How to Chase a Royalty. [j.jk + k.th]

4.

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The Fair Person with the Melody.

It was such a nice day today; even the weather was fine - neither too hot nor too cold. One would go for a calming stroll, hangout with friends, or go swimming.
But, no, not Taehyung. As much as he wanted to go play, he was stuck with a broomstick now.

Yes. After getting lectured and smacked on the head for breaking the pots, Kim Seokjin had banned him from the kitchen. "If I see you anywhere near here, I'll cut ya." The Royal Chef had threatened, before handing him over to some other eunuch who gave him the task of sweeping.

The scolding made him remember his mother.

"Aah." Taehyung let out a deep sigh. "I miss having fun. I wonder who's taking Yeontan out for a walk. Don't worry, I'll try my best to return home soon~" He caressed the broomstick, imagining it to be his lovely dog.

He lifted his eyes and caught a glimpse of someone.

In the distance, under the rustling trees was the King crossing the bridge. His servants followed behind, silently.
Taehyung admired the perfect clean-cut features of the King's face. His posture - proper with back straight, his walk elegant. The man showed discipline.
His cold eyes however looked distant and aloof. His expression grim. It made him appear like he was mourning.

If only he smiled more. Taehyung had a thought. That'd be wonderful.

Suddenly, the King lifted his head and glanced at him. Their eyes met.

Taehyung caught his breath. His heart skipped a beat. Having been caught staring, he smiled sheepishly. He lifted one of his hand in the air and waved hello at him.

The King moved his eyes away.

"What a jerk..." Taehyung scowled as he carried on with his work. "A smile won't kill him."

A laughter sounded in the air.

Standing a few feet away from him was a short person dressed in noble clothes. Holding a white fan which had crimson flowers embroidered on it, he smiled at Taehyung. Almost flirtatiously.

He guessed, judging by the expensive clothes on this person's body, that he could only be one of the royal family.

Park Jimin.
Prince.
Brother to the King.

The Prince kept standing there, fanning himself as he watched Taehyung with a smug smile.

What is the Prince doing here? Why is he looking at me like that? Maybe...I should smile back at him?

Taehyung - who felt extremely uncomfortable - forced a smile, hoping the Prince would strike up a conversation, but he didn't. The Prince's smile only grew bigger.

Finally, his annoyance had reached its peak. Taehyung complained, "You know, you're really creeping me out by just standing there and smiling."

"Is that how you feel?" The Prince said. A big smirk plastered on his face. "Hmm. People usually feel honored when I admire their face."

Taehyung scowled. He knew this type of people very well. The attention seekers. He knew exactly how to deal with such people.

"Aiyah." Taehyung grinned. "Of course, I am honored, Your Highness. But, surely, being a Prince, you have better things to do than admire a servant's face."