i had to think about it but i'm a sucker for assassin aus so maybe this: ‘My apologies, upon closer inspection it turns out that you are not the person I was hired to kill.’ AU!! and u can let ur creativity flow and choose which one of the boys can be the assassin and all!! take ur time okay!!!! im going to love this already shalkdjflkaj thank u jojo ଘ(੭ु*ˊ꒳ˋ)੭ु*.°❤
im sorry this took and got so long bc i think i deviated and also i got too carried away 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。 but nonetheless i hope u like it bb!!! sorry in advance for any typos etc lmao
jimin’s safety first,
jimin’s safety second,
prince jimin’s image third.
that was the duty of jeon jeongguk, his royal highness’ personal bodyguard. young park jimin, second and final prince to king yoongi, was always carefree, kind hearted. although gullible, too trusting, he grew mildly complacent, given that whatever trouble that he (rarely) got into, jeongguk would fix it.
his brother hoseok was the next in line for the throne, so he had nothing to worry about, except carry himself well, remain the image of a perfect man, a perfect prince charming.
one day he receives a scroll, with a neat cursived font, asking him to meet the sender at a small hut in the isolated forested area- there’s feedback from the villagers down in the rural villages, and they’ve hinted with a tone of desperation in the letter; and so he gets dressed, and departs without telling jeongguk, who’s busy preparing his luncheon.
he goes into the bathroom to freshen up, and spies a whole box of non-prescription coloured contacts. it’s strange, but he doesn’t question it- there are more urgent matters at hand.
jeongguk’s always got that standard suit and tie, slicked back hair, white gloves. he wears that stoic mask for far too long to take it off- it’s now a second nature to him. although sometimes that facade falls, he gets soft, gives in to his young master’s whims.
jimin’s always riling him up, teasing him for his clandestine poker face and emotionless ministrations- be it at cooking, when teaching him how to dance ballroom, dressing him for important occasions. but somehow, prince jimin always gets his way by either whining or pouting or a combination of both. you would’ve though jeongguk would be immune by now, but he’s still awfully soft for this generation’s prince.
jimin’s always stealing his cologne, ordering the servants to get them the same body soap so they smell the same- and jeongguk would usually click his tongue in annoyance, being very sensitive to smell, but jimin… is another entity altogether.
“jeonggukie~” jimin likes to sing, in that adorable lilt of his as he sits at the edge of his bed, kicking his feet in the air.
“yes, young master?” jeongguk will say, padding in with the expensive clack of his heels, only the finest for those the royals have a regard for.
“carry me, i’m small, please~” jimin knows how weak his bodyguard is, the way he averts his eyes and coughs awkwardly into his hand- but the result is always the same, jeongguk piggybacking him around the castle, whipped to the core.
that’s only one of the possible outcomes when jimin whines for jeonggukie~:
the other would be jimin asking for a kiss, flirtatious nature that ran strong in both princes, jimin and hoseok. “please, chu?” jimin would ask coyly, during a meeting, when jeongguk bends to refill his tea, or when they walk side by side when the royals make a public appearance.
jeongguk always waves him off, pulling the most cross face he can, with furrowed brows and eyes slitted. “young master, we’re in public. please stop being a brat and behave,” he will reply, monotonous. but the protective grip around jimin’s waist never leaves.
“nochu!” jimin will whisper-yell, sticking out his tongue as they make their way back into the carriage, a nickname he would rub in jeongguk’s face the rest of the day whenever his wishes were demanded, or at the slip of his tongue.
either way, it was attached with a sort of affectionate fondness, and jeongguk would secretly bask in it.