BTS Oneshots

Hoseok // Mask. Pt. 1

You remembered the day as if it was yesterday, you remember the day that the man had claimed you his enemy. Claimed your fathers throne as if it was easy, as if you would accept that. He had caused you to flee, he had caused you to hide away for a year.

But in that year, you had built up an army, you had trained with the local assassin's guild, you were ready to take your throne back since you were the last member of your family. The last heir to the throne and the man had made it so easy for you to get into the castle.

Your heels hit the floor in a rhythm. The mask covering half her face as she prowled through the ballroom, the room that was once your favorite play-space for when your friends and cousins visited the castle. The candles flickered across the room, causing an eerily warm glow to cover everyone. Thankfully masquerades were always dark, so it would be easy for you to either get away or blend into the crowd once you had spilled his blood.

You drew the sword that was at your side as you neared the guards. "Ma'am, no weapons are allowed-"

"I'm aware." You smirked devilishly, teeth shining a pearly white in the candles. You cut the guard off by thrusting your sword into his chest cavity and the guards surrounded you instantly. You blew a loose strand of hair out your face.

"Ma'am, drop the weapon. You're under arrest for murder and treason!"

"I don't think so." You laughed, pirouetting and blocking the guard's attack.

Once they were down, people were starting to be drawn towards the commotion. You pushed your hair back out of your face once more. The blood of the several men dripped down your sword and onto the floor. Leaving a trail of red splatters in the direction you walked.

"They're dead!" A woman screamed. This alerted more guards to the situation and you smirked.

"Come at me if you all want." You hummed gently to no one in particular, making your way to the black haired man. "I don't get defeated unless I want to be defeated."

"Your highness, we have to take you to safety. Someone's killing the guards." A guard grabbed the man's wrist who was sat on the throne on the stage.

"No. I want to stay." The man scanned the crowd before his eyes landed on you. You smirked softly. "I imagine this to be quite entertaining."

You fell to your knees in front of the man. "The dethroned Princess, I thought you had ran away for good or at least died in some ditch. I didn't think you were so stupid to come back." He leant down and got close to your face, removing the mask from you.

You simply held his eye contact and spat. He wiped it away with a smirk.

"Still a defiant little princess... will I have to teach you a lesson?"

"Your highness, she killed quite a lot of your men-"

"I'm aware. So what should your punishment be?" He remained smirking acting like he was in thought for a while until he grinned. "You're going to be my wife. You're going to have to live with me until the day you die. Take her to the dungeons for now."