Throne || BTS

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Yisun walks out of the room, shivering.

She stands still, replaying it all in her head, the Prince's confession. Her mother would kill her is she finds out her daughter rejected an heir to the throne.

She hears footsteps, and looks up. Prince Seokjin stops not far from here, his posture straight. It's silent for a while, Seokjin trying to make eye contact with her as she looks away.

None of them know when it happened, but they grew apart. They are standing in front of each other, but in fact, they're very, very far.

Maybe it was when they stopped talking for unappearant reasons, or when sheㅡYisunㅡstarted doubting his genuineness towards their friendship. Maybe it was when Seokjin started avoiding her out of nowhere, adding more to her doubts, or when she found a more genuine, more trustworthy, friend, Namjoon.

"What were you doing in Namㅡ"

"I believe it's none of your business," She cuts him off, not sparing him a glance.

The atmosphere is thick and dark. The coldness of her voice makes it thicker, and his blank gaze makes it darker.

She walks away, and he doesn't stop her, his heart only missing a beat when she passes by him and he catches a sniff of her lovely scent.

The next day, it's a chaos in the castle.

The next year, it's a chaos in Yisun's mind.

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The bedroom door bursts open, and Yisun stands up, turning to look at the door.

Seokjin rushes in, shutting the door behind him before he takes long strides towards Yisun.

He stops in front of her, panting. He scans her confused face, then steps back, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

He licks his lip, and runs a hand through his hair, now disheveled. He holds up a hand, showing a folded paper.

Yisun realizes it's a letter, and it looks like as if it was crumbled then someone tried to straighten it again.

She takes the paper from his hand, and furrows her eyebrows at the words written on it.

She looks up at Seokjin, confused as ever.

"This... " She trails off, looking at the handwriting again.

"Did you know about it?" He asks, and Yisun shakes her head.

Her hands shiver against the paper, and she tightens her grip, then slowly unfolds the paper, and reads.