Bell Buddies: Taehyung & Jungkook’S Palace Trouble
Chapter : 5
Jungkook blinked awake with a start.
This time he wasn’t in a muddy rice field or surrounded by angry geese. He was lying on a smooth wooden floor that smelled faintly of sandalwood and soap. Somewhere close, fabric rustled, and a soft brush tickled across his forehead.
“Is it awake?” a voice whispered.
“It. He,” another voice corrected sharply.
"And stop brushing him like a shrine statue, you’ll ruin the eyebrows."
Jungkook cracked one eye open. A young servant girl was crouched over him, holding a giant powder brush. Behind her stood a teenage boy clutching folded robes with gloved hands, and a stern older woman balancing a basin of steaming water.
Jungkook croaked, trying to sit up.
The girl shrieked and dropped her brush.
“He is not possessed. He’s a guest. Or… maybe a sky-bride. That part is still being debated.”
Jungkook sat up fully, head pounding. His own clothes were gone again. Instead, he wore a paper-thin white robe. His hair had been slicked back and tied up like he was in a period drama. Even his ears felt scrubbed clean. He looked down at himself, then at the room tatami floors, sliding doors painted with cranes, and that steaming basin looking suspiciously ready to attack him.
“The outer hall of Gosan Palace.”
“And you’re about to meet the Crown Prince.”
Jeon Jungkook
Can’t wait to explain Instagram to royalty.
Before he could protest, they yanked him to his feet and shoved a pile of garments into his arms.
"We picked pale blue. It matches your spirit aura."
Jeon Jungkook
Wait—I have a spirit aura?
"Not really, But you talk in your sleep. You said something about lip balm and world domination."
Jungkook rubbed his eyes.
Jeon Jungkook
Yeah… that sounds like me.
Minutes later, he was being dragged through a long stone corridor lined with guards.
His new outfit was definitely trying to kill him—too many silk layers, wooden slippers that clicked like castanets, and a stiff outer robe that made him waddle like an injured swan.
They led him into a massive courtyard, ringed with cherry trees and stone arches. Everything sparkled with impossible cleanliness.
The second his sandal hit the polished stones, every head turned.
Dozens of staff froze mid-step. Training soldiers stopped. Even birds seemed to pause mid-flap.
Jungkook became painfully aware that his hair looked like a wet duckling and that the blue sash around his waist sat way too high.
He flashed a nervous peace sign.
Jeon Jungkook
I come in peace?
Instead, a trumpet blasted.
From the far end of the courtyard, a procession of horses appeared. Guards in silver armor flanked a single rider dressed in deep navy silk, half his dark hair tied back with a ribbon. He rode like a painting come to life, straight, silent, terrifyingly graceful. The air itself seemed to shift around him.
Jungkook’s mouth dropped open.
The rider slowed, stopped, and looked straight at him.
Eyes sharp as obsidian. A mouth carved for silence and judgment.
It was him. The man from the painting. The one he’d sketched. The face that haunted his mind like déjà vu.
Jungkook’s brain fizzled.
The prince dismounted, every movement smooth and commanding, as if trained for centuries. His navy robes fluttered in the breeze.
“His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Taehyung,” someone whispered.
Jeon Jungkook
Oh my god, it’s you.
Jungkook blurted, too loud
A few guards shifted, hands on their swords.
One of Taehyung’s brows rose, elegant and dangerous.
Kim Taehyung
Do I know you?
Jeon Jungkook
No! I mean—yes. Not like know know. I’ve just… seen your face. In my sketchbook. Or maybe in my dreams. Cosmic déjà vu? Okay, shutting up now.
Taehyung stared. Not blinking.
Jeon Jungkook
Sooo… nice palace. Very shiny. Love the whole vibe.
Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.
Finally, Taehyung said flatly
Kim Taehyung
Escort the sky-bride to the Peach Chamber.
He turned, robes sweeping.
Jeon Jungkook
Wait—what? Peach Chamber? That sounds like either a prison or a dessert!
But he was dragged away again.
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