Mi Amor✔️

9

Love is such a beautiful word isn’t it? It’s already close to a month since his departure. I’ve been waiting for him. The man who promised me to come back. ‘War’ is as ironic and strong as it might sound. But in reality it ain’t that fascinating. This is my second time anticipating a man’s arrival from war.

The only difference this time was that I was much more desperate than when I was with Yoongi. We fought together to save our Kingdom. Here, he went all alone. I’ll wait for him. Wait for him to come back and smile that eye smile. That’s made me start feeling jittery lately.

He appointed me to take care of his Kingdom. Considering my past experience in handling royal matters. “Miss Y/N we have a notice for you.” A maid came into my room, handing me a letter.

Greetings Y/N,

Hope you are taking care of my Kingdom well? I’ll be returning soon to my people. ~ King Jimin

That’s it? No words written about his well being or asking me how am I doing? Why is it hurting me? I mean it’s just a letter right? Right? He’ll come back to me and be his usual self. I should stop overthinking. Days passed and he finally came back. I marched to the entrance excited to see him.

He was healthier which I thanked God for. There was something wrong, his gaze didn't meet mine. In spite of me staring at him. He didn’t spare a glance at my direction. “King Jimin” I called him out. He turned to me, scowling at my figure. “What did I do? Did I upset him? Or is it perhaps-” my thoughts were put to an end, seeing another figure get down the palanquin.

She hugged his arm. Oh! I see where this is leading to. “Yes Miss Y/N?” He wasn’t soft to me anymore. I was just another one of his Kingdom humans. Maybe, I was hallucinating or his sudden change didn’t settle well with me? But the tone he used on me was really harsh. “Welcome back to your Kingdom Jimin, I-” he raised his hand in the air abruptly, cutting me off my words. “It’s King Jimin to you.”

People around me scoffed, some even laughed. So this is how it feels to be publicly humiliated. Tears started clouding my vision. Bowing my head to him, I murmured a small “sorry” loud enough for him to hear and walked out of the scene. At the end of the day he was the same as others. Judgemental and arrogant. It was my fault to have let my guards down. To a stranger. I barely knew.

Why would anyone even wanna love a broken and tarnished woman like me? Who has nothing? Wish you were here Yoongs. I was humiliated and shunned of my self respect today. Are all Kings the same? Atrocious and untrustable?? He bloomed the seed of love in my heart only to pluck it out and crush it mercilessly under his feet. Where did I go wrong?

I had made myself clear since the start. To give me time in order to recuperate from my past. There’s no use crying over the spilt milk now. All I can do is to protect myself. Stay away from these people. Never to trust anyone ever again. None is honest, or worth to be trusted. Was I that big of a fool? To get coaxed up in his sweet talks?

He’d of course chose a rich Princess over a commoner like me? Not everyone can be like my Yoongs. Overlooking the odds and accepting me the way I am.

Why did you even save me that day, Park Jimin? To put me back into a new hell hole. Personally created by you, after months of skilful planning. You’re probably happy now aren’t you? You destroyed me completely, made me your puppet. I fucking hate love and people who love.

Love is a myth, there ain’t such a thing as feelings that I can feel. I don’t go in the basic requirements of a lover: rich, powerful, pretty and young. I have none of them. Why do I feel so ugly today? Am I ugly Yoongs?