HIS: Princess (Seokjin) | {Book 7} ✔️

{XII}

Two weeks ago...

Two weeks ago, I had kissed her on the cheeks. And at that moment, when my lips touched her soft fluffy cheeks, Yoongi had entered the art club with his childhood friend.

My Princess pushed me away as soon as the sounds of the door opening happened but it was too late. I could see it in their eyes, Yoongi's just-curious and the other club member rather shocked.

Princess had left suddenly, her hands pushing me away as she ran from me. I glared at Yoongi for interrupting us to which he just shrugged his lazy shoulders.

"Uh...what happened to...?"

"Nothing." I replied to her as she asked about my blushing Princess, who ran away. "Here, I'll take this punk away from you."

"Thank you."

"Hey!" Yoongi shouted but we both chuckled as I dragged Yoongi out by the shoulders.

"Let's go. We can hang in the music room. Namjoon's probably already there." I said as I left my arm around his shoulder.

Yoongi nodded and kept quiet. He wasn't much of a talker but he and I never really needed to talk much. We just understood each other without having to talk much.

"So..."

"Don't," I asked. It was bad enough he saw it. "I know it was bad kissing her without her permission."

"I wouldn't rally call that a kiss." He twisted his mouth before sneezing. "It was more of a peck. Or an accident."

"A kiss is a kiss." I explained. I groaned. What if Princess was going to hate me now that I kissed her without her permission? Then a dreaded thought came to me. "What if she hates me now?"

"Yeah...on the cheek. It wasn't even on the lips." He scoffed. "A peck isn't hate fueling. Don't worry about that...she's not going to hate you for pressing your lips to her cheek for literal two seconds."

"But I should have asked." I groaned.
"Huh?" Yoongi looked at me genuinely confused. "When did you ever worry about a girl not wanting to kiss or asking her for permission, in the first place?"

"What do you mean?" I nonchalantly asked as we walked the hallway.

"Uh, you ask uh...her or her," he said pointing some random girl, "if she wanted to make out with you...they'll hands down say yes."

"No, they won't." I looked at him strange. He kept looking at me with that look though.

"Yeah they will. Also you are the one who has an older cougar still begging you to be hers." He reminded me of that older girl from sophomore year. I shuddered as she never relented in giving up on our nonexistent relationship.

"One, ugh...I never wanted to be with her and two, she only a year older than us and I blocked her." She really would not take a no for an answer but I wasn't going to say yes. Not when she was not my Princess.

"Yeah I know. She keeps messaging and calling me and Namjoon. It's kind of creepy."

We entered the music room to fin Namjoon already waiting for us, talking to another person in the music club.

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"A party...?" It sounded troublesome...

"Come on, you should come with us!" Namjoon chuckled as Yoongi cursed at him for poking him awake.

"As for the party—you should really come." Yoongi hoisted himself up and walked to me. He whispered something in my ear. And what he told me was something that I could not refuse.

"Fine, I'll go to the party." I did reluctantly. With what he told me, I had no choice but to go.

Yoongi laughed with Namjoon as they fist bumped.

"But if you lied to me about this, I'm going to hurt both of you guys." I warned them.

"Deal." Yoongi grinned a gummy smile. "But...I wouldn't lied to you about this."

"You better," I grumbled out as I left the club room. I had to go talk to Sungkyu anyway.

And then...two weeks later, I was at a party. That was when everything changed.

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