BTS Imagines, Preferences, One-Shots, Scenarios Book

BTS as Royalty

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(These are getting longer and longer this is over 4.6K words Christ)

Kim Seokjin: (He's already a prince what are you talking about)

Jin basked in the glory that being the Prince got him, though he wasn't ever arrogant about his position in society. He stayed in the palace most days, only venturing out when he was speaking at some social event or traveling. It was for this reason that you met him, you'd attended a conference that he was speaking at, and though you weren't a member of the press, you still found it important to know what was going on in your country.

You'd left the conference later than everyone else, having been caught up on the phone with your boss, explaining why you hadn't been at work today. You finally ended the call, huffing while you shoved your phone back into your coat pocket and rounded a corner, attempting to get back to your car.

Instead of walking into the parking lot, you walked into a rather tall figure that was being escorted to the limousine out front. You shrieked, spilling your barely warm coffee over your coat and pants. You and the other person involved were sprawled out on the snow, but most of the coffee had spilled on you.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Your apology was ernest but you nearly choked when you saw just who you'd run into. It was the prince, The prince lay spread out, practically making a snow angel as he laid there, Most of his escorts offered him a hand, the others giving you suspicious looks.

"No no, it's okay. It's just as much my fault, don't blame yourself. Are you okay?" His voice was music to your ears and much different from the one that he'd used in front of the press. You floundered, unable to do anything but stare in shock at the man you'd only seen in news articles, on the tv, and in front of a microphone.

"Miss? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" You snapped out of your trance, frantically shaking your head.

"I'm okay, sorry sir. Er, your highness? Do I have to call you that?"

He only laughed shaking his head and standing. He offered you his hand, helping you off the ground.

"No, don't bother. I'd rather just call each other by first names. What's yours?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N, okay. Well Y/N, it looks as though that coffee stained your coat and a little bit of your jeans too, why don't you come with me and I can get you a fresh set of clothes."

A chorus of protests from his escorts were heard but he shushed them all with a simple wave of his hand, offering his hand out for yours.

"You ever wanted to see the inside of a palace Y/N?"

Min Yoongi: (this is more medieval than anything tbh)

He was the Prince and you were but a chambermaid. Every day you swept around the castle, cleaning up after the prince and the friends he sometimes had over. Sometimes Hoseok, the jester would help you with your cleaning, but most times he was among Yoongi's friends making the mess. You came to resent the prince for this, always leaving you his nesses to clean up, but you knew your place. You didn't want to be fired because of your bitter attitude so you kept your mouth shut.

Yoongi had never noticed you until Hoseok started nagging him to clean up after himself a bit.

"Why would I do that when people do it for me?"

"Because Yoongi," Hoseok was one of the only people permitted to use the prince's name rather than a title, "the person that cleans up after you everyday works too hard. Sometimes I help them. We really make huge messes. Please, just try not to make a ridiculous mess. Don't throw things on the floor when they have a place. Make their job a little easier."