Royals | pjm

Four - The Art of Slicing Radishes

Haneul certainly wasn't expecting to see those dimples again.

"Namjoon oppa?" Haneul's eyes were about to fall out of their sockets.

"Why hello there." Namjoon greeted in English while gesturing for Haneul to take a seat opposite his.

"Are you my English tutor?" Haneul asked, in English as well, and Namjoon nodded at her question. "Are you guys all perhaps my tutors? Seokjin oppa is my cooking instructor, and you're my English tutor."

"Smart girl. But not all of us though, only me, Seokjin hyung, Yoongi hyung and Hoseok are your tutors. Why else do you think we are allowed to mingle around with the Crown Prince?" Namjoon smiled, and Haneul processed the information in her brain.

"And you're all the creme de la creme." Haneul pointed out, and Namjoon nodded once again.

"Not bad, your French is pretty good as well." Namjoon complimented with a small laugh, and it made Haneul happy to hear that. "We have to prepare you for future associations with the countries all around the world, so it is inevitable for you to buckle up your speaking skills."

Haneul nodded in understanding, and after that, the two began with their lesson.

It turned out that Yoongi was her music instructor, since he was a music prodigy and Hoseok was her dance instructor, as he had represented the country to compete in the overseas for his talent.

Needless to say, Haneul had fun hanging out while learning new skills today. She had realized that the boys were pretty funny and loud, unlike a certain someone, once again.

Haneul was grinning at her phone over the chat between Seokjin and her while sitting on the edge of the bed when Jimin entered the room, his tie loosened slightly with the top button of his shirt unbuttoned. Raking his hair backwards, Jimin furrowed his eyebrows when Haneul giggled uncontrollably at her phone, not even realizing that he was in the room.

"Who are you talking to?" Jimin suddenly asked, startling Haneul to accidentally drop her phone onto the ground. She was about to bend down to retrieve her phone but Jimin was faster, and had snatched her phone to look at the person who was making his wife laugh. "Seokjin hyung?"

"Yah, give me back my phone." Haneul tried to snatch it back from him, but Jimin had raised the phone as high as possible as he continued to scroll through their chat. "Yah!"

"Wow, you two have gotten pretty close huh?" Jimin smirked incredulously.

"He's my cooking instructor." Haneul deadpanned, not wanting him to think otherwise. "Why do you even care who am I talking to?"

"I'm your husband, Lee Haneul." Jimin glanced at her with the smirk still on his face.

Haneul crossed her arms. "So what? You have Youngji, so even if I do like Seokjin oppa, it's none of your business."

Jimin opened his mouth to retort her point, but nothing came out.

She's right. Why do I even care?

"Fine. Just don't let the public see." Jimin blurted before throwing her phone back to her and rushed towards the bathroom.

When he was done, while wiping his damp hair dry, Jimin sat down on the edge of the bed, and lifted his legs to sit cross-legged on it. Haneul was already sleeping, with her back facing him as she slept on her side.

The two had came to an agreement that the both of them would share the same bed, but would never cross the invisible line drawn in the middle of the bed, separating the bed into two sides.

Sighing, Jimin rested his chin on his palm with the elbow placed on his thigh. He watched her body move subtlely as she continued to breathe deeply while sleeping.

"I know this is selfish but, please don't fall in love with another guy." Jimin whispered softly, and grunted innerly before switching off the night lamps.

The next day, Haneul was giddy to take the lessons from her new friends again. Jimin eyed her weirdly as he got off the bed, his mind wondering why was she so excited and actually woke up before he did?

"Someone's happy." Jimin stated with a smile, and she nodded vigorously. "Why?"

"I'll be seeing our friends again!" Haneul exclaimed, and the smile on Jimin's face was instantly wiped out.

"What?"

"Our friends. Your hyungs. I can't wait to learn new stuff from them. They're so talented!" Haneul expressed her thoughts in awe, and Jimin didn't know why was his heart tugging slightly at her mentioning his hyungs.

"Oh." He didn't know what else to reply.

"What about you?" Haneul questioned, her eyes blinking innocently as she fetched for her glasses that was placed on the night stand next to the bed. Wearing it, using the mirror, she examined her outfit - a simply white oversized tee and a pair of skinny jeans.

"I have some royal business to attend, and... today's my third anniversary with Youngji." Jimin sheepishly answered her, and once again got a brief nod from his wife. He couldn't hold it back anymore, he needed to ask her, to get a confirmation. "I don't get it, why aren't you the slightest bit jealous?"

Haneul raised her eyebrows at him. "Why would I? You have a life before I entered yours, Jimin. I should respect that."

"But-"

"No buts, Park Jimin. Go and shower now or you'll be late for your work." Haneul smiled warmly at him before handling him his towel. "Now go."

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thank you for reading this story! :)

p/s : i love alpacas, hence why I love RJ

Did u know RJ's name is actually another version of Jin's name - 진 ?