A Royal Jerk (Prince Jungkook x Peasant Reader)

NOT Dead

Oh god.

they WERE going to kill me.

I shakily walked over to the guards, my throat starting to close up.

I don't want to die.

As we walked towards Wherever-the-king-may-be, we crossed several sources of entertainment...

Of torture.

I gulped.

Why would the king want to kill me?

Is it because I talked back to his son...

Or...

Is it because I didn't give him a high-five.

My blood ran cold.

My face paled.

Hopefully I'll die of fright before I get there.

But too late.

I was already waiting outside his door.

I shivered.

The guards knocked.

I considered running.

The king said come in.

I screamed.

I frantically tried to run in the other direction, the guards catching me by the arms and pulling me back.

I swallowed as they shut the doors behind me, leaving me trapped.

Oh no...

I should've ran earlier.

I scanned the room, looking for some kind of exit.

No windows.

Only one locked door.

No escape.

I pressed my back against the door, to hear the king call my name.

"Y/n! come over here! Don't be shy!"

I swallowed, my skin pale.

I really really really really really wish I didn't talk back to the prince.

I walked forward, seeing the king seated in a large chair.

"Come. Sit."

I did what I was told.

He gave me one look and raised his eyes brows in shock.

"You don't look too good. Maids get this young lady a cup of tea. Y/n, what's wrong?"

I swallowed, sucking in a shaky breath.

"Are you going to kill me?..."

He looked shocked, before laughing.

"No Y/n. Why would I be?"

I was washed over with a wave a relief, but just in case, I was going to keep the whole talking-back-to-the-prince-thing a secret.

"No reason...sir. Just nervous."

He smiled.

A kind smile.

Maybe the king wasn't so bad after all.

The maids handed me a cup of tea.

"So sir," I started.

"What did you need me for?"

He smiled, setting HIS cup of tea down.

"I need help with something..."

"Involving my son..."

"Jungkook..."