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Page after page was stacked up on Jimin's desk making the head of the King security sigh. As his chubby fingers attempted to pry the sheets of paper off the pile one by one, he found himself losing brain cells with every word he caught.

Why did the King have to be such an extrovert? This could have been a private matter as instructed by the laws laid out before the King as a child that he was forced to learn off by heart, but no.

The King was in danger, and what was his solution? Advertise for a bodyguard like it was some sort of talent show. The King had been somewhat reserved before things went to hell, however, shortly after he had grown comfortable with the jewelled ring of metal that was perched on his head, everything had changed.

The rules that were established years ago by thousands of ancestors from the Kim bloodline were non-existent around the new King; the only ones that seemed prominent in his orders were the ceremonies and such. King Taehyung was a very different ruler compared to his predecessors.

Trading between countries was expanded to Europe and hoping to stretch to America and the economy was thriving more as even more ideas that would help future generations were presented and agreed to whereas the previous rulers would remain within Asia and Asia alone; ideas for future generations weren't put forward until Taehyung's grandfather took the throne and attempted it. Taehyung was continuing that legacy in his own approach.

The rule that you had to marry a woman at a certain age was in the process of being altered and LGBTQ+ rights were being added since Taehyung had come out as pansexual to his people after 3 years of discovering his sexuality, and many other rules had come into place to enable Taehyung's era of ruling to be better for his people rather than himself.

However, there were some folks that didn't appreciate certain alterations to the way things were run in the country making Kim Taehyung a walking target wherever he went. He had been receiving death threat after death threat for at least 2 years and had gone through 17 different bodyguards within that duration. Now, he was in need of another. Number 18; alas, no one was ticking all of the boxes that were on Jimin's list.

The male pushed the paperwork aside, his head spinning despite not moving as he reached for his glass of water. He sipped it as he closed his eyes, breathing in slowly and relaxing for the short amount of time that he had. He had been accessing these documents for hours upon hours along with dealing with other issues which had arisen during the course of the week.

As the clock continued to torture his mind with its endless hours of ticking, Jimin finally stood up and made his way to find Taehyung who was situated in his quarters, muttering what Jimin had interpreted to be the young King's LGBTQ+ speech. Taehyung wandered the room, the script in one hand and a stress ball in the other.

Despite growing up privileged and with quite a name to pass onto, Taehyung found himself drowning in anxiety, stress and paranoia. So many people loved him but so many people wanted his blood on their hands just for the glory of bellowing the phrase "I killed King Kim Taehyung!" Not to mention the amount of money people would somehow manage to conjure from their pockets which were probably counterfeit, alas, it would still overwhelm the young ruler.

However, therapy was something that the royal family were not granted as the depictions of their instability would tarnish the kingdom and that was one rule that Taehyung would probably always fail to alter. So, instead of discussing his feelings, Taehyung channelled them into physical and mental strength, squeezing a tiny foam object till his hands cramped and his knuckles turned white. Yes, that was how it needed to be.

"Your highness," Jimin uttered as he stepped forward and closed the door. Taehyung let out a weak chuckle, the stress and anxiety evident in his visage and posture.

"Come now, Jimin," he responded back, "there's no need for such a formal honorific when it's merely us." The head of security nodded and wandered to the King's bed falling back onto the mattress with a smile. He found himself nestled into the covers with a cheeky yet sly grin slowly creeping onto his lips as he watched the King with something incomprehensible twirling in his eyes as they outlined the stature of the man before him, undressing him in his mind.

Everyone had their theories as to how the King had discovered his sexuality without having a public relationship with any men, but one of the most interesting theories Taehyung had read was that he had been sleeping with the head of security - which was true (not that he would let know that).

"What are you doing?" The King asked as the man on his bed was making himself at home. He watched as Jimin laid back, his body on display in his uniform which was enough to make anyone drool. The head of security, much like the King himself, had his fair share of admirers but every time he turned them down. Taehyung didn't like relationships too much; the thought of being tied down romantically as well as being trapped as his role as King was a little too much.

"Taehyung, come here." He murmured. It took a little bit of begging but eventually, the King walked over and sat down. A smile danced across Jimin's lips as his hand drifted to the King's thigh massaging the skin underneath the tailored trousers Taehyung wore. The outfits Taehyung wore drove Jimin wild; black suits with no creases that hugged his gorgeous curves that he had the privilege of marking and grasping as he made the King gasp, cry and scream his name.

The thought made his cock stir in his trousers, his tongue darting out and brushing along his bottom lip as he watched Taehyung tense slightly. Both of them knew where this would lead; they're frustrated, stressed, and in need of a different form of releasing all of those pent up emotions. "Good boy." Jimin murmured, his voice dropping a few octaves as he shifted closer to the King. "Too much clothing, baby."

Taehyung's breath hitched as Jimin began to undress him as well as himself, the eagerness evident in his eyes as he watched the young King with lust dancing in his eyes. If Taehyung looked close enough he could make out figures dancing with the devil under the moonlight in Jimin's eyes - they were just something else especially when he was in control.

"Jiminie..." Taehyung uttered, gasping when he felt Jimin's hand press against his crotch, rocking the palm back and forth gently and grasping the growing length through the fabric which would soon stretch as Taehyung's erection grew. "These are my favourite trousers."

Jimin rolled his eyes and continued his actions. "You're rich, babyboy," was his response. "You can afford a new pair now shut up before I tie you to your bed and make you scream my name so fucking loud that the whole kingdom knows who can fuck you the best." The smaller male growled in Taehyung's ear.

Outside of the bedroom, Jimin was a respectable man who never hurt anyone unless he had to. However, inside the bedroom, the man was more animal than human and Taehyung lived for it.

A whimper escaped the King's lips as he rocked his hips against the man's palm causing Jimin to chuckle. "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you, slut?" The head of security whispered, his Busan satoori lacing every syllable that surpassed his plush lips. "Have everyone in your precious little kingdom know whose cock makes you moan, who makes you cry when you cum and who has been here for you the longest."

However, before Taehyung could reply, there was a furious knock on the door with a panicked mix of voices all trying to find the King. Scrambling to their feet, Jimin and Taehyung gathered their clothes and quickly put them back on, the King unlocking the door and asking what all the commotion was.

"We found your parents' murderer."

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