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Corsets | Seokjin ▷ Part III

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Namjoon excuses himself from the dining hall--well, rather, storms out gallantly, off to support the princess--to leave the rest of the princes sitting in silence.

Except for Yoongi, who continued to eat as if nothing had happenened.

"How can you be so calm?" Taehyung asks, glancing at a solemn-looking Seokjin, as if he was a rabid animal just shy of being provoked into a lethal tantrum.

"It was bound to happen," Yoongi shrugs. "Just because everyone's emotions just decided to snap at the dinner table, doesn't mean I'm going to stop eating to let my brothers sort out their own battles."

"Wise words from a second son." Seokjin mutters, taking a sip of his wine.

"I may be a second son, but at least I don't let my loved ones get stolen by a fourth son, because I'm stubborn." Yoongi shrugs.

"Watch it, Yoongi." Jin warns, pushing his cup back. A servent scurries over, filling it with rich red wine before disappearing out of sight altogether.

"What will you do, Jin? You'll hurt me? For what? Stating the obvious?" Yoongi stands, glaring at his older brother.

"Stop, Yoongi." Seokjin glares.

"Oh, I haven't even gotten started." Price Yoongi laughs breathily.

Seokjin, along with everyone else in the room, only stares. Soon, he opens his mouth to speak.

"No. Don't." Yoongi holds up one ringed finger, looking away from his older brother.

"Lady (Y/n) is yours. She will always be yours. She will be your queen, bear your children, rule by your side. But she will never be truly yours. Not unless you get off your royally-lazy ass up and make sure that our little brother doesn't steal your love." Yoongi takes a deep breath, looking to where Seokjin sat, to see if his words had resonated with him.

But the eldest prince was already gone.

"I'm getting tired of being so philisophical all the time." Yoongi says, promptly sitting back down.

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Seokjin stares at you, where you sat with tears licking over the stains from your previous fit of tears. His dark eyes slowly shift, landing on a guilty-looking Namjoon.

"It was an acc--"

"Save it, Namjoon." Seokjin silences his younger brother, only looking at you. You look at him guiltily, undoubtedly terrified of your fiance.

"But you. You. I thought you loved me?" Seokjin asks, his voice cracking. "And then I find you here, kissing my brother?" He looks away--at anything else--with his hand over his mouth, running through his hair, anywhere.

And you break.

"Can't believe it? Can't believe that I'm kissing someone else? Someone, who I might add, is the only one who cares about me. Because, if you hadn't noticed, my lord, you made it exceedingly clear that you didn't want me. That you were forced into a marriage with me. So, forgive me my lord, but if you think for one damn second that I'll practically go into celibacy for you, you can go fuck your way into acceptance."

Seokjin blinks, unable to decide which bothered him more--the excessive amount of lectures he's gotten in one evening, or that you, of all people, had gotten angry with him.

"Ah. I see. I-I-I'll ask if father will--um--cancel the wedding and--"

You, growing tired of everything, lunge forward, taking the eldest prince's face in your hands just as Namjoon had done to you.

Seokjin is quick to react, and smashes his lips against yours, queing the hurt Namjoon to leave. But in that moment, he didn't care. He was too wrapped up in you.

Funny, how an entire night of problems was solved by a princess's lips.

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