ALADDIN ; BTS AU

ACT I; SCENE III

MEANWHILE, IN THE PALACE...

"Dad is gonna kill you." The young prince informed the princess as he strolled into the palace courtyard. Lush green grass was a stark contrast to the desert outside. Fountains and picturesque statues decorated the sloping lawn, and flowers hung from practically every available surface. It would have been beautiful to Princess Miyoung, had it not been constantly shadowed by the towering walls surrounding it. She glared at him, a gaze that could wither each and every flower in that courtyard.

"I would give you a nastier look, but it appears you already have one." Miyoung snapped, looking back down into the fountain. Her reflection stared back at her. Creased forehead, worried eyes. Teeth biting lower lip. Miyoung knew she had messed up, but she didn't need her little brother telling her to know that.

"Ouch, where'd you get that one, the mirror?" He replied without even skipping a beat. Leaning against a statue of a half naked woman, the prince laughed at his own joke.

"Shut up, Yoongi." Miyoung exclaimed, splashing him with water from the fountain. Yoongi scowled and brushed off his expensive suit. "The guy was abysmal."

"I thought Lord Beomseok was nice." Yoongi disagreed, crossing his arms. The sun made his pale skin look even paler against the dark satins of his clothes and raven hair.

"Ha, no. Lord Beomseok is an arrogant asshole." Miyoung explained. She had always been taught that it wasn't ladylike to curse, but Yoongi would never reprimand her for it, considering he swore like a sailor himself. Yoongi guffawed, moving to sit down next to his sister on the edge of the fountain.

"Sounds like a royal pain in the ass." He grinned, earning another slap on the shoulder from his older sister. Normally, his dumb jokes would cheer his sister up, but he was beginning to realize that the funk she had been in for the past couple weeks wasn't just a passing phase or hormonal angst. No, this was real, true sadness and pain and anger. And Yoongi knew exactly why. "I'm sorry, noona." He said, resting his hand on his sister's shoulder. "You know I'd do anything to prevent this."

"It's not your fault, Yoongi." Miyoung sighed. "I just don't understand why Father is so hell-bent on marrying me off. He's not on his death bed, and even if he was, I could be queen on my own. I don't need a man, and if I needed one to help rule, I have you." She ran her hand through her long black hair in frustration. Yoongi sighed. He was awful at comforting people, but he would try his best.

"He just wants what's best for you." He said. "His intentions are fair."

"Still. I don't want to marry someone thrice my age with a God complex. I want to marry for love." She said, waving her hands around spastically for emphasis. Yoongi smiled at his sister, though it was tinted with sadness. "I want to go outside and meet someone and talk and date and actually get to know each other before getting engaged with them, Yoongi! I want to do so much more than I'm allowed to do!" Miyoung stood, pacing as she ranted. "I want out. I just want to get out of here—"

"Miyoung." Yoongi said, his eyes training on something behind her.

"I want to see the world! I'm sick of these stupid statues and fountains and flowers keeping me company all—" Miyoung continued in her impassioned state. Yoongi swallowed awkwardly.

"Miyoung noona—"

"—day long! Do you know how boring it is? I feel like I'm going insane. I'm talking to birds. Freaking. Birds. Yoongi! Oh, and with these stupid men who don't know their ass from their foot—"