" Nah, say you playin... "
" Playing what? "
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[Alt. Title: The Princess will leap above death through her Harem!]
Your friend gave you a novel she liked. The story of bravery and conquest wasn't so bad except for a det...
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" I'm scared, I think I will die! He is going to kill me! "
" Aww, you're so silly, princess. Jihoon won't ever kill you. Why would he do that? No one is going to hurt you. "
Mingyu ruffled my hair affectionately as he passed beside me in the kitchen, listening to my rant. I was slumping on the chair while picking the fruit in the bowl in front of me. Once again, it was one of our late night meetings, and so far, I can confidently attest that I'm in Mingyu's good favors. But this doesn't take away my death flag as long as I didn't meet all of them. After all, I need to see all the persons I need to convince before even screaming victory.
Speaking of victory, although Mingyu is friendly with me and I'm proud of the development we had over the weeks and most particularly nights we shared together in this kitchen, it doesn't take away that there is a slight problem... Mingyu doesn't seem to see me as the princess, nor as his spouse... Instead, it seems...
He treats me like his little sister?!
" Y/n, why are you pouting? Do you want more fruits? "
See? This is the shit I'm talking about, looking at me with his head tilted to the side curiously and cooing at me like a baby. This is infuriating to the highest degree when I'm trying to jump his bones! I grumbled at my predicament and frustration, my hands hitting the table.
" I'm not pouting because of fruits! I'm pouting because you don't take me seriously. I'm really stressing over here! "
" I'm sorry my behavior came across like this, but I promise I care about you and only want you to be happy and safe. "
He sat down beside me and spoke gently while making puppy eyes at me. The same tactic my parents pulled on me when I was 4 and crying to soothe me. Except I'm not four anymore, and I'm not crying yet! Dude, I'm trying to romance you. Why is it so hard?! I don't understand when it was easy to befriend you. Why is it so difficult now?! Had I known I would have tried to woo Minghao, it would have been easier despite being the hardest until now!
But I can bring myself to be angry at Mingyu. It's not his fault, and he doesn't know about the greater mess I'm in. And if truly he isn't interested in me, then I shouldn't force it. Just like in the real world, not everyone will have the hots for you. Everyone has their own preferences. Tho, I wish I would be his type because that would make this so much easier, especially considering he is my type-
" ...Y/n? "
" Ah! Sorry I spaced out, you were saying? "
He sighed, and his shoulder slumped down, but a smile remained on his face as he shook his head side to side. He leaned away and glanced back to his own bowl of cut-up fruit.
" It's nothing important, but you look tired. Perhaps you should head back to bed for the night, princess. After all, tomorrow will be a long day for you. "
