Bodyguard's Heartbeat ( ✅)

chapter 9👑

"Get the third prince ready at 7 am sharp," Jimin was advising the maids of the third prince, as tonight is the biggest event of the year - it's Namjoon's birthday, and a ball is organized like every year.

The hall for the royal ball is adorned with opulent crystal chandeliers hanging from a soaring ceiling. Walls draped in luxurious fabrics of rich colors create an ambiance of regal elegance. Gilded mirrors reflect the grandeur, while contemporary art pieces strategically placed infuse a touch of modernity into the classic setting. Elaborate floral arrangements and sleek, minimalist furniture accentuate the fusion of tradition and modernity, creating a captivating atmosphere fit for a modern royal affair.

"Hyungie, which color should I wear?" Jungkook asked his stoic guard with his demanding eyes, standing in his royal chamber. The fashion designer was standing with a bundle of clothes.

Taehyung's breath hitched at such a question. The prince does know how to fluster the guard in front of people. The prince wanted to wear something of his choice. Are you kidding him? When does he become this important to choose what the prince will wear?

"Everything will look good on you, his royal...ahem," he stopped mid-sentence.

"Everything looks good~," Taehyung looked around. Everyone standing there, fashion designer with clothes in her hand, hairdresser with straightener in his hand, makeup artist with makeup brushes in her hands, maids standing there, all looking at him with wide curious eyes.

Then he continued, "On you.................princess," Taehyung completed his sentence.

Clothes fell from the designer's hands, straightener overheated with smoke producing from it, makeup brushes long gone, were found on the floor. Maid's eyes shot open. Everyone's eyes were big as saucers.

Taehyung, noticing all of this, felt weird and cleared his throat. All of them came out of their frozen state. Designer collected the clothes, hairdresser plugged out the lead of the straightener while hissing and cursing under his breath, makeup artist collected her brushes from the floor, and maids continued what they were doing .

And talking about the prince, well an apple was sitting in place of the prince, it felt, his cheeks scarlet along with the tip of his ears and neck. He put his fingers on his ears to stop them from heating, again all of his confidence all gone, leaving him all weak and shy.

"......I.........restroom," Jungkook somehow made out a sentence and ran out of the room, his heart beating. He could not hold back a shy smile that spread on his cheeks. He ran outside of his big chamber, didn't know where to go. He stopped at the pillar of the lobby, put his head on the pillar, breathing out heavily. He put his hand on the heart that was beating loudly like no tomorrow.

"You will be the death of me, Taehyungie hyung, I swear," he said barely above a whisper, desperately.

"Ahem, what is my little brother saying?" a sound was heard near his head.

"Hyung," Jungkook said, spun around, and hugged his brother, the crown prince. He is like a father figure for Jungkook. From the time the king was bedridden for years, Namjoon took all the responsibilities on his shoulders, be it the Kingdom or his home.

"What happened to our little prince, taking alone to himself?" Namjoon inquired while patting the head of the prince.

"Hyung........what if I say," Jungkook said while hugging his brother.

"Continue bun, you know you can share anything with your hyung, right?" Namjoon assured.

"Hyung.... I may...... I may have set my eyes on someone." The prince breathed out .

"I love someone, hyung," Jungkook said barely above a whisper, feeling vulnerable. He couldn't keep his feelings in his heart anymore.

Namjoon froze at the spot but then started patting his head, didn't speak a word. He may have an idea who that person may be.

Jungkook felt relieved when he got a pat on his head. His brother is a man of few words, but his actions speak louder than anything else.

Jungkook came to his chamber again; his bodyguard was found nowhere.

"Where is hyungie," Jungkook asked the ajumma standing in the chamber.

"He went to get ready, your royal highness," she said sweetly. Jungkook smiled looking at her.

"Your royal highness, this is the dress chosen," the fashion designer informed.

"By whom," Jungkook asked in anticipation.

"Your bodyguard, your royal highness," Jungkook felt like he is on cloud nine.

He saw the dress, that was cream in color, adorned with pearls and gems. His hyungie's choice is the best.

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You all are invited to the ball .

Well I have thought to add my readre's character in ball's chapter .

So give me your names in comment section ,  whosoever wants to be in ball with our bangtan boys untill tonight 💕