My Prince (K. Seokjin)
warnings: minor angst (squabbling) balanced out by fluff
note: I don't know what this is I just wrote it
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You scurry down the corridor barefoot, soles slapping against the cream tiles as your hair flutters in the breeze.
It's a hot day. Too got for your liking. Your father had insisted you went to the spring and bathed to cool yourself down but you couldn't do that with a whirlpool of anxiety in your mind. At least you had to find Soonyoung.
"Soonyoung!" You call out, footsteps slowing to a calm walk as you approach the kitchen and turn your head round the door.
"Soonyoung isn't in here, your Highness." One of the maids replies once they've all curtsied. "I believe she went out to find you only moments ago."
You let out a sigh.
What is it with that girl and disappearing just when you need her? You need a helping hand in cleaning yourself up from the gamekeeper's cat - her pawprints have smudged dirt all over your dress, and it would be best done with a laugh.
"Perhaps I can call you another servant to help you with your dress, I can't imagine his Majesty's reaction when he sees you like this, your Highness." The same maid responds.
"Thank you but I'd rather do it myself." You smile, quickly swishing your dress around and rushing back down the corridor.
"___, there you are!"
Oh no.
You turn and, to your dislike, come face to face with your father and a rather handsome man.
"Whatever happened to your dress? You look absolutely filthy." He scowls, "A princess can't run around the castle looking like this."
"Sorry, father." You gently curtsey to the man beside him, only for the gentleman to take your hand in his and place a soft kiss on the back.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess ___." The man says with a slight look of distaste.
"And you..."
"Prince Seokjin." He nods.
"This is your suitor, ___." Your father explains.
"My suitor?"
"Yes, it seems about time that you got married, and of course you must be provided with the best."
"I thought it was mutual." The Prince mutters, loud enough so that you could hear it but your aging father couldn't.
"Well I don't want to get married." You frown.
"It's out of the question for you to not be wedded."
"And why would I want to marry a man I've only just met?"
"Well you'll have a month or two to familiarise yourselves, that should be plenty of time."
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"What do you do around here for fun?"
"Well, the gardens are wonderful so I often take a stroll." The man looks uninterested at the idea, "There's a pub nearby, just outside of the castle grounds, lots of the knights go there."
"You've been?"
"No." Your cheeks warm. His gaze is somewhat intimidating, how could you marry such a cold man? Is the kingdom really with this much?
You sit in silence for a moment.
"Perhaps you'd like to see around the castle?" You suggest, resting your eyes on the nature around you.
"Castles are all the same, just like Kings and princesses." He sighs dryly. "Do you have any say in your father's decisions?"
"No, of course not."
"And you've never worked a day?"
"N-no, I can't say I have."
"Then what is your relevance as a princess? To sit and be pretty?" He glares at you, unimpressed with your lack of experience.
"I'm not allowed to do anything else." You reply. "I'm a woman."
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"Maybe you should kiss."
"Kiss?" You and Prince Seokjin repeat as you both turn to look at Soonyoung.
"Yes, just to see what it's like."
"I know what it's like." The Prince frowns, turning back to your smaller figure. "Don't you?"
You shake your head, looking down at your toes.
"Alright then, one kiss just so we can get it over with."
"Well I don't want it if its a chore." You oppose. "I want a proper kiss."
"My god, I'm going to be your husband, it can't get any more proper than that."
"But I don't want you to kiss me just because you have to. In fact, I refuse." You huff, insulted at the man's lack of excitement for a smooch. "You may never kiss me."
"Never kiss you? What about at the wedding?"
"Oh shut up about the wedding, I don't want to marry you!"
"And I don't want to marry you, but we don't have much choice, now come here and let me kiss you."
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"What is it?" Your fork fondles the strange lump in front of you, a look of regret on your face as you consider returning to your chambers.
"It's a cake."
"That...is a cake?" You glance at the Prince.
"Have you never seen a cake before?"
"Of course I've seen a cake before, but why does it look like that?" You frown, whispering to him, "It looks like excrement."
"Maybe it is. Maybe the servants are sick of your complaining so they decided to get their revenge. I would if I was them."
"Meredith would never!" You gently slap his arm. "And why, I don't do anything to you!"
"You're very annoying." He brushes his fingers through his locks.
"And so are you."
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You have to say you'd never planned on waking up in Prince Seokjin's arms; his warm breath fanning your forehead as his arm sits over your hip. He's incredibly handsome...in a snotty kind of way.
"Why are you staring at me?" he mumbles,
"Why are you pretending to be asleep?" You hum as his eyes flutter open, grip on you remaining still as he looks down into your eyes.
"I thought it would be more peaceful that way." He explains, eyes never leaving yours, "You didn't sleep much."
"No." You reply, glancing away and sitting yourself up. He follows suit, one arm behind your back as if he's caging your side.
"I told you it would be alright." He places his thumb and forefinger on your jawline, gently tilting your head towards his.
The memories of last night hit you like a brick - how you'd bumped into him after a nightmare, and he'd softly soothed you to sleep in his chambers. The treatment took you by shock, you had expected him to laugh in your face or mock your fragility. Yet he comforted you instead.
"Are you scared of me?"
The question catches you off-guard. For some reason he wants to know, wants to know if you'll find warmth in his embrace, if you could stay by his side, if you were hurt by a man like him before.
"No." You look up at him and his gaze slowly falls to your lips. "I could never be."
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"He has nice eyes, don't you think?" You turn away from the painting to the man beside you.
"They look perfectly bland to me." Seokjin replies, shifting his hand to your lower back.
You sigh up at him, "You really must learn to give compliments."
"There's no need."
"There is every need! You know, not once have you called me beautiful, or pretty, or radiant, what good is that?"
"Well I don't value you on your appearance."
"But I still want to hear it!" You huff and he chuckles to himself.
"My, you're just like a child." He smiles, "Whining and stamping your feet. If you wanted me to compliment you then you could have just asked."
You pout, turning away from him.
"You're very beautiful, ___, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
There's a moment of silence.
"Well now you're just saying it because you have to!" You glare at him and he looks shocked.
"You asked me to compliment you so I did!"
"No I didn't, I just asked why you never give me attention."
"I give you attention all the time."
"Not enough!"
"Are you an infant?! How much attention do you need?"
"Clearly more than you're giving me!" You argue, "And it's not just that, sometimes you don't even look at me!"
"I can't always have my eyes on you, ___, I would if I could but unfortunately eye contact is important during verbal communication."
You sigh, nudging his side. "Fine."
"Fine." He repeats.
"But more compliments." You reiterate, playing with a loose strand of hair.
"Whatever you say, darling."
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The number of times Seokjin has asked you if he should grow a beard in the past month is absurd. Yet, here he sits asking your for the thousandth time.
"I said no."
"But it might make me look more manly."
"You already look manly." You shrug, "And very handsome."
He reaches his arms out and swiftly pulls you into his lap, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Now imagine I did that with a beard."
"Disgusting. It would be all scratchy and unpleasant."
"But it would look epic."
"Who's looking?"
"Well if I put a mirror over there then I'll be."
"Can't you just imagine yourself with a beard instead?"
The man sighs, pulling at his arms around your waist and sighing before fully facing you.
"___, darling, I really think a beard is the way to go."
"And Seokjin, my love, I really don't think it is."
Seokjin never grew a beard, probably becuase you persuaded him it would hide his sharp jawline too much.
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"We're getting married next week." The man wraps his arms around your frame, pressing his chest to your back as he peppers kisses down your neck.
"Mhm."
"I bet you're going to look even more gorgeous than you already do." He grins, teeth nibbling at the shell of your ear in a ticklish way. You squirm a little and he chuckles, turning you around in my arms.
"Does that mean you're finally going to kiss me?"
"I thought I never could."
"I changed my mind." You state matter-of-factly, glaring at his unimpressed expression.
"How convenient."
"Kiss me now then."
"I don't want to." He raises an eyebrow at your puckered lips.
"Why not?"
"Because you're being sulky."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Then why are you pouting?"
You sigh, propping yourself up on your tippy toes and resting yourself against his broad shoulders. He looks at you expectantly and, with upmost delicacy, you place a very sweet kiss on his plump lips.
"If you're going to do it then do it properly." He rolls his eyes, grabbing your face in his hands and shoving his lips onto yours.
The kiss is soft yet sensual enough to have a heavy heat blooming in your chest and your head filling with indecent thoughts. You never thought you'd be here, in this position, with this man.
"Was that better?" He asks, slightly breathless.
You nod violently and he laughs, gently brushing some stray hair from your face.
"You want to know something?"
"I already know quite a lot."
"Of course you do-"
"I do, I read a lot of books."
"Are you going to let me speak?"
"Yes, okay, carry on." You pout.
He smiles softly, pressing his forehead against yours. "I love you."
















