| y/n's pov |
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"y/n!" sana whisper-shouts.
"uhhhh," i groan, rolling over on the floor.
"watch it, y/n! you almost rolled over the dumplings!" sana whispers again.
i flutter my eyelashes, opening my eyes, and recalling what happened last night.
"oh shoot, we didn't clean up, did we?" i ask.
"i did, but you completely knocked my box tower over!" sana whisper-shouts slightly louder.
"sorry," i hoarsely apologize, sitting up from the floor.
"ill be back," sana whispers, picking up the boxes, "get off the floor, you've already messed your hair up," she scolds, before leaving.
i roll my eyes, before lazily getting back on my bed. before i could close my eyes again, sana bursts through the door.
"bad news, y/n."
"of course," i mutter, sitting up in my bed, "what now?"
"you may or may not be 15 minutes late to breakfast." sana smiles.
"great," i sarcastically smile, "any chance they might've ate without me?"
"nope, the queen always waits for everyone to show before eating."
"greeeeat." i sarcastically smile, again.
"give me like two minutes," i speak, hopping out my bed and starting to dig through my wardrobe. i quickly change clothes, and dash downstairs, and into the dining room.
the queen and soobin were talking, but they both stop just to look at me. soobin eyes me, and then my hair, reminding me I TOTALLY FORGOT TO DO MY HAIR.
"nice of you to join us, y/n." soobin smartly remarks, and i resist the urge to roll my eyes.
im currently lacking excuses for why im late, so i silently sit down.
"so.." i trail off.
"did you sleep well?" the queen asks, adjusting her chair.
"yes ma'am- i slept so well, that i messed my hair up.. and uh- it was very knotted so i had a hard time doing it when i woke up." that's a pretty decent excuse.
"you did your hair?" soobin asks, amd the queen glares at him.
"i didn't finish," i add on, glaring at soobin to, and i swear, i saw him smirk.
"well, let's eat," the queen smiles, ignoring how hot my face is feeling, i nod and flash a small smile.
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"so he smirked at you?" sana asks, for the third time.
"i swear he did!" i exclaim.
"your so for real?"
"mhm!"
"well y/n-"
"what do i do?"
"i don't know, my love life is a mess, it'd be better if you got advice from nayeon or tzuyu, they got a man locked in."
"sana!" i exclaim, signaling her she's not helping.
"im just saying," she shrugs, "how'd you feel afterwards?"
"hot."
"huh?"
"hot," i repeat.
"like, fever hot?"
"forget i told you anything!" i groan in frustration.
"okay," she shrugs, smiling,
"sana!"
"what?" she fakely pouts.
"ugggggh." i let out another loud groan.
"are you done 'ugggh'-ing because you have somewhere to be," sana comments.
"where?" i ask.
"uhm, the queen told me not to tell you, but since we're like besties, ill tell you." sana pauses, "okay so she told me to take you to her room so her personal assistant can give you lessons."
"lessons on what?"
"she said something about manners and teaching you how to be royal, but i wasn't really paying attention."
"aren't personal assistants for ceo's?" i ask again.
"i don't know," sana shrugs, "hurry up though, we have like two minutes and you don't want to be late again."
"oh, your right, one second." i say, pulling my hair back into the ponytail ive been doing for the last fiveteen minutes.
"okay let's go," i murmur, shuffling behind sana, as she leads me out the door.
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"hello, you must be y/n?" the lady (who i assume is the queen "personal assistant") asks.
"yes ma'am," i respond, bowing slightly. as i stood back up, the women looked at me in horror.
"your posture is horrible!" she exclaims in disgust.
"oh..." how do i not respond to this lady without bringing up the fact her face looks like a botox gone wrong? "really..?"
"yes, really! shoulders, up, back, down!" she demands, i don't know why but she terrifies me, so of course, i did.
"that's.. a little better, now come in," she shoos me in the room, "we have lots of work to do."
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"i was resisting the urge to slam her face in the door!" i yell, angrily.
"because..?" sana asks.
"she insulted me in every way possible! she said my nails looked like they were filed down to my cuticles, and that my hair looked like a horse tail and raccoon head combined, and my face was poorly moisturized, and i was the size of a jellybean!"
"i-"
"she called me short!"
"well-"
"it's not my fault she's the height of a power line!"
"y/n, for your age, your height is below average by five inches.." sana trails off.
"five?! im only four inches below average!"
"really? i thought you were.."
"sana, you're not helping." i stuff my head into my pillow, wanting to go to sleep.
"my bad," she sarcastically puts her hands up, "maybe some itaewon classroom will help you." sana frantically clicks the tv remote buttons.
"im too tired," i complain, head in my pillow.
"well, you can be tired after we finish this episode," sana states, "popcorn?"
"promise you won't-" i lift my head up.
"promise i won't drop it this time," she holds her pinky finger out.
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(a/n: cause we are zela zela zela zealous, and you are jela jela jela jealous)
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