Not-So-Prince Charming // KTH

eins | shoe

"princess sachiko," someone knocks on the door of my bedroom.

i sat cross legged at my desk, the fabric of my long dress cascading down my chair. i tapped a pencil on the table as i replied.

"you don't need to talk so properly when father isn't around, jungkook-ah," i call as i stand up from my seat, smoothening out any wrinkles that might have decided to stay on my gown. "you can come in."

the door lightly freaks open as the boy's head peeks in. he pouts and he fully enters and closed the door behind him, being careful to not have it slammed close. "how'd you know it was me, sachi noona?"

"lucky guess," i laugh and reach over to the books on my table. picking them up and dusting them off, i put them back in their rightful places on one of my three bookshelves. "so did you need something?" i ask, plopping down on my bed, the mattress surrounding me as i sink in.

"i was wondering if you saw my dress shoes anywhere," he asks, starting to check around my room and peeking his head under my bed.

"and you assumed i'd know?" i scoff.

"yeah, i guess. or at least have a better idea than me," he says.

"you have so many dress shoes. which are you talking about? can't you just wear any pairs?" he only wore dress shoes on important occasions. last time he wore them was when father tried introducing him to a princess from another kingdom to which, of course, he forcefully denied.

"father's asking me to find them for next week," he says. "the really special ones."

i instantly knew which pair he talked about. "ah. didn't you put them in that box in the top closet shelf in your room?"

"are you sure you didn't put them up there?" he asks.

"maybe, maybe not," i smugly reply, sitting up and swinging my legs off the side of my bed, watching my uncomfortable dress flowing between my legs. "wait, what's happening next week?"

"has father not told you yet either?" jungkook asks. "i thought that i was the only one he was keeping in the dark."

"he hasn't even told me to get ready or anything yet," i think out loud. "maybe he's trying to set you up with another princess."

"ugh," he groans. "i'd rather stand in front of a full speed carriage."

i snort. not very lady like, but do i look like i give two shíts?

"you're the prince," i tell him, "why wouldn't he tell you?"

"and you're the oldest out of the both of us," jungkook reasons. "why wouldn't he tell the princess that would heir his throne?"

"should you be inheriting that role as the prince?" i ask.

"our kingdom has a strict line of "eldest sibling takes the throne" and i don't think we plan on breaking that anytime soon," he says.

"that just means i have to pick who rules the country for the next twenty years or so," i groan, running a hand down my face.

"unless father picks," jungkook adds.

"like héll i'll listen to him," i scoff, pushing myself off my bed. "let's go look for your fúcking shoes."