𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲•𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧

epilogue: yoon jeonghan

JEONGHAN THOUGHT that jisoo was a terrible driver, but a good leader.

despite being in no control over an inanimate object, he is good in leading people and making decisions for everyone. for example; the little photography circus he runs with his friends. despite it being a mess, their final poducts are always a masterpiece.

jisoo is considerate, too. despite his cold demeanour and whatever-ish attitude, he always takes other people's thoughts and feelings into account, and from there he makes a final decision wherein everybody gets what they want. he mostly thinks about money, but yeah, it's not questionable. there are more people out there who are more hungry for money who don't even care for others unlike jisoo.

"shit!" and yes, jisoo cusses. it makes jisoo seem more like an alien in jeonghan's perspective because nobody in the palace curses as much, but jeonghan's the actual alien here. a privileged alien.

"what's the problem, jisoo-ssi?" jeonghan asks, looking ahead and looking back at jisoo, now with a shocked expression. "we just t-boned another car!"

jisoo sighs, walking out of the car to talk it out with the driver—but jeonghan noticed that the driver was unconscious. instead, two fellows from the backseat came out with smirks playing on their faces; by then, jeonghan knew that they were in trouble and nobody was going to save them.

there's always a gun in bellezia's official cars.

jeonghan's eyes brightened upon realization, and then he crawled to the back to immediately get the said gun that was always hidden in every car that his family owned. and boy oh boy, jeonghan should tell his men to hide their gun better. not just in a suspicious-looking case under the chairs.

he quickens his pace, slamming the case on the seats and opening it in swift motions. jeonghan giggles when an m416 auto gun flashed him, in all its glory and beauty. jeonghan immediately loads it and steps out.

"hello, friends!" jeonghan exclaims, standing beside jisoo. he frowns, seeing that wonwoo already had a gun pointed to jisoo and jisoo only gripped the gun on his holster. jihae stood behind wonwoo, injured. jeonghan showcases his gun. "i joined the gunpointing. now, it's the waiting game."

"your little boy jisoo here doesn't even have the guts to whip out his gun." wonwoo scoffs, rolling his eyes. "waiting game? is everything a game to you? is that why your ancestors fucking left us in hunger and because of that, up until now, we don't have a fucking stable economy?"

"not all kingdoms are perfect. economi—"

"wait, let me finish," wonwoo laughs humourlessly, glaring at jeonghan. "is everything so funny to you, so much like a fucking game that you fucking made a plan for war when we've always been oppressed?! are you asserting dominance? what happened to 'all of us are equal', in your speech? hah. are all of bellezia so fucking egoistic?"

"ask that to the princess hiding behind you."jisoo intervenes, and jeonghan stepped slightly in front of him.

jeonghan was afraid that wonwoo would get angry at jisoo for intervening and shoot him. he didn't want that, so jeonghan has to protect jisoo.

no. he needed to protect jisoo. he can't afford losing anyone in his life anymore.

"what? do you even know me, to drag me into this little arguement that you yourself aren't even supposed to be involved in?" jihae asks, stepping out while pressing a hand against a bleeding wound. "wait, you're the slut that wonwoo told me about! the one who sticks to jeo—"

"you started this, you know? you asked wonwoo-ssi here to kill your own sister, am i right?" jisoo's demeanour always seemed cold, but it was just actually stolid. this time, jeonghan sees that he really was turning cold and jeonghan feels himself smiling at that.