AUTHOR'S POV

It was evening already, and Yeonjun was standing close to Y/n, who sat on a purple stool.

"Are we done?" she asked as Yeonjun ticked off the last task on the list, which had been in his hands since morning.

Y/n's pale face was illuminated by the warm glow around the mirror, in front of which she sat.

Her cheeks were lightly flushed with pink, and her brown, shiny hair cascaded down, adorned with a delicate, white crown. They were in a white-marbled wardrobe filled with dresses Jungkook had once shown her.

"Yes, Your Highness; this one was the last."

"Thank God!" She cried, looking up at the white ceiling.

"Your Highness, though I'm prohibited from commenting on the Royalties, you're looking quite beautiful."

His words brought her back from her thoughts, and she stared at herself in the mirror. He bowed afterwards.

"Thank you," she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear. What was making her sweat was the thought, 'I don't know what they do in engagements. I'm surely done for.'

In the other part of the purple Palace, which was glowing by the radiant glow of the now-setting sun, Namjoon ticked off the last task on his list as well.

He glanced at his companions, who were unusually well-behaved. The silence was short-lived, shattered by Jimin's whining about his food.

Jimin started whining about his food to Seokjin, telling him about the sadness he felt. Namjoon sighed and thanked his fate that they were able to accomplish their task. He couldn't have been more glad.

He took a glance around the hall they had decorated; he could still see the scene where Seokjin threw a tantrum about doing the work by himself on a ladder while putting up decorations.

The hall was now shining, with red curtains hung on the pillars.

Most of the food on the tables was creamy or white. The white and red combination made the hall look majestic. Now, the only task left was waiting for the stars to shine and the night to cover the sky.

The Prince was changing his clothes in the room he was given. Glancing repeatedly at the clock - which hung on the cream wall - he knew he was going to be late for sure.

Alone in the room, he quickly pulled on his clothes, the pants taking longer than usual to put on.

He was just done wearing when he heard a loud thud, and then followed by another, as if a few bodies had tumbled near his door. Jungkook snapped his head towards the door.

Jimin had slipped and was laid on floor. Taehyung, who was lost in his own world, had tumbled upon him.

The door was wide open with Namjoon standing behind the duo in his usual old fashion. Hoseok popped his head into the doorway, tilting his head as he searched for Jungkook.

"Get aside you old hags! Where is my boy?!"

Seokjin burst in and stepped over Taehyung, who let out a grunt. He glanced at Taehyung for a second and shrugged it off, before reaching out to his boy.

"My boy, you do know its going to be time soon and you are not ready yet?! Do you know what impression you would make if you got late, which you are going to for sure."

He went on and on about the consequences of being late, even referencing Jungkook's future life with kids.

Jungkook turned his pleading eyes to his hyungs, hoping for help, but all he saw was Namjoon wiping the corner of his eyes. Jungkook's jaw dropped eyeing his Hyung who was being dramatic.

'Not now, Hyung!' 

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Hey!
(Scheduled update as well TT)
I'm not alive, because exams.

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