The Selection

Chapter 57

This story/plot belongs to Kiera Cass

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I walked into the Women's Room, thoughts focused on Jungkook's new plan. The queen hadn't shown up yet, and the girls were all laughing in a clump by the windows.

"Y/n, come here!" Kriss said urgently. Even Celeste turned back smiling, waving me over.

I was a little uneasy about what could be waiting for me, but I walked to the huddle anyway.

"Oh, my goodness!" I squealed.

"I know," Celeste sighed.

There, running laps in the garden without their shirts on, were half of the guards in the palace. Taehyung had told me that all guards got injections to help keep them strong, but apparently they also did a lot of work to keep their bodies in peak condition.

While we were all devoted to Jungkook, the sight of cute boys was something we couldn't ignore.

"The guy with blond hair," Kriss said. "Well, I think he's a blond. Their hair is so short!"

"I like this one," Elise said quietly as another guard ran past our window.

Kriss giggled. "I can't believe we're doing this!"

"Oh, oh! That guy, right there with the brown eyes," Celeste said, pointing to Taehyung.

Kriss sighed. "I danced with him at Halloween, and he's as funny as he is good-looking."

"I danced with him, too," Celeste bragged. "Easily the most gorgeous guard in the palace."

I had to laugh a little. I wondered how she would feel if she knew he used to be a Six.

I watched him run and thought about the hundreds of times those arms had embraced me. The distance growing between Taehyung and me felt unavoidable, but even now I had to wonder if there was a way to keep some piece of what we had. What if I needed him?

"What about you, Y/n?" Kriss asked.

The only one who really caught my eye was Taehyung, and after feeling that ache for him, this felt kind of stupid. I dodged the question.

"I don't know. They're all kind of nice."

"Kind of nice?" Celeste echoed. "You have to be kidding! These are some of the best-looking guys I've ever seen."

"It's only a bunch of boys without their shirts on," I countered.

"Yeah, why don't you enjoy it for a minute before it's just the three of us you have to look at," she said snippily.

"Whatever. Jungkook looks just as good without his shirt on as any of those guys."

"What?" Kriss shrieked.

A second after the words slipped out of my mouth, I realized what I'd said. Three sets of eyes focused in on me.

"When were you and Jungkook topless, exactly?" Celeste demanded.

"I wasn't!"

"But he was?" Kriss asked. "Was that what that god-awful dress was about yesterday?"

Celeste gasped. "You slut!"

"Excuse me!" I yelled.

"Well, what else would you expect?" she snapped, crossing her arms. "Unless you want to tell us all what happened and why we're so wrong."

But there was no way to explain this. Undressing Jungkook hadn't exactly been a romantic moment, but I couldn't tell them I'd been tending to wounds on his back specifically delivered by his father. He'd spent his life guarding that secret. If I betrayed him now, it would be the end of us.