the King assigns to him is directly related to Jimin’s minor errors. It shouldn’t be a big deal, Taehyung is always happy to help and pick up on tiny details Jimin might’ve missed, but it’s most likely going to hurt the older prince’s pride. There’s pretty much no way around it. So there were times Jimin would yell at him and get angry, and he’d simply take it. But there was no more violence, at least. If Jimin seemed to be getting too worked up, Taehyung would apologize, soothe the little prince with tender little kisses until he calms down.

.

The biggest thing he had to do for the week was to reject a proposal for a new pub to be built in the city square that Jimin had apparently approved. The thought behind it was innocent enough, of course, Jimin might’ve thought that it would be a good idea to have one built so their citizens would have a place to drink. 

But there were several problems with it. For one, the person that had proposed it was a drunkard from the neighboring kingdom who’d gotten shunned for neglecting his wife and children and spending all his money on beer. Then there was also the issue that the city square was meant for selling food and other essential things, not for recreation. With a heavy sigh, he took one look at the paper and stamped Jimin’s approval with a red mark.

When it gets sent in, he knows that he’ll have Jimin raising hell in his room once again. At least now he’ll be prepared for it.

Another day off, he spends in the privacy of his own chambers again. This time he’s working on a painting of Jimin. It’s raining again, which bodes well for the kingdom’s newly planted crops. He sits in front of his easel, painting the cat-like shape of Jimin’s eyes.

Jimin finds out that his plan had gotten ruined by Taehyung, again. It doesn't piss him off as much as it used to, but he didn't know why Taehyung had to snoop in his business. Jimin had wanted that pub built for entertainment. Some villagers were asking him for it, and of course, he didn't think and he was too much of a control freak, too eager to do something good for the kingdom to realize something with actual use could be built. 

He had been in his room going through papers when he saw that the paper he had signed off on had been stamped with a big red mark. Of course, it was Taehyung disapproving of the order. 

Slightly miffed, he immediately goes to Taehyung's room across the hall and opens the door. He's pissed off, but not enough to start screaming at Taehyung. That is, if his brother doesn't start belittling him and his thoughts again. "What did I tell you about signing off on my stuff?" Jimin says, a tone of annoyance in his voice. "You don't even ask me before you do shit like this. You just do it and send it!" He points to the big fat red mark on his paper, watching Taehyung paint something on the easel.

Taehyung doesn’t even have to turn to see who barged into his room when he hears his door slam open. Calmly, he sets down his paint palette and brush. He thinks about starting on the nose of the painting later, whenever Jimin decides to leave. 

He finally looks at the paper that Jimin is holding. Lo and behold, it’s the proposal he’d been hesitant on disapproving. But the cons of letting it slide were far worse than the possibility of another fight erupting between them. He has an effective way of de-escalating the situation if needed. “Jiminie,” He sighs. “I was just told to use my judgment when it comes to things like screening proposals and such. I don’t think the pub is a good idea.” 

Ah, has he always looked this cute when he’s angry? Taehyung has to bite back a smile at the sight of Jimin’s red cheeks. He liked how red the elder prince got whenever he got mad. “You really have to do background checks on the people that send these in, think about the places where they want stuff to be built at. If you can’t do that, then don’t get mad at me for doing it.” He words it as best he can without getting Jimin angry, but he knows somehow that the prince will find something wrong with what he said.

"It's not about what you think. It's my kingdom, and it's my responsibility to make them happy. I don't need you to coddle me like a baby," Jimin says, internally trying to calm himself down by taking deep, deep breaths. 

He didn't want to fight with Taehyung today, but there was no knowing what his anger could drive him to do. He didn't feel the urge to hit him anymore. Taehyung didn't deserve it, plus, he didn't want Taehyung to blow up on him again. "I don't need to do anything," Jimin says, his tone is the same as a spoiled toddler's. "What you need to do though is to stop snooping in my business. How many goddamn times do I have to tell you that? What do I have to do to get you to listen to me?" It was like talking to a wall with Taehyung, really. And it just pissed him off further and further.

Taehyung was getting irritated. Even with the amount of extended patience he’d gotten, Jimin’s stubborn little personality wouldn’t fade overnight. “You’re not listening, Jiminie.” He says, trying to hold onto the last threads of his patience. Really, he didn’t enjoy fighting, neither did he enjoy making Jimin feel like he was being coddled. 

“I just said that I was told to use my judgment when it comes to proposals like this.” He says it slowly as if to help Jimin process it properly. “Yours just so happened to have more cons than pros. Can you please think a little harder about it instead of jumping to the conclusion that I’m deliberately going out of my way to fuck with your shit? I have a job to do and so do you. Surely there must be better things for you to worry about than getting mad at me for doing my job.”

Jimin's anger begins to bubble in his stomach again, and not in a way that he wanted to. His cheeks are bright red, reaching over to Taehyung's bed to throw a pillow at him from across the room. He could care less if it almost knocked down his easel, it was Taehyung's fault for being annoying. "Don't fucking talk to me like I'm an idiot." Jimin gets closer to Taehyung, walks over to him from the other side of the room because maybe the younger boy wasn't hearing him correctly. "Maybe you're not hearing me. I don't give a fuck if you're doing your job. That's great." he spat. "Your job doesn't consist of you cleaning up my mess. I know how to do that shit myself, and before I even get a chance to you do it for me. Father's gonna think that I'm not capable of fixing my own mistakes because of you." Jimin shoves a finger into Taehyung's chest harshly. It was almost embarrassing how quickly Taehyung came to clean up his mess. He was thankful for it, yes, but he needed to do things by himself. He wanted to look good, after all.

Taehyung startles as his easel almost topples over, but he easily catches it and moves it off to the side before Jimin approaches him. He pushes Jimin’s hand away from his chest, thoroughly annoyed by the action. It’s as if the prince was just being purposefully dense and prideful. “If you’re so fucking capable then why let the mess fester long enough for it to go through the process of coming to me?” He points out. “Again, I literally don’t sit around waiting to correct everything you do. I just do what’s given to me and some of your crap just so happens to make its way to me.”

He stares Jimin down defiantly. His words shouldn’t even be that hard to understand, yet Jimin was letting his own emotions cloud his judgment. “If I don’t do my job, which unfortunately happens to be screening your fuck ups among other things, then I would get in trouble and be seen as incompetent. Mistakes are fucking inevitable, Jimin. Would you throw this much of a fit if it were one of the other royal advisors doing this instead? Hm?” You’re just threatened because it's me. You never want to admit that you’re wrong.”

"Just shut up. Just fucking shut up!" Jimin yells, the sound echoing off the walls. He knew Taehyung was right, but he would rather die than admit that he was-- which is why he was so angry. "You are incompetent! Extremely fucking incompetent. You don't follow my orders or do anything I say, you do what you want to do. Because you think you're so perfect and you know everything when you don't!"

Jimin could hit him right now, with the way he was looking at him. But, he doesn', because he's trying to be the bigger person. Even though he really wants to, to satisfy his anger. "God, I fucking hate you! I'm not a stupid baby, I don't need your fucking help around here and I don't need to be coddled. Stop snooping into my shit. Let me fucking see the mistakes I've made so I can fix them myself." Jimin spits cruelly. "You're doing all of this only for you to not become king. Because I am gonna be king. Not you!"

Taehyung scoffs. “You’re acting like a child.” He says coldly, dismissively. Of course, he couldn’t talk to Jimin properly, ever. Even if he was the older one he kept acting like he was the younger one instead of Taehyung. “I genuinely have no time to entertain temper tantrums.”

And with that, he turns back to pick up his brush and paint palette. “You’re ruining my day off. Get out and don’t bother me until you have your fucking head screwed on straight.” His anger simmers hot underneath his skin, doesn’t know how much more of Jimin’s yelling he’ll be able to tolerate before he blows up again. 

Taehyung had realized at some point that he doesn’t even care about being King anymore, especially not if the power was getting to Jimin’s head like this and making him act so irrational. The cold shoulder would either make Jimin even angrier or snap him back into reality. Either way, Taehyung just wants him to leave.

"I'm not gonna do shit. I don't fucking have to do anything for you." Jimin's fuming now, especially since Taehyung decided to give him the cold shoulder. He was sick of him and his attitude, thinking that Jimin was beneath him and lower than him. Jimin knew what he was doing, he didn't need help from the likes of Taehyung. All of these thoughts are cluttered in his brain, he's seething, and he can't fucking take it. Felt like he was about to explode. 

So, Jimin blows up.

Not in a violent way, but in a way that would alarm Taehyung. In seconds, Jimin stands back and kicks the leg of Taehyung's easel, making it fall over on top of Taehyung along with his paints, uncaring of the mess it made. As soon as he does it, though, he recalls his sanity and his senses, the anger leaving his stomach as he stepped back. The easel was probably broken now. He doesn't say a word, just backing up slowly, trying to see if get out of the room before Taehyung's inevitable rage caught up to him.

Taehyung reacts as quickly as he can to catch his paints and easel. He salvages most of it, the easel remains intact and unblemished, but the same definitely can’t be said about his tunic and some of his other paints. “What the fuck,” He stares at the rare royal purple paint he’d purchased from six kingdoms away that cost a fortune, all splattered on the floor. 

He kneels down to salvage some of it, carefully scooping up what he can back into its container. It only comes up to half. Some of his more common, easily replaceable paint had simply spilled over, and he could just get a maid to clean it up. But that isn’t the point. The point is that Jimin had, once again, resorted to doing something shitty. He might as well have punched Taehyung in the fucking jaw.

Thoroughly angered, Taehyung pulls Jimin by the back of his tunic, tugs him harshly until his small body reels back, and practically throws to the side. Jimin ends up landing on his bed-- and Taehyung would laugh at the convenience of it if it weren’t for how livid he was. He quickly climbs on top of Jimin and slaps him with barely contained rage. He’s seeing red, now, uncaring of whether or not he was going too far. His hand comes down to tighten around Jimin’s neck, cutting off his airflow.

Jimin is surprised and somewhat terrified of how easy it is for Taehyung to throw around his older brother like this. Jimin cowers pathetically, curling up under him just like the last time they had fought. He didn't change, was still deep down afraid of Taehyung whenever he got like this. "Taehyung, fucking sto--!" Jimin yells, his words being cut off by his younger brother's large hand wrapped around his throat. 

Jimin can barely breathe now, his hands gripping onto Taehyung's shirt and tugging at it roughly as Taehyung was cutting off his source of air. He gasps for air desperately, a tear leaving his eye. He wants to speak, but he can't. He wants to apologize or defend himself but Taehyung was just so much larger than him, had more power than Jimin would ever have. God, he looked so pathetic liked this. He felt pathetic . Jimin was nearly on the verge of passing out, kicking his legs frantically as he gasps for air.

Some of Taehyung’s anger fades once Jimin starts choking and squirming beneath him. He lets go before Jimin can pass out. But he’s not fully satisfied yet, of course not. “How many times do I have to keep doing this? Hm?” He asks coldly. Jimin’s expression of fear makes him feel powerful. Though he truly hates hurting his dear brother. So, as if to apologize, he presses a kiss to Jimin’s lips before slapping him again. Jimin’s cheeks, neck, and tunic are smeared with paint now, from Taehyung’s hand. He looks like a work of art. Taehyung imprints the sight of it in his memory.

“I treat you so well, Jiminie… I’m always patient with you, I try to stay out of your mess unless I genuinely need to intervene… But all you do is yell at me and deliberately mess with my things. That was an expensive type of paint you fucking wasted.” He looks straight into Jimin’s eyes. “Do you want me to keep hurting you like this? I thought you loved me. I thought we were fine now. Then you did that. Or.. do you genuinely just want me to leave, huh? Would you rather I go on and take care of other colonies and leave you here on your own? Is that what you want me to do?” 

For as long as they lived, they’ve never been apart for longer than a day. Wherever Jimin was, Taehyung surely would follow, and vice versa. But his patience was waning the more they fought. Taehyung would surely miss his brother, and knew Jimin would fall apart without him, so he wouldn’t actually leave, but he needed to scare Jimin into thinking he actually would.

Jimin wants to shove Taehyung off of him but that would only make things escalate more, and that is not what he needed right now. Finally, he breaks out into tears. Big, fat tears run down his face, whimpering under Taehyung like a little baby. "No, no," Jimin cries out quietly, squeezing his eyes shut to try to stop himself from crying.

The elder brings a hand up to his face and wipes the tears off his cheek, and a wet purple stain joins the side of his hand along with the paint stains on his neck, clothes, and face. "I can't do it alone, Taehyungie. It's too hard." Jimin finally admits. He would never tell anybody else that, but he actually appreciated Jimin helping him. He was too dense to do anything around in the kingdom by himself, and he always made mistakes, evidently. Ones that Taehyung always had to clean up even if he hated to admit it. So, Taehyung had been Jimin's saving grace.

Was Taehyung sick for actually being satisfied with Jimin’s dependence on him? Maybe. But he was just as dependent on Jimin too, even if it seemed like he would do fine on his own. His anger starts to ebb away slowly, watching Jimin cry underneath him like this. He soothes his brother with a soft kiss to the cheek that doesn’t have paint on it. “I know it’s hard,” He murmurs, savoring the taste of Jimin’s salty tears. “So stop pushing me away. Don’t give me reasons to leave you.”

His hands move down to Jimin’s small waist, and he nudges his hips between Jimin’s thighs, pressing against him. “I love you so much, Jiminie. I don’t like getting mad and hurting you. But you know why I did it.” He says firmly. He accompanies it with a firm kiss to Jimin’s lips. Jimin’s tunic had ridden up a bit, revealing skin, so Taehyung took the opportunity to slip his hands under it. Not too far, just over his tummy, his soft little hips. “I want you to apologize.”

Jimin nods obediently, never wanting Taehyung to leave him. In all honesty, he did depend on Taehyung a lot and even though his actions around the kingdom pissed him off sometimes, they were really helpful. Jimin was just always in too much of a blind rage to see it, Taehyung basically did all the work for him. It was better like that anyway. He did feel bad for making him do extra work though. "I love you too, Taehyung," Jimin says quietly. "I'm sorry."

His eyes widen a little bit once he can feel something nudge in between his thighs. He looks down, and Taehyung's pressing up against his clothed cunt in the pants he was wearing. He's pressing into his cunt slightly too, enough where Jimin could feel his bulge. This made butterflies flutter in his stomach. "Um, Taehyung. You-you're-" Jimin can barely speak, too busy kissing Taehyung.

Oh, Taehyung knows exactly what he’s doing. He can feel Jimin’s warm cunt even through their pants. Of course, Jimin had said they couldn’t do more than kiss, but he could just act like he was casually rubbing against him. His hands travel up a bit further, caressing Jimin’s sides. “Hm? What is it?” Taehyung asks innocently. 

He doesn’t give Jimin the chance to answer, sealing over any protests the prince might have by kissing him breathless, over and over, biting on his bottom lip. Rubbing their tongues together, all messy and filthy. With that, he starts to grind his half-hard cock against Jimin’s crotch, starting off slow but firm. He keeps kissing Jimin to distract him, maybe coax him into accepting how good it feels.

Jimin could push Taehyung off of him, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to. His arms are fully capable of doing so, but fuck, it felt so good. The elder kisses Taehyung back roughly, sucking on Taehyung’s sweet tongue as his hips moved in between Jimin’s thighs. What they were doing was so wrong and filthy, and it didn’t abide by Jimin’s little rule. He can’t help but moan into his mouth.

The material of the bottoms they were wearing wasn’t thick, they were moderately thin so Jimin could feel everything and he’s sure Taehyung could feel it too. The feeling of his throbbing cock against his pussy was achingly close. They were just one layer of clothing away from full-on friction. This was enough for now, though. Jimin’s cunt gets greedy and desperate, becoming wet quickly. “Fuck, Taehyung, I-“ Jimin can’t find words to finish his sentence, kissing Taehyung in the lips harshly. “Go faster.”

Taehyung grins and obliges with Jimin’s demand, moving his hips faster. His hands go up to Jimin’s bare chest, feeling over the soft skin and thumbing over his nipples. He kisses Jimin’s lips then makes his way down to his jaw, suckling a tiny mark there, small enough that Jimin would be able to pretend it was from something else. He didn’t need anyone getting suspicious about what they were up to, after all. 

He pulls away to look at Jimin’s lust-filled face. “I think I like you better like this,” He hums. Pleasure tingles in his gut and spine. The thought of how close they were to actually fucking was driving him crazy. He’ll have to try it on another day, maybe whisk Jimin away on a little journey under the guise of checking on the Kingdom’s other colonies and fuck him till he can’t walk anymore. “Whenever you misbehave, I’ll just do this to you instead. How does that sound? No more screaming, no more tantrums.” Dipping his head down, he presses a fond kiss to Jimin’s nose. It’s a tender action, contrasting with the sinful thing they were actually doing now.

Jimin could imagine it now, Taehyung fucking into him like a piston, cock throbbing inside of his warm, tight pussy. It’s an arousing thought, but it was so wrong. They shouldn’t have been doing this. Kissing was a bit too much already, but it probably would only escalate from here. Jimin wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist, pulling him in closer so they can create even more friction. He can blatantly feel Taehyung’s cock now against the warmness of his cunt, and his clit is already swollen in his panties. He groans out Taehyung’s name in his ear, loud enough for only the two of them to hear. He didn’t know who else could be listening right through the door.

“Good, good, so fucking good,” Jimin moans breathlessly, his thighs becoming weak as he came closer to his orgasm. “Gonna cum, oh yes, fuck,” His moans are so choppy and slutty as he babbles into Taehyung’s ear.

The thought of getting to do this more often was thrilling. Maybe if Jimin started acting up and misbehaving again, Taehyung could pull his brother into a dark corner of the castle and rub up against him till he turned into the submissive little thing he is now. He could do it with just a hand, and silence all of Jimin’s little sounds with soft kisses. The amount of power Taehyung would have over Jimin like that is absolutely intoxicating. Of course, he’d try his best not to abuse it, but it would just depend on whether Jimin would be good or not.

“Gonna cum just from me rubbing up on you, Jiminie?” Taehyung coos, pinching Jimin’s nipples. “Such a little whore for me.” As power-hungry Jimin could get, Taehyung knew that he’d one day begin to enjoy being powerless, solely under Taehyung’s care. 

Maybe one day he’d step down from wanting the throne and let Taehyung take care of him, or take the crown but always end up sitting on Taehyung’s cock and letting his younger brother sweet talk him into making logical choices. Taehyung doesn’t mind either outcome, as long as he gets to have Jimin like this in the end.

He can feel his own orgasm approaching too, and his hips are rocking hard and firm against Jimin’s to drive them both over the edge.

Jimin’s nipples harden and his lower lip is bitten sore from trying to suppress his moans. His stomach twists and his thighs are weak, meaning that an orgasm could happen anytime. Seconds later and he’s cumming, hard. Taehyung’s clothed cock continued rubbing against him at a quick pace, helping him ride out his orgasm. He let out a string of curses under his breath, moaning Taehyung’s name. He helps Taehyung ride out his orgasm too, pressing a kiss to his lips and letting him moan into his mouth. 

When they’re done, they’re both breathless and tired. Jimin sits up on his elbows, unwrapping his legs from around his waist. “We weren’t supposed to do that,” he says, too embarrassed to look at Taehyung. “I said only kissing. And you know I did.”

Taehyung sends Jimin a boyish grin, pinching his paint-covered cheek. They’d been fooling around for so long that the paint had actually dried. They were in dire need of a shower. “I know,” He sighs, rolling off of Jimin and laying on his stomach next to the prince. “But you asked me to go faster. I wasn’t just gonna say no.” He smirks at the thought of it. 

Jimin looks debauched, with his hard nipples still peeking through the fabric of the tunic. Taehyung leans over and kisses one of the nubs, nipping at it before pulling away. “Anyway… We should probably clea--”

Just as he says it, one of the maids comes in to see the two brothers on the bed, all covered in paint. “Your highness!” She gasps, scandalized by the mess. Oh, the maids and servants would have a hard time scrubbing that off their clothes. “What happened?!”

“Ah, I’m sorry, Jiminie and I were just painting and it got a bit messy.” He sends her one of his charming smiles. “We’ll go clean up now. Sorry for the mess!” And with that, he tugs Jimin out of the bed to leave the room.

Jimin and Taehyung go off to hide in Jimin’s room for the rest of the day, allowing the servants to deep clean Taehyung’s room and getting the paint from off of their floors.  

The two cuddle for the rest of the night, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. 

A month passes and a lot of things change around the kingdom. The fights still happen, but barely. And the ones that do happen aren’t as intense. If they ever did get to the point of getting violent, they had rather unconventional ways of getting closer and de-escalating their arguments. But Taehyung doesn’t mind at all. It’s rather nice to make a habit out of kissing Jimin silly, making him cum when he was being bratty and stubborn over Kingdom politics. 

If he didn’t know better, he’d say the older prince would just act out whenever he wanted Taehyung to put him back in his place. It wasn’t an ideal way to resolve an argument, but Taehyung liked it—so, Jimin went with it. They became closer in the past month, especially with the sexual things they were doing with each other. 

The two are sitting at the dinner table with their father, finally sitting next to each other instead of when they would sit across the table and glare at each other. They’re much calmer, and they don’t fight at the dinner table anymore, either, much to the King's relief. 

“Jimin,” The King calls out for him, and Jimin looks over and responding formally. “It’s about time for you to start thinking about who you will marry. If you’re gonna be king, you need to find another.” The King wipes his mouth with a napkin, putting his utensil down. “I heard you and Prince Kim Seokjin are in good spirits. He’s in the running to become king for his kingdom as well. I think I’d like him to be your husband.” 

Jimin is taken back for a moment, surprised his Father would talk about this so early...not necessarily this early since Jimin was nearing that age. He turned to look at Taehyung, noticing his facial expression had clearly changed. “Uh, Yes, sir. But I don’t think Kim Seokjin is considering me though...I’m not really sure..” Jimin says sheepishly, scratching his neck. 

The King scoffs. “Nonsense. I can see the way you look at him, and the way he’s looked at you when you guys first came into contact. He’d be a perfect husband for you, son. You guys fit very well together.”

That was definitely the last thing that Taehyung expected to hear. It isn't exactly unusual for their father to talk about marriage. They were close to that age, of course, so this was expected, but something about it rubs Taehyung wrong. Logically he knows he can’t stop it, but he can’t help how his expression darkens.

Kim Seokjin is a slimy piece of shit. He’s taken in a group of concubines already, even if he hasn’t risen to the throne yet. Taehyung knows this well, being well versed in the neighboring kingdoms’ politics has gotten him to overhear pieces of gossip, that being one of them. He wouldn’t have cared about it at all, but Jimin was being married off to him? Good Christ.

“Father,” Taehyung murmurs, trying to keep his anger in check. “Don’t you think we should look for more fitting candidates?” He doesn’t know who a fitting candidate would be, but definitely not that prince. Jimin deserved the entire world on a silver platter.

Jimin looks over at Taehyung, furrowing his eyebrows at how he suddenly started acting. He couldn’t be immature here, not in front of his father. “Taehyung. It’s not your choice, it’s me and father’s.” Jimin rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to his father. 

Seokjin was… an adventurous man, definitely, but maybe he had a soft spot for Jimin. At least, that’s what Jimin believed. He would love to get married to the most handsome royal he knew of. He’s so funny and kind, and the way he looked at Jimin that one night at the ball made him want to melt. “Seokjin is a fitting candidate in himself, Taehyung. He’ll treat Jimin well, he’s the perfect candidate for him.” 

“I mean—he’s really handsome, father.” Jimin starts. “I wouldn’t mind marrying him, but that’s if he wants to marry me back.” He didn’t know if Seokjin wanted to settle down, because he’s heard of him going around a lot with other people, but he hopes that Seokjin will at least stay loyal to him. Jimin was a prince, after all... “I think I do wanna marry him, I’ll consider.” he turns to look back at Taehyung, confused as to why he looked like he was seething in his spot. This wasn’t his marriage, it was Jimin’s. He shouldn’t be angry, he should be happy.

Taehyung couldn’t believe his ears. He grasps onto his spoon so tightly that it bends under the pressure, gritting his teeth. Jimin actually wanted to marry that fucking piece of shit? And leave Taehyung behind? Does he even realize how serious of a commitment marriage is, and that Seokjin would just end up using Jimin for an heir and go off to his own concubines every night? No, of course, he wouldn’t know. Or perhaps he does, but he’s just too much of a fucking whore to realize it.

Fine. Taehyung wouldn’t intervene. Jimin could go whore himself out to whatever prince he wanted. “Whatever.” Is all he says, dismissive and cold. He doesn’t even spare Jimin a glance as he pushes his chair back and stands. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve lost my appetite.” He bows to their Father, blank-faced and stoic, before making his way out of the dining room and up to his own room.

Once in the safety of his own chambers, he feels his rage growing steadily. He knows exactly why he’s so angry, and he knows he absolutely can’t act on it. Which makes him even angrier. Jimin is his , goddamnit. Now he was about to get married off and become some fucking incubator for a crappy prince who can’t keep it in his pants. And he was going willingly . He had wanted it. Thinking about it more makes Taehyung want to scream and destroy something. He sits on his bed, tugging at the roots of his hair, trying desperately to calm himself down before he does something that he’ll regret.

Jimin sighs exhaustedly at Taehyung's dramatic exit, and he sits there with his father for another ten minutes and talks to him about Seokjin and other kingdom affairs. When they both finish, they say good night to each other and head to opposite sides of the palace. Then, Jimin goes upstairs to Taehyung's room. He had to set something straight. Taehyung can ruin and sabotage everything else, but he's not going to ruin Jimin's potential marriage with the most handsome prince in the land.

He doesn't knock, he just busts into Taehyung's room, closing the door behind him. "A man like you having a temper tantrum like that ?" Jimin asks snarkily, standing at the doorway. He didn't want to approach Taehyung just yet, because he knew his brother was angry."It's pathetic, Taehyung. Especially over something that has literally nothing to do with you." Jimin folds his arms. "You don't know anything about Seokjin and I's relationship, so why not just fucking stay out of it?!"

Taehyung doesn’t even turn to look at Jimin, knowing it’ll set him off if he does. “I left for a reason, you dense bastard.” He mutters. Surely Jimin couldn’t have been stupid enough to actually think that Taehyung would throw an actual fit in front of their father, right? “Does it look like I’m planning on intervening? You’re the one invading my private space and telling me to stay out of something I hadn’t said shit about in the first place.” 

Even with the sick possessiveness that threatened to take over him, he still tries to keep his feelings locked up. For Jimin’s sake, at least. But if the prince kept pushing it, God knows what he’d be capable of doing. “Go and get married to Kim Seokjin for all I care. Seems like you’re so willing to be a King’s sidepiece, the last choice compared to his band of whores he keeps in his palace. But hey, I suppose your tastes have changed from being an actual king to that .” He laughs humorlessly. “It’s none of my business anyway. Get the fuck out of my room.”

Jimin doesn't listen to Taehyung. Instead, he sits on his bed and gets close to him. He was gonna drill this into this little cunt's head. "Quit fucking calling me dense. I'm not stupid, and I don't need you to make fucking decisions for me." He almost raises his hand to shove Taehyung, but sitting next to him was provoking him enough. He couldn't understand why Taehyung cared so much, it's not like he was his boyfriend. 

"Not that it's any of your business, but Seokjin doesn't see me as a side piece." Jimin spat. "I know he likes me, and he's not just using me for fucking sex. He's kind and sweet unlike you. You're a fucking asshole. And whether I marry Seokjin or not, I'm gonna be the king regardless. Meanwhile you, you have nothing going for you right now. You're a little jealous, aren't you?"

Unfortunately for Jimin, Taehyung’s anger has been building up long enough for him to lash out. 

He practically blacks out from it initially, his body moving on autopilot as he swings at Jimin in the face with a balled-up fist. Then he grabs Jimin by the collar of his shirt and throws him against his dresser with a loud thud. Jimin's entire body jolts into pain as he's thrown against the dresser, the handles digging into his back. The pain makes Jimin nearly cry, but Taehyung still didn't let up after that. Taehyung pushes the prince hard enough until Jimin's tiny body falls onto the floor, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to climb on top of him, eyes burning with fury. He can’t even speak, hasn’t spoken a single word since the initial hit.

He barely registers how he hits Jimin over and over again, on his stomach, his chest. Anywhere that Jimin would be able to hide any bruises under his clothes. It’s unlike any other sort of rage he’s ever felt, mixed with bitter jealousy, and the guilt that already starts to form in his chest. But he’s not done, of course he isn’t.

The punch resonates in his cheek and it might form a bruise with how back his cheekbone was hurting. "Ow, Taehyung! Stop!" Jimin yells out, trying to catch Taehyung's fist in his hands but he could tell that the prince was in a blind fit of rage.

“You think I give a fuck about the throne right now?” Taehyung has his hand fisted in Jimin’s hair. The tone of his voice is gritty, dark, and dangerous. “It was never about being king .” 

It was true-- he really didn’t care about whether or not he was going to be king anymore. All he wanted was to take care of Jimin, regardless of who would be in that position of power. “I’ve been taking care of you for so long and this is the repayment I get. You, patronizing me again. Pushing me to this. Ungrateful little bitch .” He snarls. This was all Jimin’s fault. If he’d just left, like Taehyung told him to, he wouldn’t have lashed out like this. Taehyung made the effort to detach himself from the situation and all Jimin did was add fuel to the fire.

Jimin wants to cry, but he doesn't want to look weaker than he already is. He's close to it though, whimpering and yelling as Taehyung beats on his chest and his stomach. Taehyung had a heavy, large hand so the punches hurt harder than anything. "Taehyung, quit it, please!" Jimin can't help but let small tears run down his cheeks, grabbing onto his arms in an attempt to make him stop hitting him.

Jimin crying wasn’t enough to quell Taehyung's anger, or even lessen it. In fact, it probably just made it worse. Taehyung grips Jimin’s jaw and kisses him angrily. No love or passion in it, not in the same way they’d always kissed each other before. He digs his teeth into Jimin’s bottom lip until the flesh tears, until he tastes the metallic tang of blood on his tongue. Then he pulls away, just to see how it looked. 

The elder prince makes a wounded noise, yelping out in pain as Taehyung basically pulls a patch of skin off of his lip. His stomach, his chest, his face, his mouth...all were in agonizing pain and Jimin couldn't defend himself. He just begins to cry harder, tears falling rapidly down his face. He doesn't even kiss Taehyung back, just whimpering into his mouth and wincing from the cut on his lip.

“You’re mine ,” Taehyung says. It doesn’t leave any room for debate. It’s almost like a warning, as if he was daring Jimin to say otherwise. “You belong to me . You’re not going to fucking getting married to Kim Seokjin. Otherwise, I’ll burn this entire fucking kingdom down. I’ll ruin your life more than that piece of shit ever could. You know I can, I know how this kingdom works like the back of my hand.” And with that, he kisses Jimin again, overcome with his own greed and possessiveness. He’d tried so, so hard to keep it contained, for Jimin’s sake, because really, he loved his brother so much. But he’d been pushed to this. Jimin was the catalyst. 

A hand travels down between Jimin’s legs, rubbing his cunt possessively over his pants. “You were just gonna give this away so readily, hm? All for Seokjin? Do you know how many whores he’s had in his bed? He’ll just ruin you, use you like a toy. I love you too much to do that, yet you insist on throwing this all away for him. I won’t let you.”

Jimin lets out a quiet moan as Taehyung grips onto his crotch area. He shuts his legs tight, trapping Taehyung's hand in between his thighs. Not hard enough to crush his hand, but just to make it hurt. "Already gave it away, you fucking cunt." Jimin hisses, blood falling from his lip. "I fucked Seokjin before, you're too late." he finally admits. He didn't know if Taehyung knew that he wasn't a virgin, but now he knew. Seokjin and Jimin had hooked up after a formal ball, but Jimin decided to keep it a secret. There was nothing he could do about it now.

That should’ve been surprising, but it wasn’t. It explains why Jimin seemed to be so enthusiastic to get married off, probably thought he was special or some other bullshit that Seokjin must have put in his head. If Jimin thought he was making a point with telling Taehyung that, he was wrong.

He pries Jimin’s legs open and tugs his pants and underwear down, just halfway down his thighs. At this point it isn’t about pleasure, or lust, it’s all about power, all about establishing ownership. “He might’ve fucked you before me,” Taehyung breathes out, forcing a finger into Jimin without any prep. Doesn’t care if it burns. “But I’m going to be the last to ever do it.” He dips his head down to kiss Jimin again, bloody and absolutely fucked up. A maid or one of the servants could very well come in and see what was happening, but he didn’t care. He was well beyond the point of caring.

Somehow, even with how angry he is, he can’t help how hard he gets while having Jimin beneath him like this. He’s annoyed by how Jimin’s pants get in the way, so he forcefully rips them apart. Jimin would have nothing to put back on after this.

The elder cries, even more, fat tears falling down his chin as Taehyung had trapped the boy underneath him. The sound of fabric ripping fills up the room, his pants now ruined. His cunt had slickened up the slightest bit from the minimal stimulation, but not nearly enough for Taehyung to shove his long finger in painlessly. "No, Taehyung!" Jimin yelps out in pain, digging his fingernails into Taehyung's arm. Taehyung didn't stop there though, even when Jimin said no. When he shifts, he can feel the bulge between his brother's legs, but he's too busy crying to even acknowledge it.

He can feel Taehyung slip another finger in, stretching out his pussy as he lays there on the floor helplessly, body aching. "Get off of me!" Jimin cries out, loud enough for someone outside of the door to hear. He wants to whimper and moan at Taehyung's fingers prodding at his cunt, but all he could do is whine and cry from the multiple emotions running through him.

“Be quiet,” Taehyung hisses. He seals Jimin’s sounds off with a kiss, bites on his lips gentler than he did earlier. He presses and aims up into Jimin’s spot with his fingers, thumbing at his clit and trying to get him aroused. “If you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll make it hurt.” He threatens lowly.

He never wanted their first time together to be like this. He wanted it to happen in better circumstances, far from the kingdom and their responsibilities. He would’ve made it so good, would have eaten Jimin out till he cried, kissed him as he got fucked slowly and tenderly. But Jimin just had to ruin it all. Much to his delight, after a few minutes of kissing Jimin and coaxing his pretty mouth and cunt open, the prince starts to relax, body unable to resist Taehyung at all. “I love you,” He whispers. “My favorite little prince. I love you too much to let you go. You understand, don’t you, Jiminie? You can’t leave me, ever."

Jimin does shut up, resorting to crying as silently as he possibly can. He wipes his eyes, even though it hurts to do so, and God does he look a mess. They haven't even started yet and he already looks fucked out. Eyes bloodshot from crying, cheeks flushed red and wet, hair a mess. He relaxes though, even with how he feels and he allows Taehyung to touch him. There was no use in fighting back anymore, not if it was at the risk of getting hurt more. He's hesitant with the kisses, but he does kiss back every now and then. It feels too much like he's giving up, but-- what else is he meant to do?

"Everything hurts, Taehyungie." Jimin whimpers like a pathetic little baby. His body felt lax and painful. He doesn't even want to speak, so he just musters up little babbles that he hopes Taehyung could understand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He sounds pitiful, crying out for his younger brother. With the way he was acting, it was almost like he was a baby.

Taehyung’s anger fades a bit more, softening up a bit in response to Jimin’s small apologies. “You won’t try to leave me again. Right?” He asks, kissing Jimin’s sore little cheeks. “I won’t hurt you again if you don’t leave. But if you do, you know exactly what’ll happen.” The gentle tone of his voice contrasts wildly with what he was actually saying. He continues fingering Jimin until he’s properly wet, then he pulls his own pants down to reveal his hard cock.

“I’ll make this good for you, baby,” He sighs, positioning himself at Jimin’s entrance and rubbing his cock through Jimin’s wetness. “Gonna fill you up so good.” He’ll fuck Jimin till he forgets who Kim Seokjin is, till Jimin realizes fully that he can’t ever leave.

Jimin's cunt is sopping wet now, all slick and ready for Taehyung's cock. He brings a hand down in between his hands to rub his clit while watching Taehyung rub the tip across his wet slit. This definitely isn't what they agreed to, but of course, Taehyung always gets what he wants. Jimin watches attentively as Taehyung finally pushes his cock in. His eyebrows furrow, face twisting in pleasure as he lets out a loud groan. Taehyung's cock was stocky and thick, and it stretched out his pretty, pink pussy as he slid himself deep inside of Jimin's tight wetness.

Subconsciously, Jimin clenches his walls around Taehyung's cock as he begins to thrust into his pussy. As if Jimin wasn't already insanely tight, the action made his velvety walls constrict around his cock. It was visible too, every time Taehyung slowly pulled out and pushed back in, he could see the pink skin stretch around his length. "Fucking-- fuck , Taehyung!" Jimin calls out for him.

Jimin feels like an absolute dream. If he hadn’t admitted to letting Seokjin fuck him, Taehyung would’ve thought he was a virgin. It’s a shame that he can’t be the first, but Jimin will never forget. He works his way in, patiently. Pulls out when he’s halfway and inches in with every thrust until he’s filled Jimin all the way. “Feel that, baby?” Taehyung asks, kissing his cheek. The bruise is already starting to form on his skin, and he feels satisfied, again, knowing Jimin would be bearing his mark. No matter how fucked up it is.

“Don’t be too loud,” He gently chides Jimin, though he personally doesn’t care about getting caught. He kisses Jimin’s cheeks and lips, rocking his hips and making sure Jimin can feel every single inch of it, carving a space inside the prince. Then, he presses their foreheads together, making sure that Jimin was looking straight into his eyes. “You’re mine, Jiminie,” He whispers. “I want you to say it. Want you to promise.” The or else I’ll hurt you more goes unsaid.

"Yes, yes, shit ," Jimin says, the slow strokes into his tiny cunt almost having him on the verge of tears again. It makes Jimin's thighs shake every time Taehyung sinks back in, moaning into his brother's mouth. He makes eye contact with Taehyung when he pulls back to press their foreheads together, so small and tiny. He tries to be quiet with everything in him, but he's so weak that he can't. 

"I'm yours, Taehyungie," The elder moans, squirming under Taehyung and arching his back as he throbbed inside of him. "All yours, baby. I promise." He wraps an arm around Taehyung's neck to pull him closer, craving that warmth and closeness, while his free hand goes down to play with his little clit. It's red and swollen, throbbing deliciously as he squeezes it between two fingers and rolls it around.

“You won’t marry Seokjin,” Taehyung says. Again, leaving no room for arguments. If Jimin goes through with their father’s suggestion, he really might lose it. Their father would never force Jimin to do anything he doesn’t want to do, especially not a marriage like that. Besides-- they were the most powerful kingdom. There was no need to marry for more power. “You can let me be king, or you can keep the throne, I don’t care. But you’re mine .” He groans a bit when Jimin starts rubbing his clit, pussy tightening around his length like a vice.

He kisses Jimin over and over with each thrust, almost wild in the way he does so. How filthy it was for them, two brothers, to be fucking on the floor like some savages. It was fitting though, wasn’t it? For two people who were so unpredictable in their own ways. Outside he can hear footsteps, presumably the maids or servants simply passing through. If any of them decided to check on Taehyung they would see how much of a whore Jimin was for his own brother’s cock.

"Yours, Taehyungie, yours, yours, all yours," Jimin babbles almost incoherently, his cunt tightening around his cock like a fist in response to the pleasure. He smashes their lips together mostly, pulling away to breathe and moan in an attempt to be silent. The pleasure sends a shiver down Jimin's spine, and he's never been fucked like this. The sound of Taehyung's balls slapping against Jimin's ass fills up the room as he thrusts into him, but only loud enough for the two of them to hear it.

"More, more," The elder groans, too cock drunk to form actual sentences anymore, with Taehyung slamming into him at the pace that he's going. He can feel Taehyung touch his g-spot, and his toes curl in response.

If Taehyung had known that Jimin would become like this while getting fucked, he would’ve done it a long time ago. Perhaps there really was no need for him to hurt him-- and he already starts regretting how harsh he’d been. He’d make it up to Jimin later on, one way or another. He obliges with Jimin’s begging, fucking him as fast and hard as he can. Their bodies slide against each other’s roughly, and Taehyung grips onto Jimin’s hips to keep him still. He uses one hand to pinch his nipples over the fabric of his shirt.

“Such a slut. Seokjin would never fuck you like this, baby.” He murmurs. Seokjin would most definitely mistreat him, not give him the best of the best that he truly deserved. Only Taehyung would be capable of doing so. “Are you gonna cum for me? Hm? Let me hear you, baby. Let everyone in the castle hear how much you love my cock.”

Jimin's moans become breathy as their sweaty bodies slide up against the floor. His face twists up in pleasure, toes curling and thighs shivering as Taehyung plows into him like a little fuckdoll. He wraps his legs around Taehyung's waist, wanting him to spill his load inside of him. "F-fuck, yeah, oh my god!" Jimin moans loudly, the coil in his stomach tightening and his pussy pulsing.

A couple of more hard and fast strokes and Jimin's cumming, moans filling up the room as he cums on Taehyung's cock. "Taehyungie! Feels so fucking good," He squeaks out, overwhelmed by how Taehyung's still pounding into him even after his orgasm, uncaring of the Jimin's sensitivity. Like he was nothing but a toy, something for him to empty his seed into. His pussy throbs and tightens around his cock, back arching beautifully.

Now that Jimin came, Taehyung chases his own pleasure, uncaring of Jimin being too oversensitive. He lifts Jimin’s shirt, leaving marks all over his chest, avoiding the parts he’d hit with his fists earlier. His hands dig crescent-shaped marks into the skin of Jimin’s hips. The prince would be thoroughly marked by the end of this.

Soon enough, Taehyung reaches his limit, and immediately pulls out of Jimin. He scoots up to Jimin’s face and jerks himself off until Jimin’s face is covered in streaks of white, claimed.

 He gently rubs his cum into Jimin’s cheeks, into his thick lips. “You look good like this.” He smiles. “My pretty Jiminie.”

Jimin doesn't expect Taehyung to do that, squeezing his eyes shut as he blows his load on him. He can feel the sticky, white substance spill all over his face. Some of it falls on an eyelid. He opens his other eye, cum dripping from his chin as he uses a finger to move some into his mouth--, swallowing the tasty substance. He does it proudly, too, no embarrassment or shame. 

"I love you, Taehyungie." Jimin croaks out, his throat raw. He wonders if any of the maids outside heard them fucking, and that was just another thing he had to demand them to not talk about if they did. Or maybe fire the ones who tried to gossip about it, he'll think about it later. 

"I'm yours forever, I promise. I'll tell Father that I don't wanna marry Seokjin."

"Good." And with that, Taehyung hauls Jimin up, carrying him up onto his bed. Then, he slips right back into Jimin's warmth, slowly hardening within him. Jimin lets out a confused noise. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" Taehyung laughs. "I still have to claim you thoroughly, Jiminie."

When the King passes on, Jimin is crowned as the new ruler, with Taehyung as his closest royal advisor. He's volatile and prone to his own little outbursts, but Prince Taehyung is always there to keep his head on his shoulders. At first glance, it just seems that they have a good relationship. Unlike the rivalries that often sprouted up in other royal families. With Jimin's determination and Taehyung's logical approaches to situations, they were practically unstoppable, and the entire Kingdom flourished under their rule.

However; the palace walls have ears and eyes. Those that are brave enough to speak of what they've heard in the castle recount stories of the esteemed King Jimin sobbing and crying out for his sweet, mild-mannered brother to fuck him harder. 

And the next day, the King would emerge from his chambers in a daze, legs shaky as he dresses in his royal garb and steps up to sit on the throne. 

They aren't as subtle as they like to be. Or perhaps they just do not care. Either way, it's hard for anyone to miss how Jimin shivers when Taehyung leans in to whisper in his ear, or how Taehyung shoos away any proposals for marriage, whether they were strategic or not. There was no need for another ruler, after all.

All they needed was each other.