Friend From Hell ✓

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The entirety of those two weeks were hectic, leaving Yunhee busy enough to just slide an invitation into her own room instead of asking him directly.

Her mother had forced her to try on various dresses that didn't suit her taste, yet still her mother ignored her rather weak protests. Her hair was styled into eloquent hairdos that made her scalp burn until her mother had found the perfect one that seemed fit for her shoulder length hair.

Countless hours of makeup were done, only leaving Yunhee more drained than the day before, to the point where she fell asleep while the makeup was applied. Jungkook had visited her a few times, and she had the comforting presence she needed for a while, before he was called to training since he was going to be her personal bodyguard for the evening.

Then came the invitees.

Her mother had insisted on inviting the royal families from the neighbouring kingdoms, the Thunderous Empire,the Frost Province, the ParadoXXX Nation, of course the Epiphany Kingdom and finally the Halazia Dynasty, whom of which the the last time the rulers had seen her was when she was in a cradle.

Yunhee knew it would be a matter of time until her mother brings out the suitors from each realm,requesting for her hand. She had rejected so many, and will continue to reject until the day she dies.

"Fine Mom," she sighed, caving in, "You can invite them." She rolled her eyes at the end. "Now scurry along, you have about one hundred to try on," her mother ordered, shooing her away.

"What?"

And that's how this week has gone. Up until this moment.

She woke feeling refreshed, jumping out of bed but faltered at the lack of warmth.

Where was he? She hasn't seen him in two weeks. It's been too long.

Yet, before she could hop into the bathroom to engage in her morning activities so that she could search for the demon, her door swung open, revealing the last person she had wanted to see.

"You," she spat venomously. "Me," the man casually strolled into her room, totally unbothered by the death glare she was giving him, "Missed me, Sweetheart?" "No," she responded, "Not you. Get out, now!" "Relax, I have a small gift for you," he gently tossed a small box onto the bed, "It'll look great with that yellow dress that you'll be wearing at the ball. I'll be going then."

How did he know-

He stopped by the door, "Oh and Sweetie? Happy Birthday." His tone was bone chilling, no longer warm, no longer the tone he had used to sweet talk her mother. She didn't feel happy anymore, maybe fearful for her own life.

However, as her curiosity spiked as her eyes found themselves on the black velvet of the box before she picked it up and opened it. An ominous sensation creeped through her skin upon seeing the amethyst jewel, before she had closed the box shut.

Her body had felt uncomfortably warm at that time, must have been the adrenaline pumping.

She hopped into the shower and took a quick bath, almost fifteen minutes before putting on her casual outfit, a cotton short sleeved shirt and skinny trousers, placing socks on her feet and wearing slippers instead of shoes. She had about twelve hours left until the ball, she couldn't wait!

Slipping the rather suspicious box into her pocket, she put on slippers as she made her way to the dining room table, where mountains of gifts were waiting for her to rip through.

"I-I'll go through them later," she told a servant who was passing by, "Can you put these in my room?" The servant nodded before scampering off, holding a bunch of gifts stacked upon each other as he hurried to her room.