Cintaerella •taekook oneshot•

Cintaerella

Cintaerella

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It was a bright morning where Taehyung and his stepsisters heard a ring from the doorbell and a three small envelopes was thrown straight on Taehyung's face when he opened the door, catching it on time before it fall to the ground.

Walking back inside to his sisters, looking at the envelopes, he reads the cursive word of 'You Are Invited'. Frowning, he opened one of those card and throw the remaining to his two sisters.

"What's this?" Anna lazily tore the envelope open.

Taehyung reads the inside. "You are cordially invited to the Palace's ball for the search of Prince Jungkook's possible princess to be. Eh?"

A squeak that sounds like an elephant's cry plus those sound emitted by a whale erupted the room.

"We should tell Mom right away! We should find a perfect dress right away!" Tasha, Tae's overly healthy stepsister, exclaimed, jumping in her place making a mini-earthquake. "Oh my God!"

Anna only rolls her eyes looking back to Taehyung. "Are you invited as well, Tae?"

"No. This is for mom." Taehyung pass her the card.

"You should come. Here, take mine. I'm not planning to come. I don't do guys, you know me."

"Then let's stay here together."

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"No way."

"We live in 21th century Taehyung, on top of that we live in a doomed world of reality."

Taehyung winced from his back bone breaking--courtesy of the laces of his corset that was pulled by his own stepmom behind him.

The tighter, the sexier, the better.

"There's no such as magic fairy godmother appearing out of nowhere and pumpkins turning into carriages here Taehyung, but you have evil stepmother. Much much more evil than any stepmom you'll find."

"Mom!" Taehyung gripped at his bed's headboard tight. "I can't breathe."

"It's fine." His stepmother whispers sinisterly near his ear. "We're done. Now meet Tasha downstairs and we'll leave soon."

Standing tall with his blue ballgown and 2-inch heels, Taehyung huffed, glaring at his mom, grabbing his fake boobies, he complained, "Is this really necessary?"

"Yes. Definitely. Now go."

After an hour or so they three settled on their rented car. Taehyung's step mother at the passenger's. Him and Tasha at the back.

The car drove off.

"Anna is so lame. How can she not like Prince Jungkook? Girls and boys like him." Tasha spoke while she keeps looking at her mirror, as if her face will disappear if she happen to look away.

"Lesbians don't Tasha, don't push it." Taehyung pressed his head on the window. He can't freely move since he only has one-fourth space of the seat despite of his blooming gown. "Me neither."