i can do this all day . ksj

00 | GIVE ME YOUR WISHLIST

DARLING

I was ready to wring the prince's neck.

Jungkook had forced me into the seat next to his with hearts in his eyes, and since then, he had been not-so-subtly trying to drape his arm around my shoulder. He was not at all getting the hint that I was more interested in choking his regal ass with the bread roll in front of me than letting him touch me.

A glare from Seokjin, though, reminded me why was here. He did that annoying thing he so loves to do, pretending to be engrossed in conversation with the person beside him while his actual concentration was on me, or rather, inside my brain.

Come on, Darling, Seokjin said, his voice bouncing in my head. At least pretend to be interested in what he's saying.

In response, I imagine a donkey with projectile diarrhoea and beam it into Seokjin's thoughts. It makes him wince so strongly that the woman next to him holds onto his arm very helpfully to make sure he's okay - he has that strange sir-please-let-me-touch-you effect on people.

I force Seokjin out of my head and turn my attention back to the dopey, lovesick prince with his dopey, lovesick smile.

"Princess Darling, have I ever told you your eyes are richer than the most fertile of soil?"

I give him a strained grimace, barely stopping myself from ripping his hair out. "Only about a hundred times, Prince Jungkook, but I'm grateful you find me beautiful even after all this time."

He smiles so softly I thought he might kiss me (yikes), but before he can say something else sappy, the Asshole King clears his throat to get our attention.

"I thought I would let you know that the preparations for your wedding are going splendidly. I can have you wedded by the end of the month."

Shit. That's only two weeks away.

I look at Seokjin, who has suddenly gone very still. I guess he realises how it's going too soon, not at all according to the plan we had roughly thrown together on the day we met. I need more time to dig my claws into the king.

So I smile graciously at the king.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but there's no need to rush. It's already decided that Jungkook and I will get married, so we may as well take our time. Don't you think so, Jungkook?"

I didn't feel guilty for tricking Jungkook with the Take My Side Oh Big Strong Man expression I faked. In fact, watching the prince laser in on my lightly pouting lips reminded me of the power I had over him, and by correlation over the king.

Jungkook nods eagerly and proceeds to explain to his father how there was 'no reason at all to rush, in fact, we can even wait a few months because blah blah blah' and eventually the king agrees.

My relief at his answer carries me through the rest of dinner, and the second I get the chance, I slip away to my room with Seokjin.

I can feel his eyes on me as I wash off the gunk I'm expected to put on my face every morning, feel them burning through the bamboo screen I change my clothes behind.

When I come out again, he stands up and strides up to me, holding my gaze with such sincerity it makes me want to step back.

"Darling... are you sure you still want to do this? Get married to Jungkook just to have your chance at revenge?"

I want to reply flippantly, but something about his strained voice and the way he cards a hand through his purple hair makes me answer more carefully.

"I... Well, of course. Isn't that what we're here for? What else could we..." What else could I do but the thing I've already spent most of my life planning?

Seokjin's shoulders sag, just a little bit. I can tell he hoped I would say something else, but I can't tell what that something else should have been.

"Alright then, Darling. Whatever you wish, I'll make it happen."