The Lonely Prince (BTS Jungkook)

To Jungkook's Castle

The oh-so-arrogant prince drags me out of my humble cottage, my free hand going to the brim of my hat to keep it from falling off. A string of not-so ladylike words flies from my mouth as we walk among the trees, my home growing farther away from me as we press onward.

This guy is nuts!

We walk past our first meeting spot, and I can soon see a faint outline of the village ahead. Having enough of being pulled around like a sack of potatoes, I finally rip his hand from my wrist.

The wind drifts through the treetops, making a few loose leaves flutter to the ground around us. Its almost time for fall, the slight chill in the air signaling its return. With the forest alive around us once again, I begin to rant my grievances to the royally irritated prince.

"You're not taking me through the village, are you?" A cold sweat breaks out down my spine and palms.

"How else do you suppose we get to my castle?" He blinks down at me with an annoyed expression. His hands placed arrogantly on his hips with his foot beginning to tap in frustration with me; his eyebrow raised in questioning at my supposedly dumb question.

"Uh, I don't know." I shrug, racking my brain for my own ideas. "Go around?"

I don't miss the way his eyes roll at my answer as he places another firm grip on my wrist again.

"Stop being ridiculous." Is all he says as he pulls me over to the edge of the forest.

But I'm not being ridiculous. I'll be a laughingstock if I go into this village without a disguise. I'm pretty sure every male in his twenties or thirties will recognize me as the strange girl who lives in the woods and love dusts unsuspecting men. It probably wasn't a secret that I was doing witchcraft, but for some reason, no one ever sought me out to cash in any reward money. Either way, I can't imagine I'll be welcome here.

"Your highness!" Is shouted from a distance in front of us, and I soon hear the clatter of horse hooves over the grassy field that separates the village from the forest. A man in his late twenties with blonde hair rides a speckled horse, leading a black stallion behind him with a rope. "You caught her sir! Did she harm you?"

I turn to scowl at the man for insinuating that I was dangerous, but I quickly turn my head away from him in embarrassment when I realize he was one of the four men who I dusted earlier this week. He stops on his horse a couple feet away from us, them huffing and neighing.

"I'm fine." Jungkook reassures the man, taking the rope from him and leading the black mustang closer to me. It was decorated with white jewels, a worn leather saddle on its back. The behemoth must have stood at least two heads taller than me, and I watch as the prince digs through the intricately decorated saddlebag. He pulls out a rope, and his eyes turn to me.

Not even hesitating one moment, he wraps the rope around my wrists, leaving my eyes as big as saucers. The horses paw at the ground around us, and I watch the blonde man snicker at my reaction.

"What are you doing?" I ask, struggling in his grasp.

"Prisoner. Remember?" Is all he says as I watch a light smirk make its way to his face once more. He ties the end of the rope around the horn of the saddle, and with one quick motion he mounts the black steed. "Try to keep up, yeah?"

My right eye ticks as anger builds inside of me. What did I expect? Him to let me ride on the horse behind him? My arms wrapped around his firm waist? No. Of course not. He must pull me through the entire village for everyone to see. Like a... well, like a prisoner.

Have you ever felt someone staring at you or talking about you? The utter embarrassment I feel rushing through my veins right now makes me wish this horse beside me would trample me to death. The hooves clack on the cobblestone below us, me being dragged along not-so elegantly.