Friend From Hell ✓

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She snarled in disgust upon looking at her dress for the day.

It was disgustingly sweet, had too much frill and not much lace.

The shade of pink was atrocious, yet still...

"You look amazing in it, Yunhee!" Her mother clapped, "Better than that dreadful black gothic attire you've been sporting." They were at a gala only for royals, located in their own throne room. A lot of noblemen and women walked about wearing expensive pieces of clothing while women had the most elaborate hairstyles. She had to clench her teeth to prevent herself from attacking her mother then and there in front of people. However, the evil glares didn't stop.

"Don't you feel like actual royalty now?" Her mother turned to her, expecting a proper answer. Yunhee looked around, seeing the looks people were giving her as they paid attention. Some were whispering to each other as well, talking nasty things about her.

"Come on, you will meet with the suitors and you must choose one to become your husband and the future King," she was pulled towards her rather tiny throne, carved from silver because she was always second best, even though she was an only child. She was forced to sit down, forced to endure each possible suitor coming up to her and making empty promises to her face.

She was sick of it.

"Lady Yunhee," one addressed her as they bowed low, "I am the best suited for you because I am the one who will protect you at all times." "Really?" Her eyebrow arched, "Even when I'm kidnapped, left in an unfamiliar environment to rot and probably be raped many times over, would you still care to rescue me?"

"Yes, My Lady. Your beauty is a treasure to behold-"

"Get out."

"I-Is it something I said?"

"I said get out!"

He was dragged out of the room, kicking and screaming while Yunhee looked at him with absolute pity. She side eyed her mother, who appeared like she was trying not to lose it in front of the guests.

Her mother failed to see the bonfire of rage burning in Yunhee's eyes, nor the way her fingers were gripping the dress until she couldn't take it anymore. "I'm tired of all this!" She shrieked, tearing away the fabric. She mentally apologised to all the tailors who broke their backs upon the creation of the dress.

The guests gasped loudly, but the only one who was the most shocked was her mother, who tried to hide her face with her hand held fan.

"Yunhee! Stop! What are you doing?!" Her mother screeched in surprise.

"Showing you how little of a shit I give for this," she snapped back, ripping off the sleeves and stormed off towards her room. Years of wearing traditional hanboks while her hair was styled into uncomfortably tortuous hairstyles had been it for her. She slammed her door shut, then searched for the clothes Jungkook helped her to search for. She had a lot, hidden from the eyes of her mother.

She then tugged off the remains of the dress, freeing her hair and wore a black tunic with a belt which looked like it was designed for a male, black trousers and boots. Her wavy wolf cut rested upon her shoulders as she looked at herself in the mirror in the room, grinning in satisfaction at her appearance. She then searched for her previous clothes, taking out the sheet of paper and stuffing it into her pants pocket.

This was the real her.

"Yunhee, open the door this instant!" Her mother ruined this feeling of rebellion by hammering against the door. She opened it, and ducked when a knife had almost lodged itself into her skull.

Thank Euphoria, she had fast reflexes from those years of training with the Knights of the kingdom.

Mascara ran down her mother's cheeks as she threw another knife with strikingly accurate aim. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Yunhee screamed, "What kind of mother throws a fucking knife at her child?"