The Prince - ♛ taegguk ♛ [On hiatus]

♛ Twenty Three ♛

I think you won't hate me by the end of the chapter ;) not completely at least haha

The Winner Takes It All from Mama Mia. It fits them so well it's not even a joke. I cry-

Fjskfjs anyways

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Enjoy!
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9:12am

Taehyung felt like he couldn't breathe. After yesterday, the air he was breathing every second felt thick. This mind was submerged in a deep fog and it was like he was walking around with knives stabbed into him.

He was barely able to get out of bed the next day, having stared at the ceiling for a good hour before getting up.

He had cried himself to sleep the night before, his body forcing him to sleep. He was now dehydrated and tired—and weak. But he still had the wedding.

Oh.. the wedding. It was today. Oh god.

10:11am

Taehyung took a shower, feeling sluggish. He had five hours until the wedding. Five hours. It didn't feel like enough. Like everything was rushed. Like he didn't have time to breathe.

He stood now, four hours until the wedding, staring at his blue, jeweled suit in his robe. He didn't want to put it on. He didn't want to put on something that signified that this was happening.

He wanted Jeongguk. He wanted to be in his arms. He wanted to kiss him, and tell him "I do". He wanted Jeongguk to be the one walking the isle to him. He wanted to vow to be with him forever, through sickness and health.

But that wouldn't happen, would it? Because really... the winner takes it all. And he was not the winner.

Taehyung wanted to scream, he wanted to rip his suit, light it on fire. He wanted to run to Jeongguk and tell him he loved him—that he just wanted him, forever and always. To hold him and never let go.

But all he did was stand there, staring at his suit.

10:38

Four hours and a half until the wedding and Taehyung was about to put in his suit. That is—he was about to, because he halted when someone entered his quarters.

Everyone was supposed to knock- no one but Jeongguk didn't knock. He hoped it was Jeongguk.. but when he looked over at the door, it wasn't Jeongguk.

It was Sayna. She was in a white silk robe, barefoot, hair tied up in a loose ponytail. She looked like she had just ran there.

She closed the door behind her and bit down a smile. Taehyung blinked at her, confused.

"Taehyung, I have news." Sayna started, obviously trying to hide that she was excited in a way. Taehyung didn't know why.

"What is it, Sayna?" Taehyung addressed her, putting on his personal of confident and more emotionless now.

He wondered why she was here, and not getting ready.

Sayna composed herself, going serious. "Erm, okay... so how to tell you this.." She walked forward, standing a foot in front of him. "Your Father—he.. he's ill." Taehyung felt relief wash over his body. Why did he feel relived?!

Then it hit him. It actually hit him. His Father was sick. Was he going to die? Was Taehyung going to lose his last parent? No- he was too young to be an orphan.

"Wh-What? How? What happened?" Taehyung worried.

"We don't know.. yet." Sayna told him, Taehyung running a hand through his damp hair.

"How bad is he?" Taehyung asked, looking slightly down at his fiancé.

"He's in critical condition, from what I've heard. He is being tended to by the Royal Doctors, but has fallen unconscious." Sayna told him. She seemed shaky, but excited for some reason.

He had to think.. what was he supposed to do? He had a wedding to att- wait.. if his Father was sick.. then, being at his side was more important then the wedding..

"What are you thinking?" She asked, looking at him, seeming hopeful for something.

Taehyung licked his lips and looked off to the side, thinking more. If his Father was ill.. they couldn't go on with the wedding, could they? No, they couldn't.

They had to postpone it.

"I think we have to postpone the wedding." He told, looking back at her. She bit back a smile and nodded.

"Okay. That's.. probably a good choice." She nodded, backing away, hands behind her back. "I'll tell them." Them as in the Royal Planners and all.

"Oh but, Sayna," Taehyung stopped her.

She looked at him, eyes big. "Yes?"

"Why do you look so excited about this?" Taehyung asked, blinking.

She smiled softer, "The same reason you got a glow when I told you he was ill." Sayna said vaguely before turning and walking out of his room.

Taehyung let out a breath and walked backwards to his bed, falling into it when his heels hit the foot of it.

It took him a second but when he finally processed everything he smiled widely, covering his mouth.

This had to be a sign.

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Do you still hate me? ;)

What do you think is going to happen next?
What do you think Tae's next move will be?
Why do you think Sayna is so happy about this?

I hope you enjoyed!!!

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-Tae ;)

Me to this story Hahahaha