Good Lil Boy | Jung Wooyoung

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"You can't be serious."

"Unfortunately, that is how it is," Seonghwa was resting his face on one hand, elbow propped on the table as he scanned you, a smirk growing on his face. "Can't say I hate what's happening. Ought to put you in your place, Princess."

You looked at Hongjoong for help, "He's not fucking serious, is he?"

"Ought to teach you how to speak to elders too," Seonghwa muttered and Hongjoong laughed.

"I'm sorry, Princess. That's how it is. It's only three months, what could go wrong?"

That was the conversation you recalled when you reached the castle in Utopia, the face you were dreading right in front of you as you got out of your carriage.

"This place is already one prince too crowded," you looked at Prince Wooyoung, his smirk growing by the second. "Here to learn how to live up to your title, eh?"

"I'd say that to you," Prince Wooyoung bowed dramatically. "This place ought to teach a princess how to make good use of her mouth."

"Like you'd know," you sneered at him as you waited for Hongjoong and Seonghwa to stop giving orders to the rest of your companions so they could join you and take you inside, away from that brat.

"I'd say I know very well- how to make good use of my mouth," he winked at you and you put your hands over your ears, grimacing as you called for the two to hurry up. Prince Wooyoung scoffed in victory before going inside with his companions who greeted you with bows.

Just a week ago, you had received the news from your father- Utopia's royal family had invited princes and princesses from across the continent, holding an event, something like a holiday retreat for everyone. The details of it you would receive upon arriving but you had heard it was going to be fun and games, and you would have believed them, would have enjoyed your stay except-

Except for the fact that Wooyoung was here.

You didn't hate Wooyoung, no. You abhorred him, his sassiness, his brattiness, his very existence, just like he hated yours. And it wasn't due to a petty reason (though that was debatable as well). As children, since your parents were close, you two had spent most of your prepubescent years together. You had even been friends. But everything had changed once you two were grown enough to be aware that you were a boy and a girl.

And it was both your fault and his.

You did not like recalling the dark times, as you so dramatically liked to put. Some would say it wasn't even a reason big enough to hate each other, but you argued that it was. He had humiliated you in front of Prince Yunho, whose castle in Utopia you were now in. You, in return, had humiliated him in front of Princess Yuju of Neverland, whom he had always had a crush on. You called yourself even but he decided to fight with you, the result of which was now obvious to everyone who knew you.

Prince Yunho greeted you both as you entered the castle, inquiring of your parents' health. You shared a hug, telling him how much they missed him and looked forward to meeting him in three months' time, when all this would be over.

"Are you sure your parents are the only ones who missed him?" Wooyoung muttered and you flipped your middle finger at him, Yunho laughing at you two as he told Wooyoung to behave while he was around you. You left before he could start recalling the dark times, putting an arm in Seonghwa's as he escorted you to the guest chambers.

"You should have told me that brat was going to be here," you slumped on the couch, Seonghwa and Hongjoong snickering, "You both just love to see me miserable, don't you?"

"Come on," Hongjoong said, "If we'd told you, you would have never agreed to come."

"Exactly," you gave him a side-eye, "This is treachery. I ought to get you both beheaded."