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Corsets | Seokjin ▷ Part II

   This chapter is finna get DRAMATIC.

Prepare thyselves.

(As before, descriptive words, harsh language, please read at one's own risk)

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    "Seokjin you blithering fool!" Hoseok shouts once you'd left the dining hall, with two handmaidens and long hallways to voluminize your otherwise quiet sobs.

   The castle didn't do well with emotional princesses, as much was certain.

   Prince Seokjin just remains silent, staring at his fork as he slowly spun it with his thumb and index finger. He did well to mask the guilt coursing through his veins, only growing with each step you took, away from the dining room.

   Away from him.

   Both metaphorically and figuratively.

   "Are you listening to me? Hey! Damnit Jin, are you just going to let her walk away?!"

   "Settle down, Hoseok." The King tries.

   "Why should he?" Jimin snaps, backing his elder brother up. Seokjin glances upwards, gazing silently at his little brothers argue. "(Y/n) was clearly distraught! And I'll be damned if it wasn't his fau--".

    "She was feeling ill." Seokjin interrupts.

    "I must say, from firsthand experience, your silence can be quite sickening." Yoongi mutters, but loudly enough for the entire dining hall to hear.

    "I had nothing to say to her." Seokjin explains. But he himself knew the truth behind his evasion of you. Behind his lack of loving you.

   "That's a load of horseshit. She's your fiancee, you fool! If you don't start being nicer, she'll marry Namjoon!" Taehyung finally speaks, dropping his utensils and folding his arms across his chest.

  Seokjin turns, staring at the middle son, who hadn't spoken a word since you'd left.

   "Care to tell me how much of a fool I am for not loving the girl I'm forced to marry?" Seokjin asks. The king had altogether given up trying to calm his sons, and the queen had excused herself somewhere along the lines of her second youngest shouting "horseshit" across the table.

   "You're no fool, Jin." Namjoon says quietly, earning everyone's undivided attention.

    "You're just a conceited prick. That girl loves you. She loves you. Which is a damn shame, because I'm obsessed with her. Because I'm the only one who doesn't see some walking whore, born to bear princes and princesses and rule a kingdom. Because I'm the one who loves her. I'm the one who deserves her."

  Seokjin gawks at Namjoon, blinking a few times. I'm the one who deserves her.

   "You're a selfish brat, Seokjin." Namjoon says, scooting back and exiting the dining hall.

  

     "Well. That was fun."

     "Oh shut up Yoongi."

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     You sit on your bed, the handmaidens long gone. Your knees tucked to your chest, your gaze locked on the flickering flame of a candle before you.

    Of course, your room was filled with candles, all leaving it a crisp, warm color. But something was interesting about that one candle. Something just drew you in.

   Soft knocks sound at the door, to which you pay no mind. It was probably just Seokjin, coming to apologize on his father's orders. That, or Namjoon trying to be the good brother--the good best friend--and come see how you were.

  Of course, if it was the latter, you'd smile and say 'It's an arranged marriage. Why would I act as though I love someone whom I do not?' Then, Prince Namjoon will believe you and then you'll both go on, carrying out your roles.

   Him loving you,

   And you loving his brother.

   Of course, only one of these two assigned roles, you know of.

    The knocks sound at the door once more, followed by the door slowly opening. You didn't have to look away from the flame to know it was Namjoon.

   "Are you okay?" He asks, sitting down on a sofa before the fireplace. You set the candle down onto a shelf at the foot of your bed, and then sink into a chair beside him.

   "It was an arranged marriage, Namjoon. Why would I act as though I love someone who I don't?" You lie straight through your teeth, smiling at him.

   He studies you for a moment, before turning to the fire and staring at the red-hot flames as they licked at the wood.

   "He doesn't mean to be so cold. It's just the way my brother is." He speaks, not looking at you. You exhale through your nose, dreading a conversation like this.

   A conversation about him.

   "Yes he does. He hates me. I can't say I blame him, tho--"

   "Shut up, (Y/n)." Namjoon whispers darkly. You freeze, staring at him. He'd never spoken to you in such a way. Most times, he wouldn't dare. He treated you like a fragile porcelain doll, just off the verge of breaking.

   "You're wonderful. Truly, I don't know how I survived in this castle without you. Jin's just.... he's Jin," Namjoon says, picking at a fingernail.

    "Namjoon...." you trail off, afraid of where this conversation may be going.

    "No. I know what you're going to say. But I beg of you, let me finish." Namjoon says softly, finally meeting your eyes. That shuts you up.

   "I know you're Seokjin's. I know you're betrothed to my older brother. But--" Namjoon looks into your eyes pleadingly.

   "He doesn't love you, (Y/n). He never will." Namjoon says, before lunging forward, capturing your smaller face between his two larger hands. His warm lips are immediately pressed against yours, sending waves of shock coursing through you.

   Slowly, the door opens, but you were paralyzed by Namjoon's obvious insinuation of feelings, and Namjoon was too busy kissing you, for either one of you to notice.

   "Namjoon?" A masculine voice asks quietly. Namjoon breaks away from you, staring at the door. You only star at the floor with wide eyes, your fingertips brushing your swollen lips.

     
     "Seokjin."

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     One more part. Do I have any male readers?

   And should I make this its own book? Maybe series?

    <unedited>