"We can't do this anymore." Hurt. He didn't want to end what they had. Not when he meant so much to him. But what other choice did he have?
It wasn't meant to be.
"Wh-What? No, Darling-" The younger tried, shocked. No, this couldn't be the end. Th...
I made a playlist for this book. It's still being worked on and all, but hit me up if you want it. Plus sorry I haven't written in a while, had to do a lot of thinking(?) and focusing on things so, sorry 'bout that!
Anyways, here's visuals ;)
Taehyung's suit:
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Taelin's dress:
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Seolsin's suit:
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Xoxo, Enjoy! - [Very Unedited...]
6:02 pm
Taehyung stared at himself in the mirror as his staff dressed and fixed things on his suit. He felt...odd. He couldn't exactly explain his feeling. He wasn't ecstatic, nor was he dreadful.
It was only an hour until he was scheduled to make his entrance to the celebration. The whole day had been quiet interesting, but he had gotten through it. The maids fussing to please him more than usual. The stylists spending hours on his look. And now it was the outfit. His pristine outfit.
Everything was about appearance. Tonight especially, because a drop of a smile—even just a silver—could be caught and broadcasted as "the Prince of Choseon is incredibly unhappy with his celebration!". A look in the wrong direction could be gossiped as him having a secret relationship—etc. etc.