when jungkook wakes up in the middle of his favorite kind of story, he's not the hero. nope, he's the villain-the scheming prince doomed to lose his engagement to the ruthless rmperor taehyung when the beautiful heroine shows up.
villain or not, he'...
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Taehyung was only half-listening to the council drone on about the kingdom's problems. So far, the most pressing issue seemed to be the disappearance of House Seol's family bunny. Apparently, Marchioness Seol was utterly distraught, refusing food and claiming she couldn't go on without her beloved "Flopsy."
A bunny. A bunny.
Taehyung's mind wandered. He thought about Jungkook-who, frankly, looked like a bunny, now that he thought about it. Wide starry eyes, slightly chaotic, cute little toofies... Wait. Why am I thinking about Jungkook again?
Oh, right. Because he dared-dared-to suggest annulling their engagement. The nerve!
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"
Taehyung blinked, snapped back to reality by the concerned faces of the council. Everyone was staring at him expectantly.
"What is it? Could you repeat yourself?" he asked, straightening in his chair and forcing a look of authority that he had absolutely not been practicing in the mirror (he had to keep some of the cocky nobles in check).
The council members exchanged glances until Marquess Seol finally spoke up. "Your Majesty, there have been... unusual rumors about a bakery in the capital."
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Unusual how? Rats in the kitchen? Overpriced pastries?"
"No, Your Grace. The food itself is... questionable."
"Questionable?"
"Well," the marquess began, clearly his throat, "there are reports of cookies that make people float, cupcakes that turn hair rainbow-colored, and... a pie that causes customers to sing everything they say for hours."
Taehyung stared at him, waiting for the punchline. None came. "And you're telling me this is... real?"
"It seems so, Your Majesty. Several nobles have complained. One claimed he floated so high his wig flew off. Another said his daughter refused to brush her hair after it turned bright blue, and... well, the pie incident led to an unfortunate serenade duel in the middle of the market."
