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Jungkook
"What's wrong with you? You gonna tell me or not?" Jiwie said in a slightly firm tone, but I just stared at her with a dead gaze for a few moments, then yanked myself free from the wall pin and spun around-now she could only see my back.
"So what kind of reaction did you expect from me then? Do you really expect me to show up there and act like nothing's wrong?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? All I did was invite you. Why are you acting like I stabbed you in the back?"
"You invited me," I half-yelled, voice shaky but sharp, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter like my life depended on it. Jiwie was still standing by the table. As I tilted my face slightly to the right, she could now see my side profile from behind.
"You invited me to a royal ball where Kim Namjoon is going to announce your engagement to Kim Taehyung. And somehow I'm the one acting insane for reacting? What exactly did you expect me to say? 'Yay! Thanks for the invite, babe. Can't wait to watch you get married to someone else!'"
Jiwie instantly grabbed my arm from behind and spun me around to face her, but I was still fuming with rage.
"Just because they announce it doesn't mean it's gonna happen."
"You're not some random common girl who gets to say no, Jiwie! You're a fucking princess" I almost yelled
"I just wanted you there! I wanted you beside me, to meet people, to be part of my world. I just wanted to introduce you to everyone...."
"And what the hell would I even bring to that world, huh?....... I've got no name, no title, no money. There are days I don't even eat properly. You want me to show up at that glittering palace with what? My worn-out boots and secondhand jacket? Fuck no." My voice cracked mid-sentence.
"So what?" She softened a bit, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.
"A lot came out of that. I don't know how to dance like a royal. I don't know how to eat like them, talk like them, walk like them. And yeah-maybe you taught me a bit of it back at that old bungalow-how to use a goddamn spoon, how to waltz like those highborns do. Even tried to teach me piano. I practiced like hell, Jiwie. But that doesn't change what I am. I'm not one of them."
"I don't care if you're not like them," she replied after staying silent for a few seconds.
"But they do, You think they'll stand there and smile while you introduce me? A no-name artist who sells sketches for a few coins? You think they'll clap when the king announces your engagement to another man, and I just stand there like some side character who had his fun and now needs to step aside?" I shot back.
