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"I lost all of my chances to have you,

but you have your unused chances left."

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Taehyung never in his life had thought that he would be sitting in an interrogative room and that too having her blood related sole enemy as his interrogator. But the difference being that his enemy wasn't an officer nor did he commit any crime.

The unidentified woman ushered Taehyung to sit on the couch while she brewed some chamomile tea to calm her nerves. The weird girl was made comfortable in the dining table while she had Taehyung all to herself.

"Tell me, how were the pancakes?" She asked calmly whilst sipping her tea. Her eyes scrutinized his moves as her eyes were hooked on his expressions like a hawk.

"They were...good." Taehyung chose this adjective because he didn't wanted to boost his sister's already high ego. The said woman smacked her crimson lips in distaste as she carefully place her China cup back on the wooden table.

"I expect even a better response, Tae. You know I don't like half-hearted answers. Unleash your true emotions, I won't bite." She winked at the end to which Taehyung's nostrils flared as he struggled to keep his calm.

Don't snap, don't snap, don't snap. Just don't.

"Who was I kidding?" He smiled through his gritted his teeth, "They were exceptionally scrumptious. You're a real MasterChef at making pancakes, Younha." Taehyung said and to exaggerate his words, he rubbed his hands over his tummy as his eyelids rolled back in contentment.

His sister hummed in satisfaction as she diligently took another sip of her chamomile tea. Her gaze then wandered off to the dining kitchen on where the lady was sitting up straight as her eyes wandered around her surroundings in sheer boredom. A playful smile escaped on her lips as an idea swirled inside her head and to say, Taehyung absolutely detested that look on her.

"You know that her and I had a talk last night when you assigned me to change her drenched her clothes?" She initiated the talk which got his attention when she mentioned 'her', "She's a very queer personality that I'd like to explore, if that is, you don't mind." She grinned.

"Don't tell me this is another one of your 'analysing humans' project, and if that's it then take her I don't care. She's not my property nor I'm her father." Taehyung rolled his eyes as he leaned back on the couch after sensing that the topic of conversation wasn't about him.

"Who said I'm going to analyse her, I'm just simply wish to know about her more. She seems...interesting." She said to him as her eyes diverted towards the figure in the dining room once again. The lady was now making herself occupied by examining the neatly organised cutlery on the island kitchen. Her eyes seemed to sparkle at every little thing before it disappeared amongst the same cold storm in her eyes and Younha wasn't the one to fail in noticing that.

"Then she's all yours, ask her name for me please because I can't bother. I'm going to work now so do whatever the heck you want with her while I'm gone but remember that you told me that you were straight on your birthday last year." Taehyung got up from his seat and advanced towards his room before his sister could throw anymore slippers at him.

"That little shit." She clicked her tongue before her attention went back to the lady unattended in the dining room who seemed to be fascinated by the fake lavenders and white roses in the vase on the island kitchen. A smile creeped up on her lips as the plan floated around her brain.

"Oh my, this is going to be interesting."

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"I don't know man, I think my sister needs to see a psychologist." Taehyung sighed as he chugged down his chocolate milk.

"No she just needs a boyfriend." Jimin said and as he was about to take a sip of his cold coffee, Taehyung smacked the back of his head causing him to choke on the drink.

"What the hell was that?!" He shrieked, rubbing his head.

"That was for you spitting nonsense." Taehyung scoffed as Jimin glared at him in fury.

"Well, atleast that was a solution you could consider." He suggested earning another glare from the other.

"Do you think I'd want that?" Taehyung replied while he threw his crushed tetra pack of choclate milk in the nearby bin. Jimin laughed and nodded his head in agreement.

Park Jimin, or also known as the 'hot short guy' (data recieved as per colleagues), has been a friend of Taehyung for years. Since middle school to ending up in a same University to even working in the same work place, Jimin had never left Taehyung's side. He was there through his thick and thins and has acted as a pillar for Taehyung when he was in a desperate need of one. He is the one who knows all of his deepest secrets and hideous desires even to the fact that he knew who to blame if police found Taehyung's dead corpse somewhere.

But Jimin was never able to meet Taehyung's sister as she was always out somewhere or abroad when he was called for a family dinner with the Kim's. He only knew her through the vial descriptions Taehyung had been feeding him with and even God doesn't know about how much he wishes to meet her in person.

She seemed like a perfectly mentally stable person with a hint of psychotic mischief hidden in her. She was like the epitome of a little girl hiding underneath the blankets of maturity and Jimin envied that quality of hers very much. Even though Taehyung described her as a jobless lunatic who had nothing else to do than to trouble others, Jimin thought otherwise. He thought that she was just an unexplored being full of surprises with a little bit of twisty-ness in them. He was keen about her, and he didn't wanted to let Taehyung know about his immortal curiousity about his sister.

"You know, intentionally leaning on the railing with your sleeves rolled up and a can of coffee in your hand won't get you any girls, right?"

"Kim Taehyung!"

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"Let's first start with your name."

"I don't feel obligated to introduce myself to a commoner like you, you should've already known me by now but you haven't. That only leaves me with only one assumption; that you are a spy from the neighbouring kingdom."

"I assure you Your Highness, there is no such thing. I want to get to know you because I am already acquainted with the soon-to-be emperor of the dynasty also know as your becoming-husband." Younha smile sweetly as the lady furrowed her brows in suspicion.

"May I know how you know them?" She spoke.

Younha's grin became even more wider as she kneeled down in front of her chair, "He is my brother."

Just as she let out those words, the lady flinched and quickly kneeled down in front of her with her head bowed and arms above it to show respect. Younha could see that she was practically trembling in fear when she dropped the bomb like that. The guilt was slowly clawing it's way upwards knowing that she just made a bad usage of her knowledge and played with her feelings, she shouldn't have lied but she needed to confirm something.

Lee Younggeum. She thought. The only princess in the Joseon Dynasty and the last branch of the Lee clan to be met with a disastrous fate. The poor princess was forced into an arrange marriage by her parents who were the elite members of the royal court. She couldn't even see her soon-to-be husband because she decided to take her own life before the marriage happened.

And Younha was making use of the knowledge of her history class by just that.

"My apologies, Your Highness! I'm sincerely sorry for my actions and disrespectful words towards His Majesty! Please forgive me," Desperate sobs echoed in the dining and Younha couldn't help but feel hatred towards her manipulating self. After all, being a psychologist had its own pros and cons.

"Rise." With just a word in a authoritative tone, the lady reluctantly straightened herself up and kept her gaze down, too scared to meet them with Younha's. The said woman's eyes softened at her avoiding her look but she reminded herself that she's here with a particular mission and will get rest only after achieving that.

"Introduce?" Her command was more on the questioning side as she she didn't wanted to come off rude. Younha wanted her to introduce herself even after she recognised who she was because didn't wanted her to suspect anything.

"Lee Younggeum, heir of the Lee clan. At your service, Your Highness." She bowed once again and Younha greeted her back with a nod of acknowledgement.

"I again ask for your humble forgiveness as I acted very rudely with His Ma-"

"I told you," She smiled, "there is no need for forgiveness. If you really want to apologise then do so to him not me. And in turn, I'd like to ask for a favour in place of your apology." Younha smiled again, but this time was a bit suggestive. A new plan was already revolving inside her head and her enthusiasm was bubbling out of the cauldron.

For the first time, Younggeum dared to look up into her eyes and when she did, Younha noticed the rising waves of confusion lapping on the shores of her mind. Younha suspected that she might be a prey to the disorder which makes her believe that they don't belong to the reality rather than a made up imaginary fantasy-land.

Or...no, everyone will call her crazy for that reason.

"What favour Your Highness wishes to request?"

"Ahh, you see," Younha began with a smirk.

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Taehyung was whistling an uplifting tune which he picked up from the constant ringing of Jimin's phone. He knew he would forget it the day after and would rack his brain again for the tune which would unfortunately would be permanently deleted from his memory.

His car beeped twice as he juggled with his keys on his fingers and trod upwards. His office bag was loosely hanging from his hand, his black tie with white little specks on it was barely clasping onto his crumpled collar. His suit, however, remained tucked in though his blazer had been carelessly forgotten in his arm and the sleeves of his striped white shirt were rolled up to his elbow.

He reached the ground floor of the apartment from the basement parking lot where he opted for the elevator to take him to his house. Now, Kim Taehyung didn't like elevators solely for three main reasons.

1. Elevator music go drown itself

2. The horrendous incident the day before

3. And the mischiefs the little kids do

He swore on his sister's makeup that he would throw the next kid out of the window if it dared to doorbell-ditch. Of course, he didn't mean it when he said he would literally throw the kid out of the window because he doesn't want his sister to taser him nor does he want to get himself sued.

Amongst his irrelevant thoughts, the doors of the elevators opened and Taehyung heaved a sigh of relief seeing that it was the hallway of his floor and not some another creepy thirteenth floor incident yesterday.

The winds were roaring as much as before because the earth's soil was still fresh from the rain and maybe God was kind enough to bless his soul with these pleasant breezes. He marched off to his apartment door, tackling all the flaring curtains of the opened windows.

He finally got to his apartment and proceeded to stamp his card on the sensor when the door knob twisted open from the inside and out came the lady he didn't wanted to see after a long and tiring day at work.

His body froze, his hand was still on the sensor as the scanner read the card over and over again which caused his door to beep continuously. The constant nagging of the beeping boke Taehyung out of his stance as he quickly scrambled to drive his hand away from the scanner.

The figure in the doorstep sheepishly smiled as they pulled the door more further, ushering him inside. Taehyung, obviously weirded out by the sudden change of demeanor, hesitantly walked inside to be greeted by even more bizarre situation.

His sister, was calmly perched on the couch with her reading glasses on which she rarely wore. She seemed to not notice his presence because she then flipped to another page of the book without even battling an eye on him. The door suddenly closed behind him causing him to jolt up in surprise only to find the unknown woman expertly locking the door as if she had been doing that for years now.

Younha pivoted her head towards the back for her gaze to be immediately met with Taehyung's. A small smile curved up on her scarlet lips but Taehyung soon realised that the smile wasn't directed to him but something or rather someone behind him.

She got up from the couch and sauntered over to the woman before she patted her head and ambled off, leaving Taehyung and her alone in the whole house.

"I believe in you." were the last words to Younggeum until Younha slammed the door behind her along with the defeaning silence trailing her.

Taehyung sighed and threw his coat over to the couch before he turned around to face her only to be met by an uncanny sight. The woman had her head ducked down with her knees touching the ground. She had an everlasting smile on her face as she got up and bowed again to the confused man in front of her.

"Your Majesty, are you tired after work?" She whispered to him as her body swayed towards him, capturing him in a swirl of desire as pools of lust clouded her vision.

"What the actual fuc-"

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A/N: Hey! You know that voting increases your chance of marrying Kim Taehyung?

(Sksksks it's a joke don't take it personally plij)