"Son," the King began, placing his glass down against the dining table.
He looked over at the youngest Prince sitting opposite him, before his eyes flicked over towards his wife and elder son. Inhaling a sharp breath, he continued to inform Jungkook about his latest decision.
"As you know, the entire marriage situation has been a strained topic over the past two years," his father said, earning a suppressed snort from Yoongi, and a sarcastic eye roll from Jungkook.
"Where are you going with this?" the Prince asked abruptly, swirling the contents of the glass with his left hand. "I thought we'd all have gotten bored of it sooner or later," he continued, adopting a tone of self-superiority.
The Queen remained silent so far, her lips pursed into a thin line. She knew exactly where this conversation would lead to, and she didn't like it one bit. Her youngest son had grown to be extremely stubborn, hence why she knew he was imminent from completely exploding after discovering the news.
"You might've gotten bored of it, Jeon Jungkook," the King breathed out bitterly, furrowing his brows angrily at the boy. "You have duties as the Prince, which you aren't fulfilling."
Jungkook let out a dry laugh, setting the glass roughly against the surface of the table. His fists were balled up in visible anger, whilst he stared back at his father challengingly, setting his jaw straight. "I think you're forgetting I'm not the eldest here. You seem so adamant on getting me married off, you're forgetting Yoongi is the one who's five years older than me."
"Yoongi isn't the one who's down to be the future King! You are my blood relation and your brother is not," the 40 year old retorted, standing up immediately, causing the chair he was previously sitting on to be pushed back. "Whether you like it or not, I've called over the royal family of North Korea. You'll be marrying the Princess, Jungkook. I've given you far too many chances at meeting someone who may potentially catch your eye, but now you've gotten far too cocky. She'll be arriving in a few days. There's nothing more to it."
Jungkook could physically feeling his blood boiling. His cheeks flushed an ugly shade of red as he mimicked his father's actions, slamming his fists against the table in a sudden rage of sheer vehemence.
Yoongi stared down at his hands, biting down against his bottom lip. The irritation radiating from his younger brother was so great, that it almost intimidated him. Meanwhile, the Queen attempted to place her smaller hand against her son's clenched fist, only to be angrily pushed away.
"You think you'll have this much control over me forever," Jungkook stated, emitting a bitter laugh seconds later. "You'll only be here for so long. And I swear to you now, I'll never fall in love. I'll push her away until she rejects me herself. You just wait."
Moments later, the Prince stormed out of the dining hall, shoving past the guards who stood on either side of the door. At that specific moment, Jungkook felt nothing but blind rage. He resented his position. He resented the fact he was the future King, and that he held a responsibility over his entire country.
He wanted out.
"Get the hell out of my way," the Prince hissed, pushing past the few servants who lingered around the hallways of the palace, carrying an assortment of items around the large castle. His eyes burned with bitter tears, although he hastily wiped them away, clenching his jaw firmly.
The words of his father repetitively played through his head as he made his way back into his own chambers, growing even more irritated by the passing second. He couldn't quite believe he was being forced into marriage; especially with someone he'd never met in his life.
Jungkook took in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down only slightly. He knew that rejecting the Princess was out of the question, since it was impossible for him to disobey the proposition his Father had put forward for him. No matter how much he resisted against the King, it would only get him so far. In the end, the Prince would lose against his father, and he'd be a fool to think otherwise.
A sudden, loud knock interrupted the Prince from his thoughts, causing him to angrily stare over at his closed door. "Go away, Jimin," the boy shouted out, guessing it'd most likely be his servant wanting to prepare his room before he'd get into bed.
"It's me," a softer voice compared to Park Jimin responded, before Jungkook witnessed his door open, revealing none other than Kim Seokjin.
The Prince's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting to see the palace's chef standing outside his door.
"What is it?" Jungkook grumbled, immediately dropping his outraged demeanour. It was almost impossible for him to find the right words to disrespect Jin, as the man had practically raised him himself since he was small. He'd been more of a parental figure than his own parents were.
"Are you really going to bother with that question, Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin replied, letting out a soft sigh as he closed the door after him, pacing over towards the boy who sat on the edge of his bed. "I happened to have just finished off cooking your favourite dessert, before I heard you threw an absolute fit halfway through dinner. It's all gone to waste now."
Jungkook rolled his eyes, burying his head into his hands. "I'm not in the mood to talk," the boy muttered dismissively, wanting nothing more than to be left alone in that precise moment, despite knowing it was virtually impossible. Jin wouldn't leave until he'd managed to visibly cheer the Prince up.
"When are you ever?" Jin asked, taking a seat next to Jungkook. "The way you're acting is rash. You haven't even met her," the elder said soothingly, adopting a gentle tone over his words.
"I don't want to see her. I don't care for marriage, Jin. Why doesn't anyone understand me?" Jungkook asked, feeling his body filling up with rage again.
"I do understand," Jin interrupted, placing a comforting hand against the boy's shoulder. The last thing he wanted was for Jungkook to get fired up for the second time. "I'm just saying, you need to think about this situation. See what she's like, and then you can decide what you want to do. Stop attacking your father over everything. He's doing what's best for the country," Seokjin continued, before standing up after his reprimand. "I need to get going again. I've got a lot to clean up, but just think about what I've said, okay?"
Jungkook nodded in response, his facial expression remaining neutral. Mumbling a small "okay" to the chef, the boy watched him depart from his room, leaving the Prince to his own thoughts.
He grudgingly admitted to himself that he knew Seokjin was right. Despite his Father annoying him greatly over the past few years, he knew he was doing it for the country's best interests, which Jungkook couldn't argue against. The entire royal family held responsibility over South Korea, which meant its stability would become much more secure once the Prince married off to a neighbouring kingdom.
There was just one mere issue, however. Jungkook found it incapable to put the country's needs before his own.
He was selfish.
His happiness came before everyone else's, hence why Jungkook's thoughts on marriage wouldn't change.
He knew the Princess of North Korea would never interest him, and he knew that he'd never agree to get married off to her, no matter the consequences.
a/n: decided to do daily updates until I finish this book bc I really want to finish it off before I lose motivation so keep updated !!
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In which the Prince of South Korea, known for rejecting every single Princess legible for marriage, witnesses a servant boy walk into the palace. side ship: yoonmin COMPLETED. open for translations, just give credit! cover by: @frustratedJK