Taehyung the North prince

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook stood by the throne, feeling the brocade of his coronation jacket dig into his shoulders. He was sixteen, but the look he gave the newcomer was unwavering.

The Prince of the North stepped over the threshold, and the air in the hall grew colder. He did not bow.

• Did you want to see me, little king?

Jungkook swallowed. The young king gripped the armrests of the throne to keep his fingers from shaking.

• Not small. I'm your future husband.

Taehyung grinned, and the grin was jarring. He walked along the columns, his fingers brushing the marble, and Jungkook watched his every move. He knew: the North didn't like the weak.

"I was told that the southern king is capricious," Taehyung drawled, stopping right in front of the steps. "What did I do to deserve such an honor?"

Jungkook rose slowly. The heart of a wild animal was pounding in his chest, but he forced himself to smile the smile he'd been practicing in the mirror.

"Show me what you're capable of," Taehyung suddenly said quietly. "Tell me what you're willing to give up for the North."

Jungkook paused, feeling the floor tremble beneath his feet—or maybe it was he himself who was trembling. Slowly, he reached out and touched Taehyung's icy wrist.

— I give you the right to call me by my name. When no one is listening.

The Frost Prince blinked.

— Agreed, Jungkook. I'll give you a chance to impress me.