crowned king | c.soobin (ON HOLD!!)

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[ y/n's pov ]

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let's just say, the picnic was awkward. the whole time soobin and i were eating, the queen bombarded me with questions, expecting someone to make a conversation out of one of them. she tried to ask soobin questions, but he didn't speak the whole time.

the only direct interaction between me and soobin had was when we were cleaning up the picnic and i almost tripped over the blanket. and it was pretty embarrassing because soobin caught me like we were in a disney movie.

the ride on the way back was pretty awkward, no one said anything, surprisingly, the queen didn't speak either. i almost fell asleep but i didn't because if someone woke me up it would be super awkward.

and yeah, that's why im here in my unusually ginormous room, sitting on my bed, unable to fall asleep. im glad that my stuff finally got delivered today (including my pinky pie my little pony toothbrush), so i have a majority of my clothes and my phone. i haven't bothered to try and out any of my clothes in that 'walk in closet' so most of my clothes are stuffed into a drawer in the dresser. but they replaced half of my sweatpants with more 'mature' and 'lady-like' clothes.

i continuously scroll through my twitter feed, trying to find something entertaining and catch my interest. eventually, i do, somehow, half of my twitter feed is about soobin and his coronation. i  swipe out the app, out of boredom, and plop into my bed. 

and before i know it, ive knocked myself out.

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poke.

"y/n?" a voice whispers.

another poke.

"y/n, wake up."

and another poke.

those three pokes are enough to send my eyelids flying open. i see sana standing over me, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"hmm?" i hum, annoyed that ive been awoken, and annoyed that im awake.

"the queen sent me for you," she mumbles.

"why?"

"to try on wedding dresses." 

"already?" i ask, my eyes widening, and i sit up in my bed. 

"since, she did move up the marriage date, she wanted to get the wedding preparations over with so you two could bond." 

"but-" 

"we have to leave im twenty minutes, ive left a couple outfits in your wardrobe, so pick one you like the most." she smiles, before exiting the room as swiftly as she must've entered. 

i sigh, before swinging my legs out the bed. i cant believe im getting married to some super tall handsome guy who i barely know.

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"sorry for the sudden notice, y/n." the queen apologizes, for the third time this awkward car ride.  

"no worries, your highness, i don't have any plans anyways," i say, as if i don't live in the same castle as her, and she would definitely know if i have plans.

"i just wish i would've told you the night pier, but i was so busy, it totally slipped my mind!" she quietly exclaims.

i hum in response, not knowing what to add on to what the queen said. 

the awkward silence continues, as sana, the queen, and i ride alongside with eachother, and letting the butler drive. ive tried to ask for the butler's name three times now, but it's like he's trained not to speak. 

later than sooner, we arrive to a private wedding dress shop, and it looks pretty small from the front, but the sides extend for what seem to be miles. i hear mumbling and muttering outside, along with camera shutters.

you've got to be kidding me right now. 

"now let's hustle inside, we don't want out pictures in the news nkw, do we?" the queen jokes, but it's pretty obvious the word -of the queen, and a unknown girl going to a wedding dress shop- is going to get out. 

the butler hood out the front seat, and i whip my head in sana's direction, "are you coming?" 

"after the press leaves," she says, "that's one of the rules a maid has to follow, if you're out with the queen, always wait until new reporters or the press leave." 

i feel a slight disappointment, but i nod my head.

"let's get going, y/n!" the queen shouts, as the butler (his name tag- that ive never noticed until this very moment- says Louie) opens the door. the press immediately starts clicking at their cameras, hoping to get one good shot of the queen. 

but what they don't expect, is a younger girl to hop out right behind her,

 "your highness, who is this lady with you?"

"why are you at a wedding dress store?"

"how do you feel about your son officially taking the throne?" 

"our loyal queen, may you sign my chin?" 

"is this one of your relatives?" 

and those are just a few of the questions i heard while we struggled past the crowd. one of the body guards was carelessly throwing himself around like a bean sack, moving the press away from us, allowing us to rush to the door- so we did. 

"what was-" 

"y/nnie!" i voice calls, and i turn my head to where the familiar nickname came from. 

"mom?!" i almost shouted, as my mom shoved me into her warm embrace. 

"sweetheart, it's your big day." 

"actually-"

"shhh, are you ready to pick out a dress?"

"no, not really, if anything, im the opposite of ready." 

"that's what they all say, y/n, but trust me, once we find you the right dress, you'll be ready."

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(a/n: 143)