The skirts of satin ballgowns whispered against the dining room, glass flutes of champagne clinked against one another and your head leant against Jin's broad shoulder as you waltzed slowly around the ballroom.
"Your guard is staring," Jin whispered, grip shifting on your waist so he could dip you and grin at the surprise on your face before he pulled you back into his chest. "We should play a game," Jin continued and you knew you shouldn't have approached him asking how he knew Namjoon was jealous because know he was having too much fun interfering.
And yet, as you continued to waltz with Jin, hands resting on his shoulders as you grinned up at Jin, "what kind of game?" The boy tilted his head in the direction of the exit, where you quickly glanced and saw Namjoon standing with his arms folded, glaring at you. He frowned when you locked eyes with him, so you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively and winked before pressing a quick kiss to Jin's cheek.
Jin had watched what you were doing and laughed, "it looks like you know this game well, but let's take it up a bit." With that he pressed his lips gently to yours, causing a few people to clap and you wrapped your arms around Jin's back, enjoying the taste of chocolate that was on his lips.
Tonight you let the worries of your curse slip away, pulling back from Jin to find him grinning, "you love him, don't you." Your eyes widened and Jin pulled you once more to press a kiss to your forehead, "I know a girl in love when I see one, although usually they've fallen for my undeniable charm."
With a roll of your eyes, you curtsied and made your way towards the food table and as your hand reached out to grab a strawberry, someone's arm wrapped around your waist. Turning you found yourself face to face with a complete stranger, his dark hair fell over one of his eyes, "what an honour to meet the real Frog Princess," his tone was humourless and yet he gave you a fake smile, "is it true that you pass on your curse to every poor suitor who falls for you?"
The man moved in closer and you tried to back away but his arm snuck around your waist, head moving towards your neck and it felt like you were moving in slow motion as you grabbed a glass of wine and threw it at him before stumbling away and into a familiar chest. "And who are you to touch her like that?" Namjoon's hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you protectively into his chest as you listened to the sound of his sword being unsheathed.
You pressed your hands into his chest as you tried to make him stop, "Joon, please don't make a scene." He sheathed his sword and took your hand, walking you out of the ballroom and into the labyrinth of corridors. Finally he pulled you into a darkened room, muscular arms wrapping around your waist and moving you into his chest.
"I was so worried," he squeezed you tightly before letting you go and then making a sound of recognition, "actually no, before that I was-" Namjoon seemed to be searching for the correct emotion and without thinking about the consequences, you pulled out of his arms and smiled coyly at him.
Namjoon narrowed his eyes at you, watching you smirk and pretend to think about what you were going to say, "did you feel jealous?" you grinned, until his mouth opened and closed again, akin to a fish out of water.
"You better run," he growled, "throwing words around like that deserves reprimanding my bratty Princess." You yelped and ran further into the room before noticing the view from the window and coming to halt. The window looked down on the balcony of the ballroom, where people were currently mingling, some swaying to the faint sound of music and others in conversation.
Turning you saw Namjoon gazing at the view with what looked like a similar sense of awe as you, his eyes reflected the golden light and you grabbed your hand in his, "I think I'm going to do something I might regret."
