Not Always A Happy Ending

Just as Lonely

Their first lesson took place in a part of the palace Yuna had never been to before. Namjoon led her there after a short breakfast alone, and she found Jungkook curled up in a leather chair with a book open in his lap. His hair falling everywhere on his face and Yuna tried to reconcile this soft-faced man with the mature one who'd sat across her from dinner last night.

"Good morning," Yuna said and Jungkook jumped, book tumbling off from his lap and falling on the library floor. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me," Jungkook said, brushing his hair back and off his face. "You startled me."

"Then sorry for startling you," Yuna said.

"Are you mad at me?" Jungkook asked, and Yuna frowned thoughtfully.

"I considered being mad at you," Yuna said. "But then I realized you've never really lied to me, but—" she pointed at Jungkook, "Do not, not tell me things again."

"I really wanted to meet you," Jungkook said. "It was easier to do that if you didn't know I was Taehyung's brother."

"What if I'd said all sorts of bad things about him?" Yuna asked.

"Then I'd know you still had a lot to learn," Jungkook replied. He climbed out of the chair, long limbs unfolding, and walked over to a great oak table in the center of the library. "Speaking of learning, do you want to start with the family tree, the history, or both?"

"Both sound so enticing," Yuna said. "How about option C? Where I draw pictures of clowns on these really expensive books."

"Are you a good artist?" Jungkook asked.

"Not at all," Yuna replied.

"Only a good writer, then," Jungkook said more to himself, and Yuna's cheeks redden.

"No," she said, "I'm not any good there, either."

"Didn't you say you write?" He has a few books out, and Yuna sighed in relief to see that some of them, at least, were in Korean, with pictures.

"That doesn't mean I'm good at it." Yuna walked over to Jungkook, stopping when she got close enough that she can see the books Jungkook had picked out, "You don't have to be good at something to do it."

"You just have to love it," Jungkook said, and Yuna nodded.

"I try to write after I finish a book. I've opened my laptop a few times while I've been here, but..." All she can write about so far was, well, Jungkook, and Yuna didn't know if she can make a whole story out of a man that made her smile. "I'm a good editor, maybe, though," Yuna said. It's easy to see what's wrong with other people's stories.

"All those fantasy books," Jungkook said. "Can you handle history, you think?"

"Your royal history seems more like fantasy to me," Yuna said as Jungkook pulled out a chair and Yuna pulled the one next to it.

"There's only a little bit of magic," Jungkook said, and Yuna smiled.

"Should I believe you?" Yuna said.

"Why don't I lay out all the facts, and we can discuss it," Jungkook's arm brushed Yuna's as he opened the first book.

"Sounds good," Yuna said, leaning forward, "The Revolution? I studied that in grade school."

She had hated it.

"Good," Jungkook said. "Then tell me how we got to a parliamentary government with a King and a separate law-making body from a straight-up monarchy."

Yuna jostled in her chair, "With a revolution?"

Jungkook chuckled and Yuna smiled at him cheekily.

"Well, it's a start," Jungkook said. "But really, it kind of happened like this..."