Royal Pains {BTSxReader}

2. Just Getting Started

"Oh come on! Just let me go," you plead. To your left, Yoongi holds your hand, and to your right, Namjoon holds the other. "You guys are going to ruin my study sesh..."

That's a lie, you just don't want to go to this party.

     "Quit squirming!" Taehyung whines, pouting as he walks next to Namjoon. He wanted to be the one to hold your hand.

     "Okay, we're here!" Yoongi announces, dragging you into an expensive looking boutique.

As they step in with you, the employees of the store begin to bow. "Welcome, Princes... and their friend. Your parents let us know in advance you were coming. What can we help you with today?"

"No, no, no. This place is much too expensive... let's just go to like... Target or something..."

Everyone bursts out laughing at that. "Yeah, that's gonna be a no."

"Her measurements are..."

After Taehyung tells one of the employees, you stare at him, dumbfounded. "How the hell did you know my measurements, you creep!"

"Our mom told us hers. You guys are the exact same size. Easy-peasy," he shrugs.

Still unsure, and frankly, weirded out, you continue to stare at him. "You can think what you want," he sasses, "but our mom knew you wouldn't cooperate without a fight."

You're face is solemn as you think about it. They're right.

"Meh..."

Two female employees whisk you away before you can even think. "Wait!"

"...She'll be fine, right?" Namjoon asks the man behind the front counter.

"Oh yeah, Tracy and Haerin are the best we have. Don't worry, she's in good hands, young sir."

The three boys nod reluctantly.

About 15 minutes later, 7 dresses in, you step out of the dressing room for the eighth time.

Compared to the other dresses, you actually like this one the most.

It's a white ball gown, the bodice is solid and strapless, with intricate white lace detailing, the skirt of the dress touching the floor and a little big, but not to large that you can't handle it. There's a layers under the skirt that puff it up a little bit, and at the hem, the same detailing on the bodice sits. It's quite beautiful, even you have to admit that.

"Wow- I mean- ahem, you look... nice..." Yoongi comments, you smiling in return.

"Thanks. I feel nice."

"Yeah, and how about some shoes?" Namjoon asks, grabbing a pair of white heels off the wall. They're white, a lace material making up most of the shoe. You sit down in a chair, and after a second, Namjoon appears before you. Gently, he slips the heel onto your foot.

"I feel like Cinderella," you laugh, and the store employees chuckle, but the three boys who accompanied you don't. You half-grimace half-smile.

Taehyung says something under his breath, though you don't quite catch it. "Sorry, what?" You ask, eyebrows knit together.

"Ah, nothing."

"Anyways, how much for the-" you begin, only to be stopped by a finger held to your lips. You're eyes widen at the stranger's gesture.

"The King and Queen already paid," Tracy informs.

"Damn, they're good," you mutter.

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