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All Yoongi could see is Jimin’s graceful body carve movements in the air as he moves from tile to tile in the huge banquet hall. Jimin dances with strength and grace mixed in heady combination, like a taking a whiff from snuffbox that his father used to keep in his study, and in his bedchambers, and in the throne room. Now Yoongi is the one sitting on the coveted chair, more like a chaise lounge than a chair, his fists curling over the intricate designs etched into sides of the throne. Yoongi can’t look away from Jimin, his beautiful face as if God took extra care in moulding his features, his long straight nose and the beautiful hair that glistened in the light of the fire blazing in the braziers placed regularly throughout the hall. The newly throned King Min Yoongi knew this was going to be the last time he could watch Jimin without reserve, watching him do what he loved. He wished he could play accompaniment to his steps, provide the rhythm to his pace, but the throne and the duty that came with him kept him chained to his place. He knew Jimin would leave this place, this palace that kept him from being himself. He wished he could tell Jimin how much he means to him, how he was the only reason the exhausted Min Yoongi didn’t give up on himself and the kingdom. How he was the one who brought back light to his life, brought with him friendship and camaraderie and what it means to be alive. And now he was leaving, leaving Yoongi alone in this huge palace with no one to turn to.
The sound of clapping brought him out of his reverie, Jimin’s performance was finished, his back was bowed in a gentle curve angled towards him and eyes trained to ground. A bow from a subject to the king, a bow of a performer accepting accolades for a brilliant performance. Not a playful bow he used to give the Crown Prince Min as he finished composing a new set of opera tales together to play together in the tavern on the brothel street at nights. Yoongi’s palm slipped from the side rests with sweat, and he just as he began to say “Good-” and bang interrupted him. The doors to the throne room opened with a loud bang and thick smoke rolled in waves. Someone screamed assassins which threw the crowd which was full of civil officials and dignitaries into a panic.
He got up, Jungkook just at his left with his sword drawn for potential attackers. He trusted Jungkook with his life, they have went through too much together to not trust each other more than blood brothers. Yoongi pulled out his own dagger from where it was strapped to his hip, but ministers and the people invited for the coronation ceremony were in too much of a panic to listen to any sense. Jungkook pulled him back to the hidden passageway out of the throne room, to get away from any assassins, but Yoongi stayed rooted to the dais. He still could not see Jimin anywhere in the chaos. All the members of the palace troupe were still there, except Jimin.