HIS: Princess (Seokjin) | {Book 7} ✔️

{XV}

Present day...

Princess was in front of me again.

Again, she was in front of me, her face almost expressionless.

Her beauty was the same. No, it was even better.

And once again, I was left a fool. A fool for her, not the prince that everyone made me to be...

With her, nothing was ever prime with her. Fate truly wanted me to suffer. It made me think, that perhaps I had ruined or betrayed my country in my previous life or killed my own sibling. What had I done to deserve such treatment by the world?

I stood in front of her, my feet frozen and glued to the ground.

"You look well." She spoke first, her voice addicting as it had been years ago.

Her wonderful, melodic voice seeped into my skin. She spoke to me, the same tone that she had spoken to me all those years ago.

No, it was softer, her beautiful voice more mature and stable.

Princess was a woman. She was grown. And she more fabulous and wondrous than any woman I've seen.

I licked my lips, unable to hide the desire for her. I wanted her. I wanted her as mine. I wanted to call her my own and I wanted her to own me.

"Don't look at mama!" A little girl, the same age as Hyukji proudly shouted while hiding her face in her mother's legs.

It was just so cute.

And I could immediately tell, that this was her child. At that thought, I knew that meeting her had been fate but it had not been for me but to torture and lead my mind to insanity.

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I couldn't take my eyes off her and she could not keep her eyes on me. She seemed to sometimes avoid my eye contact. I wished for her to only notice me...

The little rascal next to me had other plans.

"Hey, Su!" I looked down at Hyukji, whose chubby little baby face smiled at the girl that protected her mother. "Want to eat with us?"

"Huh?" I blinked. The rascal was already wooing girls and he wasn't even 6 years old.

"Uh..." the little girl mumbled, her soft little hands reaching for her mother as she turned around. "I don't know...mama?"

"I..." She looked at her child, her trance broken by her precious beloved little girl.

"Come, join us." I asked, jumping on the opportunity laid before by my youngest and best wingman.

"Jin...I..." the way she said my name was still perfection at its best. No one said my name the way my Princess did.

"Eat with us," I asked. I wanted her to take the offer. I only wanted to spend more time with her, in her presence and to allow my eyes to take in the splendor that was her. That was enough. "I'm buying!"

"See! Papa Jin is buying!" I internally groaned as I heard those words. Usually I would be happy to be so loved by Hyukji, but in front of beautiful Princess, I wasn't sure if I wanted her to misunderstand our relationship. "Come, Su! He has a super cool car!"

"Su," Princess called out her pretty voice raised but the two children were off running to where my car was parked. "I..."

I looked at her and she met her pretty eyes on mine. She wavered a bit as her teeth but on her pretty lips.

"Lets go, I promised Hyukji that I would buy him Italian."

"Oh," Princess gave my hand a bit of a look before taking it. "Maybe, I shouldn't," she pulled away a bit, but I didn't let her.

The feeling of her hand in mine was more addictive than my favorite champagne.

"No, let me do this. For old times sake, eat with me."

"Okay..." Princess bit her lower lip harshly and blood rushed to the sensitive skin causing it to redden naturally. So alluring, I wanted to feel her lips on mine.

I really had the best wingman ever.

He was 100 times better than Yoongi, but I would never tell him that he lost to his own son. Yoongi will always be my brother.

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Back to the present time, when the Prince is 32/33. I hope this hints some truths...some may get disappointed at the truth, but that's what makes this story unique and beautiful.

Anyway, hahakim out!
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