Not-So-Prince Charming // KTH

neun | wedding

"ah, princess sachiko." yoongi fakes his sweet tone as the carriage arrives in front of the castle.

i just nod as i'm helped off the couch and walk straight past the prince, wanting to face him as little as possible.

jungkook bows at the older prince before running to catch up with me.

it was sometime in the late afternoon, and i just wanted to go to sleep. i was tried and i missed taehyung. k never got to say a proper goodbye.

i asked one of the castle maids to bring me to my room, and she graciously nodded and said to follow her.

yoongi's castle was perhaps two and a half times bigger than mine. even though i've been here twice, i've only ever gone down a few of the hallways. this castle is just too big to explore.

the castle maid, which i learned her name was seulgi, led me to a rather large bedroom, probably the biggest in the entire building. there were already things spread around.

"has someone else been staying in here?" i ask, turning around to the young seulgi.

"this is prince yoongi's room," she explains. "he requested for you two to be in the same bedroom."

"oh," i sigh, looking down. i peeked my head inside and saw a small chair i could probably sleep comfortably on. "very well then. are there any preparations i need to do for the.. the um.." i didn't want to say it. "the wedding?" i finally choke out.

she shakes her head. "unfortunately, the wedding has been pushed back to tomorrow. some deliveries we purchased haven't made it yet, and some last minute guests were invited by the prince."

i nod, letting out a sigh of relief. "very well."

"i'll let you settle in, princess. i hope you and the prince stay happy." seulgi bows before editing the room and closing the door behind me.

i groan, facepalming myself as i fall back into the armchair. how did i manage to get myself into this?

i must have fell asleep in that chair after all, because the next time i opened my eyes, it was already nightfall.

"finally awake?"

i jump at the horrid voice. "holy shit you scared me."

"oh. did i?" yoongi casually asks. "my bad, princess. it's only me, your future husband."

i grimace at the thought. i'm really marrying this bastard?

"i suppose you're wondering what time it is," he continues as he makes his way over to his bed. he takes a seat as he says, "2 am. the wedding is in approximately ten hours."

"ten hours?!" i ask. was that enough time for everything to be prepared.

"set up begins at 8, so you're welcome to sleep longer."

"i won't be able to fall asleep after my whole day nap," i say. "i'll just stay here and catch up on my studies i should've done today."

"or.."

"or what? you're gonna make me massage you again?"

"i had some.. other ideas in mind," he slyly says.

automatically knowing what he was referring to, i instantly shake my head. "no no no, not again, never again. you're not ever laying your hands on me ever again."

"c'mon, don't be like this, princess," he says as he opens his arms.

"i refuse to even be in the same room as you," o huff, standing up and making a bee line towards the door but yoongi stands up, stopping me before i can open the door.