Not-So-Prince Charming // KTH

acht | truth

"what?" i ask, eyes widening.

"i never mentioned it, you know, since you're royalty and all," he says.

i stand up, walking away. he gets up and chases after me, holding me back. "why? what's wrong?"

"i ran out of the castle many years ago today. someone stopped me because they thought i was lost. the guards saw and.."

"and what?" he asks desperately, putting his hands in my shoulders and turning me around to face him.

"the guards saw and beheaded them. i didn't know that was a rule. i cried for the next three weeks," i quietly let out. "and a few years ago, a man assassinated my mother when she was outside of the castle gates. he blamed her for for his wife's death. even though i was the one she saw.. wait." my eyes look up to meet taehyung's. "did.. did your father kill my mother?"

taehyung just stares blankly into my eyes. there were mixed emotions i couldn't identify. sadness? humiliation? anger?

he lets go of me harshly. i quickly back away, not sure what he was gonna do next. his head remains looking at the floor.

"taehyung, i-." my hand reaches out to hold his arm but he quickly takes a step back.

"don't touch me," taehyung spits out.

my heart drops. "taehy-."

"i said don't fucking touch me." his eyes look up to meet mine, nothing but cold emptiness present in his orbs.

my hand immediately goes down to my side.

"you're the reason my mother died, then?" he asks.

i scoff. "you're blaming this on me?" i ask dumbfounded. "she's the one who ran into me in the first place. you're not gonna say anything about your father murdering my mother then?"

"he was going to avenge my mom. it was her tenth anniversary and he had finally had enough. he set out to kill whoever she had saw. he got your mother instead."

my eyes widen. "he was going to kill me?"

"yeah, and considering how much trouble this has caused, maybe it should've been you instead after all."

my heart ached. it burned with regret, anger, sorrow. i clench my fist as the tears begin welling up in my eyes.

"and he broke up a family in the process. my father only talks to me when he talks about marriage or scolds me, and even then it's only a few words. my only real family left is jungkook. i thought my family included you too, but i guess i was wrong." shaking my head, i turn around and walk back towards the town center.

i don't bother looking back.

looks like our months of friendship went down the drain.

and i have no regrets.

-

"i have so many regrets," i groan, one week later, as i lie stomach first on my bed.

"it was a tense situation, noona, it wasn't any of your guys's fault," jungkook tried to be comforting.

"i said stuff i never meant to say, and i'm too embarrassed to go back to him," i prop myself up and rub my face with my hand. "and now it's mom's anniversary and i'm leaving in like two hours to go to that stupid fucking wedding."

"did you like taehyung.. hyung?" he asks after thinking about how to address him. "is this why it's so difficult for you?"

"of course i liked him," i groan out, planting my face into a pillow. "i still do, in fact. this whole situation is just tearing my heart into pieces. we even kissed before we got into that argument-." i shut myself up before i can continue.