Princes charming (Bts x reader)

Tired

Yoongi doesn't react while I look anywhere else.

"Sure" he says in a tone that he doesn't believe me.
"I'll tell you where I stand. I'd like to give us a chance" he continues, looking right at me.

"A chance at what?" I awkwardly smile.

There is no way he wants to get with this dwarf of a body, ugly ass face and shit personality.

"A chance at love. You really are slow, aren't you?" he asks, tilting his head, his fluffy hair almost covering his eyes.

"For real? Have you seen how I look?" I start questioning his bullshit.
"So? That don't matter" he shrugs, unbothered.

I was speechless.

How could people not care?

Of course people care.

"Alright-alright-just imagine walking down the isle with a short green dwarf troll thing. Nobody wants that" I deadpan.
"You don't know what I want" he simply answers, as calm as ever.

This guy-

"I suppose you're right" I blink, not knowing what to say. A very rare moment for me.

"So, what do you want?" I ask.

He sighs as he thinks about it, leaning back in his chair.

"I don't believe in true love, but there must be a reason why you woke me up. I'm willing to explore what that might mean if you're willing" he says after he thought about it.
"And this isn't coming from a prince or whatever" he adds on, waving it off.
"Unless if you want it to be" he eyes me.

I still don't really know what to say.

If I were in his shoes, I'd probably thank the gods that I'm awake and pay the troll off that woke me up.

"I'd like to take advantage, but I'll feel guilty. Just because I'm the one who woke you up doesn't mean you should force yourself to be this nice to me. You're a good person and deserve real love" I say with a small smile.

If I was in my normal body, I totally would've gone for the opportunity. A few dates here and there.

I'm already embarrassed for his part at the image of him dating a dwarf.

"I'm not hearing a no. We can take it slow" he says with an unbothered expression, starting on his cake.

"By the way, I've been racking me brain since last time. We've known each other before. Do you remember?" he asks, squinting his eyes.

I start on the cake in front of me, since Yoongi was doing the same.

"Yeah, I looked different" I shortly say to get a bite of the cake.
"I think I would've remembered you" he says, more invested in my story than his cake as his fork freezes in the air.

"I was normal. I'm under a curse" I explain, having a grand time with the cake.

It's so creamy~

"Anything I can do to help?" he asks.
"Not really" I wave him off.

"So, how do you know me then?" he asks again.
"I'm known as Aaron. We spent a bit of time together when we were teenagers" I say and Yoongi seems to freeze.

"No way. There's no way" he says, mouth hanging agape.

"You even played the piano for me. Do you still play?" I ask, tilting my head a bit.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember me.

He freezes again.

"...You couldn't have told me earlier?" he asks, irritated, rubbing his face.
"So you do remember me" I ask, pleasantly surprised.