You sit in your throne, the black hanfu with golden roses printed wrapping around your lean frame with your usually bound raven long hair loose, ❝Hm. Lady Y/N, beautiful, young princess of Orett❞ Jisung is sitting on the windowsill, the charming smile on his lips is captivating.
❝A sight to see❞ He mutters with a sly smile. You do know that it's to tip you off, to break your cold demeanor, to make you snap, because he loved playing with you. You were always so irresponsive to him and that's what that kept him intrigued. You love him yet you hated his guts. How he never treated you like a princess. How he always knew to make you snap. He jumps into your room, striding towards the throne but he stops, leaving a few steps in between them, ❝Indeed. An eye candy❞ and that was the last straw. You get up with minacious smile, pulling out the dagger from your sash.
❝One more word, Park Jisung❞ you mutter, pointing the knife to his throat, ❝I won't hesitate to slice your throat❞ Jisung laughs, as he licks his pink lips, ❝My Y/N can never hurt me❞ you take a step back but his arms loop around your waist, to stop you, ❝Your Y/N?❞ you press the knife to his throat, trying to be nonchalant but the flush is high on your cheeks when he pulls you close to him. And in no time, the knife lies useless on the ground while Jisung's lips glide with yours.
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