-people travel far and wide for a chance to become the royal storyteller, but the bored prince has eyes for no one. only a lowly man telling stories in the market, who is surprised to find himself summoned to the palace at the prince’s request.
“i appreciate the honesty in the stories you told. i’ve never heard anything like them before. so many have tried to impress me with tales of dragons and knights, things for children. thank you for not doing that.”
“not at all, your highness. i was told as a boy that the best
stories come from what you know, not what you don’t. i think many storytellers forget that, if you will pardon my speaking ill of them.”
“consider yourself pardoned. and the position yours, if you wish it?”
“y-you wish for me to be the royal storyteller?”
“it would be an honour if you would tell me many, many more of your stories.”
just a little concept i've been thinking about for awhile now. prince hobi, storyteller namjoon. i may be a little obsessed with royal x peasant stories
yoongi smiles sheepishly. “good, too. sorry. i don’t usually teach here while you guys are here. but times got mixed up—my fault, so…”
“it’s okay,” hoseok says. “i was just wondering if she’s hungry or thirsty… dinner’s almost ready if…?”
“oh, no, her parents are on
their way to pick her up. don’t worry about it. thanks, though, that’s… thanks.”
“do you want a drink?” hoseok asks.
“if you haven’t drunk all the peppermint, i wouldn’t say no to a cup of that,” yoongi says, pulling the bobble out of his hair. it fluffs around his face.
“sure,” hoseok mumbles, rubbing his hands together. “i think we have some.”
“thanks. that would be great,” yoongi says, massaging his temples with a grimace. “got any headache tablets? think the heat got to me while i was tutoring this one guy—we sat outside. i didn’t have a
he puts the shrimp in the trolley and lets taehyung take him to another aisle. he tries to show enthusiasm, he really does, at the things taehyung says--random little comments, funny little stories--but he's just... not in the mood no matter how much he forces it.
he is tired and he is anxious and when they finally leave the shop, he breathes a sigh of relief. "i can drive home if you want?"
"sure," tae says. he's double-checking all the ingredients that he's packed into the large kimchi container they've also purchased.
"oh, wait," he says, head jerking up, "no. dad's car is funny. it's easier if i drive it. i know it. you know?"
"okay," hoseok says, feeling useless all of a sudden and mean for not trying harder. "can i carry that then?"
namjoon takes a pot off his windowsill and shows it to hoseok; a tall, wobbling tomato plant, sprouting bright red cherry tomatoes. “i think they’re ready. try one.”
“oh, okay, sure.”
gently as he can, he plucks a a tomato and eats it. flavour explodes on his tongue. “wow. that’s amazing, namjoon-ah.”
namjoon beams. “i think, if i grow enough, we can cut back on buying any at the grocery store. we could save some money. we spend too much on food.”
“in our defence, we’re hungry a lot,” hoseok mumbles, stealing another tomato before namjoon puts the plant back.
“anyway, did you need something?”
“besides your delicious tomatoes?”
namjoon flushes and let’s out a breathy laugh. “uh huh.”
--where hoseok, who is visiting his parents on their farm, answers the door to find his boyfriend of almost a year standing there holding a rubber duck and a potted plant.
when hoseok wakes, he finds the fields are encrusted with frost and the morning chill has seeped through the flagstones of kitchen floor. through the back window of the old farmhouse, he can see his father checking on the cows and his mother collecting eggs from the chicken
hutch.
it's peaceful out here, far away from the chaos and smog of the city. the sky is bright blue, the only sound between it and the horizon the rush of the wind and the faint clamour of the animals.
he potters around the kitchen, preparing coffee and breakfast for when
jimin gets up, pretending to stumble and have to use yoongi’s knee for support. “get me a drink. I’m too sober for this.”
“you’re always too sober for everything,” yoongi says, passing him a glass a quarter full of tequila.
jimin downs the whole thing and slams the glass on the table happily. “alright! tae, find something fun. yoongi-hyung, get up. sing with me or i’ll have to sing you happy birthday again! hey, maybe they actually have that on here…”
“no,” yoongi says, on his feet. “i’m sick of that song. let’s sing.”
“let’s sing!” jimin cries, stealing tae’s mic and shoving it at yoongi.
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