Her Royal Highness ❃ 𝓳𝓳𝒌

Chapter 12

You looked down at Taehyung with a heavy heart, putting up a smile and nodding. His smile only seemed to get bigger as he pushed the ring up your finger – making the crowd cheer and throw flower petals that had lain on the table as decoration.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The lot of them shouted as people pulled out their phones to record the moment. Some other have been recording the whole proposal, ready to post it.

Taehyung's hands remained on yours as he leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. You didn't have time for this! You had to find JK...you just had to. You pulled away, letting go of his hands and trying to pass through the crowd of people.

"Excuse me, Your Highness, how are you feeling?"

"Where are you going, Your Highness?"

"Did you expect the proposal, Your Highness?"

You squished in between journalists, yet they didn't want to let you pass before you answered their questions. Jimin pulled a journalist back from his jacket, moving him away from you. Yoongi did the same, glaring at them if they didn't, and with his glare they definitely moved away. Soon enough, the space was cleared and you ran into the castle, leaving a bunch of confused journalists and guests – most of which you didn't know anyway. You ran down the hall and up to Jungkook's room, only to find it empty. The cold wind entered through the opened window, making the white sheers fly around like a waltzing ballgown. You closed the door, heading back out.

"Koo?" You called out, opening doors and poking your head through to see if he's in any one of the rooms. You sighed, giving up and tiredly walking down the hall until you saw the sunlight being cast onto the floor from the slightly ajar doors to the ballroom, be partially blocked. You quietly slipped inside, leaning against the door jamb.

Jungkook sipped on the golden whiskey before leaning his head back and letting it all slide down. The crystal bottle of whiskey (which was half empty) was placed on the small white table at the side of the room and Jungkook took lazy steps towards it, slamming the glass down onto the table, as if he had no control over his hand. Jungkook stopped walking for a minute to stare at the glass and the way that it reflected a small rainbow when the light passed through it.

"Hmm, my dear~" He hummed, turning his back to the entrance where you were standing. He looked at the view of the green and leafy orchard beneath him through the large windows that almost reached the top of the ceiling. He clicked his tongue, gazing at the white pane of the French windows before he swayed to where a clothing rack stood. His gaze softened as he looked at the single dress that was hung up. Your dress when he first realised that he was falling for you. His long fingers elegantly traced the perfect stitches sewn into the fabric. And suddenly, he pushed the rack away from him, letting the metal loudly clash with the ground. Your eyes widened – you've never seen him like this.

His chest rose and fell heavily, struggling to breathe, and his legs gave up on him, folding under each other as he suddenly fell to the floor. His hands ruffled his hair, pulling on the ends as he let out a chocked sob. You closed the door behind you, stepping out of your shoes and running towards him. You sank to your knees, wrapping your arms tightly around him as his lungs screamed for air. You shifted your body to face him, but he looked down, only giving you a glimpse of his tear-stained cheeks.

"Please." You muttered, dragging your fingers under his chin and trying to get him to look at you. The cold tips of your fingers left small goosebumps dotted against his soft, pale skin. He didn't bother to flinch, too consumed by his thoughts for his body to react to the difference in temperature.

"You know that I'm not interested in him, Koo. You know that I only love you, don't you?" You asked softly and your heart only cracked when he finally looked up at you. His big, innocent eyes reddening from the spilt tears and you were the reason why. Your thumb moved up to wipe away a falling tear and his pink lips parted, releasing a shaky breath.