"Kim Taehyung? Is that you?" The Pastor of the local churched questioned once he noticed a black haired boy sitting in one of the rows closest to the stage. Although Taehyung moved, he still went to the same church even if it was a little ways away from where he now lived.  The Pastor and him had grown rather close because of how often they'd see each other.

The said male whipped his head around to meet the eyes of a familiar face. "Oh hello Mr. Eun. I just wanted to eat breakfast with my parents before I headed to work." Taehyung told as he turned his attention back to the bag of crunchy cereal he was eating.

The male was never fortunate which was pretty obvious, so even though he made food for the Royals he never got the same delicacy made for him. Taehyung currently had thirty five minutes until his shift began.

"Oh there's no problem with that. I heard you're working for the Jeons?" The man questioned causing the boy to smile and nod with his cheeks full. "How'd you know?"

"Well my boy, I think I saw a bit paparazzi waiting for you down by the Palace when I passed it."

Taehyung raised his eyebrows, trying to keep his jaw from hanging because he still was chewing on cereal bites. "For me?! Why?"

The Pastor chuckled while setting his stuff over in a corner. "Anybody who ends up working for the Royals immediately gets a fanbase, and I don't want to disturb you but I think you should get going if you want to make it on time. You have some crowds you're going to have to push through."

The black haired was still bedazzled the he had a fanbase already, that was the last think he thought would happen to him for a poor boy like himself. "Wow okay, thank you Mr. Eun." Taehyung thanked as he began sitting up from his seat.

"I'll see you later! Mom and Dad I'll see you later too."

-

All Taehyung had in his bag were his apron, unfinished bag of cereal, and the clothes the Prince had ordered him to wear. He still didn't get why Jungkook cared so much about his outfit, he didn't think it was so bad.

As the male neared the palace, what the Pastor said was playing into reality. Crowds were lined up waiting for the workers to enter the Palace, Taehyung even laughed because he could see Jimin rolling his eyes while pushing through the people.

There were guards holding back some of the paparazzi, but not enough so when Taehyung tried to enter the Palace he was immediately being shoved around by people who began trying to ask him about the Prince.

"I'm not sure, can you please let me get thr-" The black haired tried to finish his sentence but couldn't as he was shoved to the ground by a group of people trying to run to Jimin who was running away from them into the gates.

"Ow.." Taehyung mumbled when his face impacted with the ground, he could tell his cheek was scraped a little but his only focus at the moment was getting back up onto his feet so he could get to safety. Before he could stand up, his gaze met with Prince Jungkook's who just exited the Palace.

"As the Kings son I order everyone who doesn't work with us off our property now." 

The young Princes voice was so intimidating that everyone was gone within a split second, his eyes travelling around the paparazzi before his gaze met with Taehyung's who had just picked himself up off the floor.

There was an awkward aroma of slice when the last two left were only Jungkook and Taehyung. The older slowly began walking up to the Prince who had just noticed the scrape on his cheek.

"You might need a band aid for that." Jungkook bluntly told while furrowing his eyebrows before walking back inside, leaving the older to scoff to himself. "You might need a band aid for your heart.." Taehyung mumbled so only he could hear as he followed the younger inside the building.

Once the Sous Chef was inside the building, he bowed to the guards before heading over to the bathrooms to change into the outfit Jungkook had given to him, only wearing it because it was an order.

Once the outfit was on Taehyung made sure he looked decent in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom and heading over to the kitchen. It was a sparkly button down blue flannel with black jeans and a fancy looking belt. The black haired felt like he shouldn't be wearing so much money, it felt weird but he was more scared to take it off rather than leave it on.

Once the Sous Chef entered the kitchen, all four eyes were deadpanning Taehyung who felt uncomfortable.

"How many millions of dollars are you wearing." Jimin dumbfoundedly questioned as the black haired put on his apron. "Prince Jungkook told me to wear it."

"Oh no bad choice honey, I'd take that off right away if I were you. He probably laced it with 900 bottles of cologne." 

"Oh shut up Jimin, he looks great." Jin told, pushing Jimin away who was now mad because the Prince was mentioned. Taehyung only slightly laughed as he began preparing breakfast again, forgetting about the cut on his cheek which didn't even hurt anymore.

Jungkook let out a satisfied sigh once he was done with his meal, gulping down the last of his orange juice before standing up out of his chair. He could already see Hoseok and Yoongi on their way to clean up the table and he wasn't in the mood for conversing with them.

The Prince didn't even know where he was walking, but he subconsciously ended up heading towards the kitchen. Why? He didn't really know, he was quite curious to see if Taehyung had put on his outfit yet though.

Once Jungkook entered the kitchen, he could see Taehyung turned sideways while stuffing cereal pieces into his mouth from a plastic bag.

"Is that your breakfast?" 

The black haired male jumped once he heard the Prince, but instantly bowed once he remembered he had to bow in the presence of a Royal. "Yes sir.."

Jungkook didn't even hear the response because he got caught up in staring at the older in his outfit. It was quite breathtaking to say the least, but the Prince would never admit that because he didn't have feelings.

Whenever the workers were off their shifts, they had the time to roam certain places in the palace such as the garden, game room, and the gym used to be an option until Jungkook blocked it off because he didn't like other people in there.

Taehyung didn't have any clue where anything was though so he decided it was best to stay put in the kitchen.

"You didn't get a band aid." The prince told with a stern tone. Taehyung forgot about the cut a long time ago and he didn't even realize it was still there until now. "Oh it's okay Sir, I kind of forgot about it anyways."

"It's going to get infected." 

The Sous Chef was about to just shrug until the prince took his wrist and began dragging him out of the kitchen and towards a certain room. Honestly it was quite scary but it's not like he could pull away from his grasp, Jungkook had way more muscle than he did.

Finally the two made it into a room. The room had two punching bags placed at either corners and a basketball hoop at the end. There were some workout machines in the area which could be made out as a gym.

"Stay here." The younger demanded as he walked over to a cabinet, taking out a box filled with medical supplies. It wasn't even a big deal to the older so he didn't understand why Jungkook was so concerned.

To Taehyung, the Prince was taking too long and he was getting impatient. His gaze met with a basketball that was laying on the ground, instantly feeling the urge and excitement to pick it up and start playfully dribbling. Taehyung has never played basketball before and it was his dream to play it, it was his first time actually dribbling a basketball.

The black haired was having so much fun that he didn't realize Jungkook was approaching him. "Do you fucking listen." The younger stated as he grabbed Taehyung's wrist again, dragging him over to the door to apply his band aid. The black haired whimpered from the hardness of Jungkook's grasp but the said male didn't care. He hated when people touched his stuff.

"I told you to stay here, are you deaf or something?" 

"No sir.."

The older pursed his lips into a line as Jungkook applied the ointment to his cut, placing the band aid on shortly after. "You can't even dribble. What were you trying to achieve."

That sentence hurt Taehyung a bit, kind of crushed his dreams even though he knew he wasn't good at basketball. The said male didn't respond as a slight pout formed onto his face which didn't go unnoticed by the Prince, rolling his eyes before picking up the basketball for himself.

"Stay there, and listen this time."

The black haired male nodded, the same sad expression on his face. 

Jungkook began dribbling the ball, passing it through his legs and soon after making a free throw. He did that same pattern a few more times, knowing that the older was watching. He didn't expect Taehyung to clap for him once he made a shot from across the room though.

No one ever cared to clap or acknowledge the Prince whenever he'd achieve something, and he didn't understand why Taehyung was smiling for him even after he had gotten yelled at. 

He didn't even think he'd appreciate such a small gesture, but it did get to him. Well, it got to him until he remembered that he doesn't have feelings.

happy happy seven years with BTS! i'm so grateful for each and every single one of them, they have made me so grateful for what I have and what I can achieve in life. They definitely are the reason I love myself and that is the most I could ever thank them for. truly such a talented, heartwarming, inspiration. all seven of them <3 im so glad they have made it this far in their life and i only hope the best for them and of course army who made their dreams possible <3💜💜💜💜