Illusion || VMin

5- Fake Marriage

Tae's POV

That idiot, he finally returned!

I increased my pace to reach him as fast as possible. It had been a long time since we talked. Because of war, he was usually busy, but thanks to the recent peace between the Kims and Parks, he was finally given the order to return.

I halted when I saw him shouting at the soldiers. After second thoughts, he wasn't actually but was just giving a speech to raise their spirits. Anyways, a few minutes later, I noticed a man whispering something in his ears. Out of nowhere, he yelled, "You are all dismissed."

He turned and looked at me. A smile crept on his face as he walked towards me. I'm a hundred percent sure he is thinking of something stupid.

As expected, he hit my head with his fist, making me moan in pain.

"Long time no see, Tae."

"Yah! I am the prince show some respect," I rubbed my poor head and brushed away the dust from my hair. He grinned and raised his hand in the air while moving them in a weird way.

"Min Yoongi, what are you planning to do?" I gulped.

"I will show you my ultimate respect." Once he uttered those words, he rubbed his sweaty, stinky and dusty pale hands on my clothes. I opened my mouth, staring at my Hanbok. After processing what he did, I lifted my head to see that evil smile on his face.

I inhaled and exhaled. Calm dow-

"MIN YOONGI, I WILL KILL YOU," I roared and sprinted after him. I am the crowned prince, and I should keep my cool, but when it comes to that idiot. I just can't, and that's why father hates him. I don't care, though. Min Yoongi is my friend and he was-

entrusted to me by his parents.

"Okay, okay, stop! I am tired," he stopped in his place and kept panting. He was sweating like crazy. His red and black Hanbok was drenched with that sticky liquid. He ran his fingers through his long reddish-brown hair that gave him the appearance of a lion.

"I believe that I really need to sleep," he hummed and looked at me. "Okay, this is enough for now. Go and prepare yourself for the wedding, while I will take a nap."

"Sure thin- who the fuck do you think you are to order me like that?" I shouted in fake annoyance, but he just walked past me and went to lay his body on a bench.

I sighed and said, "Make sure to be fully charged after eight hours." He yawned and didn't bother to even answer me. That thing! I tsked at him.

"My prince, you are here? I was looking for you." Kookie, who seemed to be exhausted said then added, "You should be in your room right now for the preparation." I huffed and muttered some random words as I followed him.

I am really going to get married to Jimin. A miracle didn't occur even after my desperate prays to God during the past few days to make one. It seemed to me that Jimin was my fate.

I hate this shit!

On arriving, Kookie helped me to get into my Hanbok, but of course, after taking a shower because of Yoongi's 'pleasing' odour that was all over me.

Two maids entered my room and started to brush my hair. On the other hand, Kookie just stood gazing at my handsome fac- Of course no. He was just standing doing nothing because he is simply terrible at brushing hair. I discovered that when I was young after her highness' death.

Mum used to comb my hair, but when she left me, I told Kookie to do that in her place, not knowing the truth. It was a disaster. I had to cut my prolix hair because of him. Oh God! I don't want to remember, really-