𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 | Kim Taehyung //DISCONTINUED

14

Chapter 14
▌ Glass apples; part 1

"I'm fragile, please be careful."
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"Fate. Fate is very strange. You see, Y/N, we are dealt a hand of cards at birth. Whether good or bad one, we all get one. But even a bad hand can rise up and win the game, as a good hand can be defeated. It's how we play the game that determines our future. That make sense, Y/N?"

At the time, those words of your grandmother just floated over your small, seven-year-old head.

They still did.

You couldn't decide whether you had been dealt such a terrible hand at birth to be dealing with something as awful as you running from a mad queen, or an amazing one to be put into such an phenomenal adventure. Either way, at the moment, you just wanted to collapse onto your bed and sleep.

Yet, here you were, in front of a mirror as Namjoon contemplated about how to make you anything but yourself.

Delightful.

"Let's . . . go with the red lip stick, hm?" he said after looking at his assortment of lipgloss and lipstick.

You really didn't want to ask why he has so much of different kinds of makeup, along with dresses, but you couldn't stop yourself.

"Hey," you began, slowly, drawing circles on the counter in front of you, "why do you have all this girl stuff?"

He gave you a sly grin, "Just because I'm mad doesn't mean I don't get laid once in a while. I've learned that girls like to be pampered in the mornings after."

This, you were not expecting. You just supposed he liked to crossdress but okay, that works too.

You cleared our throat, looking away, but not moving your face as Namjoon continued to slave over your face. Why he was working so hard over just a little meeting with the prince, you had no idea.

He seemed to read your mind, "You have to look beautiful for the prince, he doesn't see anything unless it jumps square into his lap." He was working on your eyes then, so you had no clue what his expression is.

"What do you mean?" you asked quietly, trying not to move.

The Madder Hatter chuckled, "So naive."

Your head tilted but was soon jerked back by Namjoon's large, stable hand, forcing you to be still.

You felt Seokjin's eyes burning into you as Namjoon worked. He hadn't left since he gave you the news but also hasn't spoken. His tail swished back and forth, his dark eyes calculating. When you had first met him and Jimin, you had assumed they were only troublemakers. Now, they felt much more frightening with their schemes and pretty lies.

"I'm done!" the man topped with a hat exclaimed, clapping happily. He moved away, allowing you to see yourself in the large mirror stationed in front of you.

You had to admit, you looked hot. Namjoon must be magical.

Touching your face to examine his work closer you murmured, "Is this all necessary though . . ?" You paused. "Not that I'm not grateful!" you said, spinning around, worried you might offend Namjoon.