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✔Corsets | Seokjin

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    Fingertips find the the lace of your corset, fumbling with the tightness around your torso. You drop your hands after another moment of feeble struggling with the uncomfortable article of clothing. You'd been wearing this new corset all day, and were already completely done with the cloth.

   "Mistress--" a handmaiden begins, curtsying briefly. You smile at her, nodding your head politely.

   "But Prince Na--"

   "Wants to meet me, I presume?" You ask your lungs exhaling, even despite the tight cylinder of cloth keeping your torso restricted. The handmaiden of yours nods, holding her hand towards the end of the candlelit corridor, leading to the courtyards. You walk past, your shoes clicking against the stone floor.

  It doesn't take you long to find Namjoon. You already knew your way around the castle, having lived there since it was decided that you would marry one of the King's sons, and bind your families together.

  Which was about a month ago.

   The King and Queen like to take their time with these things, you suppose.

   "My Lady," Namjoon bows, holding his hand out to you. You curtsy politely, settling your hand into Namjoon's. You dismiss the handmaiden, who eyes the two of you suspiciously. Finally, she seems to relent and take her leave, with promises to be waiting at your chambers to escort you supper, with the 7 princes.

  "How have you been, Lady (Y/n)?" Namjoon asks as you loop your arm with his. You slowly begin to trek through the gardens, with only lanterns that lined the pathway and moonlight to light your way.

   "I've been well, my lord. And you?" You return, making sure to use the proper titles and fancy language of princes, princesses, lords and ladies, et cetera et cetera.

   "A bit sad, if I must admit." Namjoon says, looking down at you with his captivating brown eyes. You tilt your head, having completely forgotten the uncomfort that your corset was providing.

   "Why are you sad, my lord?"

   "Let us drop the formalities, (Y/n)." Namjoon says. You nod, grateful to no longer have to use titles to address the prince.

    "As for my mood, it's unfortunate for me to admit that I have many causes to be saddened," The middle-child of the royal family begins, leading you into a complete 'U' turn, back towards the castle.

  Back towards responsibilities.

  "But I think this is a conversation best discussed over full stomaches. Let us postpone this deeply philisophical conversation until after supper." Namjoon suggests, smirking at you playfully. Your heart melts at the sight of his dimples.

    "Perhaps using simpler words might ease your sadness." You offer playfully.

    "Perhaps." Namjoon says, unlaughing.

  
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     You take your seat, staring at the feast in front of you. You didn't even know where to start. Usually, meals were plentiful. But the kitchen seemed to have overdid it this time.

    "Not hungry?" Jungkook, the youngest of the seven royal brothers leans over and whispers. He smelled of mint leaves and shaving cream. You look over at him, blinking.