𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐓𝐊

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There is chatter all around the room, some voices low, some more unrestrained, laughing and giggling loudly. The housemaidens and other helpers are filling up the large bedroom. Happy chatter, teasing whispers. It is their Crown Prince's wedding day.

The said crown prince sighs, watches himself with dull eyes in the mirror. He has already changed into the wedding dress. The swan white dress is a masterpiece crafted from the finest silk, cascading like liquid moonlight around the curves of his body. The bodice is a work of art, adorned with intricate lace patterns, neckline is plunging, modest but still alluring.

And Kim Taehyung, he looks a goddess in that dress.

Two of the servers are doing his hair and makeup, almost done with that too.

"Lord Kim, I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful bride than you. Your beauty might rival the moon goddess herself," the one doing his hair comments. Looking mesmerized as she looks at him through the mirror.

Taehyung forces a smile on his lips. "You speak too highly of me, Sooyah. I think with the time and effort you all have put in me, it will make anyone look beautiful," he comments, dismissive.

He is not denying that he is beautiful or that he does not look beautiful right now.
But the thought that all this beauty, all these preparations are for his husband-to-be, the man who was arranged to marry him. The asshole, perverted Alpha that Taehyung loathes to the bits. It makes him want to rip it all off. He does not want to look beautiful, specially for him.

"Oh, nonsense. You look so gorgeous! I am afraid someone at the wedding might challenge Alpha Lee," his handmaiden, Nora comments. Shaking her head at Taehyung's dismissal. She is close to Taehyung, having been with him since he was an adolescent teenager. She is only a few years older herself, but she is his other, self-proclaimed mother for half the times.

Taehyung huffs, laughing softly at the servers around him who all nod along Nora. "Enough of it. My back hurts from sitting here for so long. May I get up now?"

The servers hurriedly move away from him, giving him space to get up. "Please, Your Royal Highness."

Taehyung huffs softly at the formal title. All his handmaidens know he prefers to be called by his first name but the new servers tonight are giving him all kinds of elaborate names. He gets up, holding the bottom of his long dress and carefully steps away from the large mirror, sighing in relief when he sits down on his bed.

"Do you need anything? Should I send a maiden to massage your feet?" Nora asks with concern, seeing the pained look on his face.

Taehyung shakes his head, dismissing her with his hand. "No, thank you, Nora. I just want to be left alone for a while, please." He doesn't tell her that the pained look is not physical hurt, it's the way his heart aches, his mind is messed up by the thoughts of his marriage.