The King

Dresses

"Hold out your arms please your highness."
"I'm not queen yet just call me Y/N." You held your arms out straight as the tailor measured and pinned fabric.
"I'm sorry your highness, his majesty Yoongi insisted I refer to you as her highness despite what you ask. His majesty wanted us to know to treat you with the respect you deserve."

You sighed as you stared at your reflection. A large poofy gown hung from your frame. You hated it so far but didn't know how to respectfully tell the woman that. You grimaced at the dress not realizing you were being watched from the doorway.

"She doesn't like it." Yours and the tailors gaze snapped up to the doorway. There, stood Hoseok leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
"Oh! Good afternoon your majesty!" The tailor bowed and looked back up.
"She doesn't like the dress. Did you ask her what she wanted, or did you just assume that she would want a ballgown for her wedding?" The tailor bowed and apologized before turning to you and repeating the process.

"No! it's fine! I didn't want to be rude. I just, never imagined a ball gown for my wedding. I'm so sorry you've been working so hard." The tailor smiled and shook her head before pulling out her sketchbook.
"Yoongi wanted me to check on you. He imagined something like this might happen. He said you're too nice sometimes and might need some help." Hoseok patted your back before leaving the room again and letting you and the tailor go over ideas.

You breathed out as you sat on your bed. The dress fitting process was a lot more tiring than you thought it would be. It was still early in the day so you decided a small nap wouldn't hurt. Stretching you laid on your side and immediately felt your eyelids grow heavy.

Yoongi POV
I hadn't seen Y/N all day. The dress fitting started early in the morning and went well into the afternoon. The tailor had left some time ago, yet she was nowhere to be seen.

I wandered the palace checking every place she frequented this past week but no sign of her. My heart sped up at the thought that maybe she left, or something happened. What if she changed her mind? I found myself in front of her bedroom door. I hadn't been here since the night she moved in.

Knocking on the door I waited for a response but when I received none, I opened the door slowly. There, laid Y/N, on her bed, in her day clothes and fast asleep. She must have been tired to sleep at this hour and fully clothed. My face grew hot, and I shook away the thoughts of Y/N clothe less. You're just as much of a pervert as Jungkook, Yoongi!

I aproached the bed and stood admiring her sleeping face. A faint blush was visible on her cheeks and I wondered what she could be dreaming about.

"Y/N. You'll catch a cold if you sleep on top of the covers like this." She didn't move an inch as I tried to wake her. She must be a heavy sleeper. Aish this girl. Undoing the straps on her heels I slid them off of her gently and attempted to get the blanket out from under her without waking her.

After she was situated comfortably in bed I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well princess." And with that I left the room and informed the maids not to bother her till sunrise.