𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘿 |𝙈𝙔𝙂|

Twenty-One: Not My Wife

~~SANGHEE'S POV~~

"Which Prince?" I ask.

A dark expression overtakes his fine facial features, sending a chill down my spine, "Prince Jiun."

It takes a moment for me to process his words. I fall completely silent. I feel as though I can't speak because there is absolutely no air in my lungs...

"Sanghee...?"
"Prince Jiun," I mumble, "P-prince Jiun..."

He wrinkles his nose disapprovingly, "Sanghee, are you ok—,"

"Prince Jiun?!" I nearly shriek, causing him to jump in surprise.

"Sanghee, what the hell—,"

What?? How does he know the prince? How is this even possible? Prince Jiun would have been just a child! And he had to power to make Yoongi angry enough to kill him? What happened?

I let out a bitter laugh, "How do you know him?!"

He blinks several times in utter confusion, "You're making no sense."

Before I get the chance to reply, someone begins to pound on the door, causing Yoongi to immediately rise to his feet.

"Hoseok, what's up?" he asks his exasperated friend who is sweating like a dog. 

"J-Jungkook—," he pants, rubbing his neck, "You need to go to Heyra's..."

"Hobi, what is wrong??" he demands in a deep and husky voice, which sends strange sensations to circulate in my veins. 

"Jangmi might be pregnant," he finally lets out, and Yoongi's eyes light up with shock.

"Pregnant..?" we both respond in unison, begging Hoseok for answers.

The room drowns in complete silence.

"Oh god... who's the father?" Yoongi sighs, "It can't be Hasun, right?"

"If she really is, the only person it could be is Jungkook," Hoseok responds, "Deep down we all know that."

"You're right, they both love each other too much to ever do something like that."

"What if Hasun hurt her?" I ask, feeling worried sick for Jangmi. Raising a child here would be a long and painful experience.

Yoongi shakes his head, but doesn't meet my eyes. He avoids me in every way possible. They were only together a day or so. Plus, she would have told Jungkook for sure."

"We should go. He needs us," Hoseok nudges his friend, sending me a friendly smile.

"Stay here," Yoongi says before I can protest, grabbing his jacket.

"B-but you're hurt—," I quickly get up from my bed, "You should be carefu—,"

"I'm fine," he snaps coldly, dismissing me once again.

Why does it hurt so much when he does that? I should be used to it by now...

"Listen," I dare to say, "I can help. I'm a court maid. I've been taking care of women all of my life."

"Well..." he fires back, "You're not a courtmaid anymore, are you? And you won't ever be one again. Because here in Changu, you can't be anything. Nothing except an evil criminal. That's you're new identity. So stay in here."