Her Royal Highness ❃ 𝓳𝓳𝒌

Chapter 3

"Put on some perfume, lipstick and stuff. Look nice." Mother said and you sighed, picking up the bottle of liquid lipstick and applying it to your lips before spraying on some perfume. You didn't notice Jungkook passing by behind you until you heard him let out a small cough.

"Yah, you're attacking me with perfume! I smell like you now!" He exclaimed and you laughed.

"What are you complaining for? I smell better than you!" You teased, holding the bottle in front of his chest. He looked down at it and then back up at you, eyes staring directly into yours.

"You wouldn't." He said in a low voice and you nodded, spraying him with perfume. He gasped dramatically, smelling the vanilla on his shirt.

"Stop playing around, dear." His Majesty said upon entering and seeing you giggling.

"Yes, sorry." You bowed and he smiled before entering another room. You cursed him under your breath, sticking out your middle finger to the empty room.

"What are you up to, shorty?" Jungkook asked, sitting down on the sofa and looking at the newspapers that were on the coffee table.

"Parents called their friends over for tea and I have to sit with their son." You told him and he nodded, not really knowing why you'd have to do that or why you still agree to all that your parents plan.

"How old is he?"

"Oh, I don't know. Why?" You replied.

"No reason, no reason." Jungkook said quickly.

'Except that I have to know if he's another person that will take up more of your free time.'

...

"Really?!" You exclaimed through chuckles and Taehyung nodded, revealing his charming box-smile.

"I swear, it happened!" He confirmed, nodding his head and putting the cup of tea down on the table. He looked around the tea room, eyes scanning over the lovely paintings which were further decorated by the fancy gold frames. When I say gold, I mean real gold.

"This is a very nice place." He said and you politely thanked him before reaching over to the teapot and pouring some more in his cup.

"Thank you, Miss Y/N." He said, taking ahold of the handle and soundlessly sipping the drink. You gave him a small smile, trying to be as polite as possible around the stranger that was apparently close to your parents. You slightly pushed your tiara back so that it wasn't bugging you and then ran a hand through your hair, separating the waves.

'Maybe this isn't that bad after all.'

...

"Okay, JK, I'm ready!" You called out, tying the laces on your runners before jogging into the garden to see him standing there, an amused look on his face. You huffed and put a hand on your hip.

"What's up?"

"I've just never seen a princess in sweatpants before." He said and you rolled your eyes, tightening your ponytail and fixing your bangs.

"Yeah, and I'm rocking it, so let's start." You told him and he let out a light chuckle. He looked around the garden, running a hand through his hair and you took the opportunity to check out his jawline. So. Bloody. Sharp.

"Did you hear me?" He asked and you snapped out of your thoughts, looking back at him blankly. He chortled at your lost expression and tapped your shoulder before pointing at the path in the garden.

"Six laps, I'm running with you."

And so you ran around and around, JK occasionally glancing at you, and if you started to get tired, he'd push you further, shouting encouraging phrases. Half an hour later, you were squatting down, wiping your face with your shirt and letting it fall back down to cover your torso, sticking to your back with sweat.