A Night-Long Lament

social lessons

(your POV)

Replaying this morning's event back in your head, you can't grasp what Jungkook was implying.

A threat? No, no, a prince can't-- well, yes they can--

You throw on an evening dress and head out your bedroom's door.

Just before you can make a few steps out, a maid grabs your attention.

"Madam, speech lessons for the ball are being held with Prince Jimin in the lounge. I will happily lead you there."

I give her an exasperated nod and follow her to a huge corridor. 

Jimin and Yuna sit at a table chatting and smiling. I give an exhausted sigh and make my way to them.

"Good evening, Yuna, Prince." I bow and take a seat away from Jimin, leaving Yuna in the middle.

"Ah, so you made it Y/N." Jimin props his elbow on the table and looking at me.

"Yes, I apologize if I'm late." I dismiss his flirtatious actions and continue to take out a book.

"Y/N, I haven't seen you since your injury, how has your head been?" Yuna blocks Jimin from my view and asks me, hiding her aggressive tone. 

"Thank you for your consideration, I have been well," I reply. "But may I ask why you have summoned us here Prince Jimin?" 

"Oh, well, you're here because you need to learn how to speak to the other royals at the ball." Jimin straightens his posture and continues to look at me.

"Oh." 

"Well, let's begin then ladies!" Jimin exclaims.

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Sometime later, Jimin barely helps me and continues to take interest in Yuna. He occasionally throws a look my way, but other than that he completely ignores my existence. 

"Jimin-Oppa, I need to head out for a moment, I'll be back in a few. Miss me!" Yuna springs up from her chair and heads out the door, not sparing me a glance.

Jimin looks from Yuna to me.

"You look wonderful today, Y/N." Jimin throws a wink in my direction and smiles.

I sigh and look down at my books.

"So, Y/N, do you think you'll be prepared for the upcoming ball?" Jimin inches closer in hopes of starting up a conversation.

"When is this lesson over?" I look up at Jimin with cold eyes.

"In an hour or so, but I think you might need more time, considering--" He coughs and pats his chest.

"I don't think this is going anywhere, so I'll take my leave--" 

"Ah... Please don't, we need to keep--" Jimin grasps onto my wrist in desperation.

"This lesson isn't going anywhere." I sigh as I attempt to pry from his grip.

"I...I'm sorry." Jimin releases my wrist and looks down.

"For what?" I turn my body to look at the drooping Jimin.

He looks back up at me and searches my eyes. "I haven't apologized for the poor event Jungkook and I caused." 

I take a seat next to him.

I didn't know he had it in him to apologize. 

"Thank you, Prince, but you don't  need to apologize, I was out of line." 

Jimin smiles and pulls me into a tight hug. In a fit of shock, I push off of him.

"W-what was that for?" I exclaim.

"I'm just happy you forgave me!" He displays a charming smile.

"I never said--"

Suddenly, glass shatters behind us, sending shards throughout the room. 

Jimin jumps into action and uses his body to shield me from any flying debris.

"Jimin--!" I grip onto his shoulders and look at his face, trying to pick up any signs of pain.

"A beauty like you shouldn't be cut so harshly." He looks up tiredly at me and winks.

I breathe a breath of relief and manage to get out, "Thank goodness you're alright." under my breath.

I wriggle out of his shielding and head over to the window, but Jimin grabs onto my wrist and stops me.

"What are you doing? It's dangerous." His tone changes and pulls me towards him. 

I reluctantly obliged, pushing aside my biting curiosity.

He pushes me gently to the side and enters the scene cautiously. 

"Jimin--" Suddenly realizing I dropped honorifics, I stop myself from calling out to him.

Keep yourself in line.

I walk over to Jimin, who's leaning over the glass, searching for anything he could get his hands onto. I place my hand on his shoulder but quickly flinch away in pain.

"Ow--" I look at my hand, which is now severely cut by a sharp piece of glass that was on Jimin's shirt.

Jimin hops up once he hears my voice and traces his gaze to my bloody hand.

"Y/N! Your hand--!" He places both of his hands on my mine and squeezes, making me wince in distress.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was debris left on my shirt--" Jimin hurriedly rips part of his shirt hinge off and wraps it around my hand tightly.

"What... Happened?" I ask between shocked breaths.

"I'm not sure. It seems something just broke the glass for no specific reason. They didn't send anything in, and nothing came in..." Jimin caresses my hand and taps his foot in impatience.

"We haven't had this problem in a long time... I'll have to discuss this with my father and brothers. In the meantime, please make your way to my room to stay safe." 

Jimin looks from my hand to my eyes. 

"I don't want to have you or anyone live in distress. If you find Yuna on your way, make sure to have her follow you. I'll tell the maids to tell Yuna to get to her room or mine if she finds you. Stay safe." Jimin wanders off into the hallway and leaves me with a silent maid.

His whole demeanor changed... He was so serious then...

I scratch my head and finally make it to his room. I gingerly look around, careful not to disturb anything.

Reasonably decorated with miscellaneous items. Unlike Yoongi's, it has an energy to it.

The maid closes the door and locks it from the outside, leaving me alone in the dead of night.