HIS: Princess (Seokjin) | {Book 7} ✔️

{III}

I looked at her.

She was pretty, she really was.

Her face was soft, really nice looking. She looked like a nice girl with a great personality.

And just as Yoongi had told me, she had a wonderful figure. She had curves, an hourglass figure from the Victorian age and she held herself with esteem.

"It's really nice meeting you." Even her voice was nice.

"Likewise, uhh..." I could not remember her name. I felt bad but she understood.

"Veronica. It's Veronica." She smiled sweetly.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm not very good with names."

"No worries. It's only been three minutes." She chuckled and she had a very cute dimples.

Dimples...

I swallowed and I could hear the air go down my throat. I cleared it once as I sipped the latte.

"Do you not like black?" Veronica asked her blue eyes twinkling and smiling at me.

I shook my head. She really was a sweetheart.

Why?

Why?

Why?

I didn't understand...

My heart didn't beat. Not for her.

She was my type. She was heavier built and I preferred a woman like her...but it didn't beat. It didn't move.

Again, I was a cold frozen zombie, my heart dead.

I don't understand why? And how?

Why didn't my heart move for the woman that sat in front of me?

I couldn't do it. Not anymore.

It wasn't going to work out.

"V-Veronica." I gulped. It really was a pretty name, just like her.

"Jin?" My face was pained when I looked into her kind eyes.

I hated myself. She did nothing wrong. It was all me and I was hurting her.

"Veronica," I stood up, all too sudden, but it was happening. My body moved without orders from my brain. It moved because of my heart.

"Yes?" Her eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry." I bowed several times. I felt horrible. "I...I have to leave."

"Jin?" I ignored her calls and left the cafe after paying for the bill.

My heart didn't move, nor budge but when I thought of her...it had gotten excited and crazy. For a single thought—a memory, a distant one at that—I had become a neurotic fool.

Pulling out my phone, I called the person who had designed the set up for me.

"Hello?" Yoongi's voice answered and he seemed distracted. I entered the driver's seat and started the car. Soon the phone switched to Bluetooth mode and I got into the street driving away from the cafe where my blind date was.

"Yoongi—I...", I sighed my words being blotchy. I couldn't create full sentences. What was I to say?

"Ah..." he sighed deeply and on the phone I could hear from the other side his tongue clicking, a habit of his at times. "What happened?"

"I'm sorry. I really am." I told him. I pushed out the words when he had asked me with understanding. "I couldn't. I couldn't stay there."

"It's okay. I just thought that she was your type."

"She was. She is. Yoongi I don't know why...Veronica, she was perfect and I-I couldn't even properly talk to her."

Yoongi didn't say anything as he just listened.

"Damn it! Yoongi, I don't know why. I don't know why I'm like this. I want to love. I want to be in a relationship. Even our youngest is in a relationship and I'm stuck here, dateless and single."

I fisted my hands tightly as pure frustration filled my chest.

Why couldn't I fall in love? Was it not possible?

"Hyung...are you still?"

"No!" I shouted as I slammed my hand against the wheel. "No..."

"Hyung..." he firmly said. Yoongi never knew how to bullshit around.

"Stop—!"

"You still love her. Hyung, you still love her." He repeated and the words solidified my heart. It was true.

I closed my eyes as I rested my forehead on my arm—just for a brief moment. I was so tired.

"I don't want to be."

"But you do." Yoongi stated softly and I raised my head up in time for the light that had turned green. "You still love her. Even though..."

"Yoongi—Yes. God, I love her." I stammered our finally, confessing. My heart raced just as my car did and I rushed into the parking lot, settling the car in place. "I want her—even though it's been over ten damn years!"

I closed my eyes.

It was so painful. Not having her with me. Not seeing her. Not knowing her...

"Hyung...you know—she's..."

"Stop I know. I can't force my heart to choose. The heart wants what it wants and it's her." I sighed, my arms felt heavy. My palms felt empty just as my heart and my soul. "I want her."

My body aches for her—my Princess. My heart did not do its job without her.

"Yoongi...I'm going to go. Just—for Veronica, tell her, I really am sorry." I hung up as I forced myself to go to work.

It was the only place...possible that I could not think about her.

Princess...where are you?

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Poor Jin. Look at him...
Where are you, his Princess? Why aren't you by his side?

But tell me—my precious readers, how is it so far?