The Prince - ♛ taegguk ♛ [On hiatus]

♛ Thirteen ♛

My feelings are all over the place, so once again I'm here to avoid them.

Xoxo,
Enjoy.
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[You already know]

"So Prince Taehyung," Leera addressed the pretty boy sitting diagonally across from him at the large dinning table. Taehyung looked at him, giving the older male his attention. "are you doing anything special for a post coronation celebration? Other then the Royal celebration, I mean." He asked before taking a bite of his bulgulgi.

Taehyung hummed, "No—well, not particularly. I have duties to attend to, so partying isn't really something I indulge in." He said, taking a sip of his water.

Leera chuckled, "Oh what a responsible one you are, Sayna could learn somethings from you." He gestured to his daughter with a grin.

Well, really got to call her out like that, don't you? But what's new with these old fashioned Father's. Taehyung thought.

"But, that's not an excuse, Your Highness. Really, after such a event you should take the chance to use up your last bit of freedom. I mean you are getting married a bit after the coronation, after all." The noble man went on. Taehyung almost choked on his own saliva, his heart stopping for a good few seconds.

"P-Pardon?" The Prince stammered—not something he usually does but that caught him really off guard.

"Well, at least that's what we've discussed." Leera said, offhanded. Like it was nothing.

Taehyung's future was being planned by people who didn't give him any say in it, and they acted like it was no big deal. Like it was nothing. What a fucking joke.

"Father- were you going to inform me of this information?" Taehyung looks at the King with a weary expression. His Father sighs softly and nods, almost unsurely. That was Taehyung's real answer.

"Yes, Son. Although, you've been busy with your duties and dates with Sayna that I didn't see a need to tell you right away." He said, and Taehyung balled his fists under the table, his knuckles turning a platinum white from the harsh grip, nails digging into his palms.

His coronation was in a week more then a month and he decided that he didn't need to tell him right away?! That meant he would be marrying a girl he had known for barely a month and a half. A girl he didn't even really want to marry!

Taehyung wanted to scream. Hit something. Tell his Father to go fuck himself. But he couldn't.

It was a lot.. so much. And he didn't know how to deal with it. He just wanted to be able to decide his own future—marry someone he, himself chose. Not someone his Father thought would be a good fit for him.

At this point he felt like he couldn't breathe without it being dictated and approved by someone other then himself.

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek, hard. His teeth cut through the skin, his jaw clenching. His eyes moved almost immediately to where Jeongguk was standing, in the sight window between Sayna's Father's chair and his wife's.

Their eye's met and the younger gave him that look. That look that Taehyung knew so well. The look that told him, "it's going to be okay, calm down, Love." And it took Taehyung a second but he did.. taking a deep breath and releasing his jaw from the cramping force he had in it and relaxed his hands.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds, so it wasn't all that noticeable but Jeongguk nodded to him. The nod was minuscule—and anyone would miss it if they didn't know Jeongguk's twitches like Taehyung did. It told the older that he did good. Basically a nod saying, "good boy".