Choi Misun, the only heir to her father's throne, was a regular teenage girl who was born with high position. She liked to be with her friends, go on walks and read romance novels. She also had many duties as a princess, one of them being to find a...
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Min Yoongi
Almost two weeks.
It has been almost two weeks since Misun has stormed out of the art room, leaving me alone in there with my thoughts running all over the place.
Have I done something wrong to upset her?
The way she left hurt me. Especially with her saying what she did. It felt as if she realized she's in a higher position than me and looked down on me suddenly.
Although I had a feeling there was something more to it than that. She isn't this type of person to look down on people. She made it clear the second we have met that she isn't and I saw it myself, as clear as a day.
So there must have been something on her mind to have said this. And I wanted to know what it was.
But there was one big problem.
Misun wouldn't talk to me.
Ever since that day I tried to get her alone. Whether it was before, during or after our two piano lessons in the past two weeks or somewhere else. She would be twitching in her seat while she played for me on the piano, sitting as far away from me as she could be and when I asked to correct her hands, she would say no and that she would do it herself. She would come not a second earlier to the room and leave immediately after I say our lesson is over.
There may not have been many moments where we are alone outside the music room but there were some where there was a possibility of us talking, however, she would run away each time she would see me just looking at her like I want to speak with her.
So I had come up with a very risky plan that I want to put into action because if everything works out, it will happen in only three days.
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"Auntie?" My voice rang through the hallway as I was stood in front of Mrs. Chae's room.
"Come in!" She called out from behind the closed door and I did as I was told, carefully opening the door and stepping inside quickly just to shut the door in a hurry. Mrs. Chae looked my way from her desk table where she was sitting as if I was a crazy person, candle lighting up the place. "What do you want, Yoongi?"
Suddenly being asked and reminded of why I came here in the first place, I couldn't help my cheeks from heating up.
"Do you by any chance have a male suit for formal events such as the mask ball that is happening in few days?" I politely asked her, fiddling with the strings of my dirty white blouse.
"May I ask why you want to know that?" She rised her eyebrow suspiciously and my eyes immediately went to the floor beneath my feet, finding it very interesting all of a sudden.
