The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
But Love that is so bitter
Hath put within her heart
A longing for the scornful knight
Who silent stands apart.
And tho' the others praise and plead,
She maketh no reply,
Yet for a single word from him,
I ween that she would even die.
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Minho knew her best friend. From childhood. She has seen his stubbornness, hotheadedness, anger, cruelty, yet, she has never seen him like this.
Like...she dowsn't even know how to express it in words. But still she tried to make him understand. "You were never interested in all those trips saying they were not upto your standards. Now all of a sudden you want to go on in one in this state." She put the thermometer in front of him that she used just a while ago to measure his fever. "102 Jeon Jungkook. This is not something to take easily."
He narrowed his eyes in anger at her. She was really irritating him now. " Stop telling me what I can do or not. I didn't asked for your opinion." He huffed while putting his favourite tops inside the bag. The color of the top was read with pink borders. One of his favourite. That stupid Kai said he looks good in it more than other dresses. That man..will he like it too?
"JEON JUNGKOOK!"
"What?" He snapped, sneezed then rubbed his read nose making it more redder.
Minho looked at that stupid before giving up. "At least tell me why this trip has suddenly became so important to you?"
He halted in his place. Not because of her question. But because of the worn out jacket that came infront of him. It was old, ripped in places, the color washed out a long time ago. He took it from the hanger in his hand.
"What the hell is this? A rug? What is it doing here? Did a maid put it by mistake?" Minho almost called a maid to take it away untill she saw Jungkook sniff it.
He really did. He closed his eyes, took the jacked, and sniffed it with his red nose. That same smell he got that night. Metalic, sandalwood and..and soemthing else. Something that felt safe, secure, familiar...and his.
A small smile spread across his lips at the sudden thought he just got.
"Have you finally gotten mad?"
He looked at her with confused eyes, snezzing again, then looked back at the jacket as if trying to understand her words. Have he really gone mad? His? Who? That ugly asshole.
He huffed angrily then threw the jacket on the floor. Even the thought of meeting that asshole is bitter to him. "Elisa." He screamed.
A young maid came running instantly. "Yes Young Master." She looked afraid thinking if she has done something wrong to make the young master angry.
"Did I not tell you to throw it away when cleaning my room?" His angry eyes bore into the trembling girl.
She didn't know what to say. It's not as if she didn't tried. But what happened was something else all together.
"Throw it away." Jungkook said while lying on the bed sipping his banana milk while eying the jacket now lying below the bed.
"Yes Sir." She tried to pick it up. But his eyes got more angry as she tried to even touch the piece of cloth.
"I.Said.Thorw.It.Away."
"Ye..yes Sir." But those big eyes only got narrowed more to slits as the girl's hand again tried to went closer to the jacket.
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