𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐔𝐊. in which taehyung makes a deal with the enemy
(chapter 14 is missing because this author is an idiot who did not make backups and forgot how to update chapters properly)
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THE PRINCE leads Taehyung into his master walk-in closet; an endless amount of different fabrics staring back at the servant, but what draws his attention the most is the zipped outfit lying on the table in the center of the room. It looks ominous with the royal giving him this expectant stare as he picks up the mysterious object. Jeongguk clears his throat, handing him the outfit. "You will need to wear this to the event tonight. My stylist will help you with your hair and everything else."
Taehyung takes it from the prince, nodding slowly but his mind is still fluttering back to the memory of his mother in that damned hospital bed. His lip wobbles as he watches the prince that is keeping his own mother away from him leave the room. He hangs the outfit on the door handle and shakily unzips it, revealing a gorgeous, floral dress instead of what he had originally thought would have been a fancy tuxedo. He is floored, to say the least, as he takes in the fact that he will get to wear this at an important event. He will get to wear it with a bunch of old-fashioned idiots while being right next to the prince. Maybe--hopefully--that will send a message to the country:
Boys can wear feminine clothes if they fucking want to. It doesn't hurt anyone other than the very few brain cells of those who just cannot handle that they are in modern times, and it is not the 1800s anymore.
The servant takes off his bland clothing to replace it with the dress and holy shit.
Taehyung's hands fit over the pretty flowers that outline the prominence of his collarbones and the faint ridges of his ribs, and he feels absolutely stunning. He walks over to the full body mirror and twirls a little, watching the dress make a little umbrella shape and he smiles to himself. His waist appears dainty in the fabric despite how he thought he would look too manly or broad for his liking. He, personally, prefers looking more feminine than anything else. Sue him.
The door creaks open, suddenly, revealing a cute old lady who is smiling at him with kind eyes. She has a pair of pink heels in her hands as she makes her way over to kneel in front of the boy, peering up at him as he looks down at her curiously. The lady laughs, "You need to put these on, kiddo. Prince's orders."
Oh. "Oh," Taehyung voices. "He's really going all out then."
The lady nods in approval, "Do you like it?"
He doesn't see any reason as to why he should lie to her so he offers her a shy smile, hands traveling down to fist his hands in the fluffy material, and he hums. "It makes me feel pretty."
"You certainly look it," She says, patting his leg when she is done slipping on the heels, and they are surprisingly comfortable. "Now, let's touch up your hair and makeup."
♛
The doors to the ballroom swing open every few seconds. Jeongguk, having to welcome the guests personally, stands right in front of the door with a forced yet still kind smile on his face. He would rather be with his friends or with Taehyung. People he actually knows, to be exact.
