welcome home, princess | jjk
pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader
summary: the kingdom of raemor welcomes their princess home.
genre: fluff, childhood best friends, modern royalty!au, prince!jk, princess!oc, jk has a crush <3, oc has one too, lots of plot, something is brewing…..
warnings: sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of drinking/alcohol, subtle touches and hinting at sexual (and romantic!!!!!!) attraction between oc and jk <3
word count: 9.3k
author’s note: hello everyone ! i am BACK with a royal au! ꒰◍ˊꈊˋ◍꒱ i’ve been watching a lot of reign and the crown… too many period pieces. so i just had to write something with prince jungkook bc i kept imagining him being this obnoxiously sweet guy wanting to waltz with you everywhere ♡ i hope you enjoy!! i hope to turn this into a series so pls lmk what u think! also if u see a typo… shhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! no u didn’t ♡ =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇)
no one believed you when you told them you were a princess.
albeit, you do say it in the weirdest situations. passing moments with strangers in coffee shops and when you’re checking your groceries out. usually, you never saw the person again. this time you decided to tell your best friends in the middle of a club, because jimin suggested truth or shot. and you, being self aware that alcohol and your brain do not mix, told them that you were the daughter of a king. therefore, making you a princess.
they laughed it off at first. until they realized that you weren’t laughing.
“oh, you’re serious?” seungyeon quips. her eyebrows raised along the shot glass in her hand. the vodka almost spilling out when she pulls it back. “how?”
“it’s kind of a long story.” you scratch the back of your neck. you then proceed to tell them your entire life story. how you were born into the raemor monarchy with your father being the king and your mother being the queen, which leaves you to be the crown princess. then about how you wanted to spend time outside of the kingdom and not be shut off in raemor for the rest of your life. you know, literally everything.
you’re not exactly supposed to tell anyone. part of you feels like you’ve majorly fucked up, but the other half doesn’t really care. nothing happened the last few times. what’s the worst that could happen?
you were very, very, very, naive.
there were newspapers, articles, tweets, and posts about how the princess of raemor is not actually in raemor. they didn’t exactly know where you were, there were tips that you were in los angeles, new york, seoul, tokyo, basically every major city in the world. you came to a conclusion that someone at the club overheard the conversation you were having with jimin and seungyeon; then the media mixed up the locations, all of them unaware where you actually were, but they just knew that you weren’t where you were supposed to be.
soon enough, you woke up to your phone ringing with a contact that was all too familiar but so rare at the same time. “dad?”
“princess,” he replies. you can’t tell if he’s angry. his tone is calm, but you bet he wants to tell you off.
he sent you off, allowing you to explore and live because he wanted you to be happy. on your sixteenth birthday, your father asked what you wanted as your gift. you said something along the lines of get out of here and experience the real world. you were an angsty teen, you’ll admit it. nevertheless, he listened and allowed you to.
royalty isn’t like how it was back then, when you had to stay trapped in a castle twenty-four seven. your parents would probably like that more than you being thousands of miles away from them, but they still wanted you to be content. so they let you; sending you off with a trusted advisor, an apartment, and an allowance that would keep you fed for years and years.
there was only one rule: don’t tell anyone you’re a princess. specifically, don’t tell them the kingdom you’re from.
your father was already paranoid to start off. power hungry kingdoms could and would do anything to get their hands on the crown princess of raemor; one of the top three most powerful kingdoms in the world.
no one knows what you truly look like, so they wouldn’t be able to spot you even if they happened to be where you were. there was a rule that princesses need to cover their faces with a veil at every public event until they were eighteen. it was set by your great grandmother, the queen; she hated seeing her nieces and granddaughters fight off the stares of creepy men, so she protected them while the king would keep the men in line.
knowing that the public has never seen how you really look, he felt a sense of relief. still, sending his only daughter off worried him terribly, but he loves you so much, he’d do anything for you to be happy. he’d also do anything for you to be safe. so you were told to hide the fact that you were royalty, at all costs.
“did i mess up?” you groan, rubbing your hand over your face.
“i’m afraid so, sweetheart.” he laughs a little, easing the tension you feel in your chest. “blue will come by to pick you up and help you pack your things, you must come back to raemor immediately.”
it’s been a while, five years to be specific, that you’ve been away from home. you’re excited to see everyone, you always wonder how everyone is; your parents, your friends, jungkook. but the other part of you knows you’re gonna miss the city, your friends here, and everything you’ve got to experience that you didn’t have the chance to in raemor. there is still a yearning in your heart to go home; after all, home is where the heart is.
the first person you thought of was jungkook. your best friend since you could remember. you think about him often, if not everyday.
you wonder how he’s doing. the prettiest prince in all of the kingdoms. no, seriously. the christmas festival before you left, they held a ‘most handsome prince’ competition. you remember teasing jungkook about how his mom entered him in the competition without him knowing, and how he ended up winning. he got a specially engraved sword with his family name on it and then some other things, he didn’t get to show you them because you left right after the festival ended.
he’s probably prettier now. if he was declared the most handsome prince of all the kingdoms when he was seventeen, then you’re kind of terrified to see how he’s grown. he’s probably breath-taking. stunning everyone when he walks into a room. he’d always been that way in your eyes. it wasn’t just because of his looks, but his presence. his personality and aura, it demands attention. even when he’s not trying, he’s the best at everything.
you found yourself both falling in love with him and partially hating him because of it. mostly because there is no other guy like jungkook. you can still attest to that now. it’s annoying sometimes. you’ve met hundreds, probably thousands of people by now and yet, none of them shine as bright as he does.
“___?” jimin groans. the sunlight blares through the window and is pointed directly at his face. he holds his hand over his face to cover the bright light when he asks, “why are you packing?”
“i fucked up,” you admit. you’d started to pack when you got off the phone with your dad. the clothes you folded neatly pack into your luggages. seungyeon wakes up too, the noises make her slowly open her eyes. “i gotta go home.”
“huh? where?” both of them ask. sleep still woven into their voices.
“raemor.” you answer.
“are you fucking with us right now? swear to god, i thought you were telling us a bedtime story.” seungyeon groans. jimin is sitting up fully now, watching as you lift your luggages onto their wheels and pull up the handles.
“i wish i was— my bodyguard is picking me up soon.” you tell them, showing him the texts between you and blue.
“well, fuck— bitch, give me a hug.” seungyeon lifts herself off the couch when she realizes the severity of the situation. you had the most serious expression on your face, they’ve never seen you like this before. she gives you a hug, swaying the two of you around for a little bit. jimin joins in on the hug, reality washing over him, making him realize that his best friend for the past five years, is leaving.
you’d met jimin when you moved into your old apartment, he was your neighbor actually. he was always super nice. back then, you didn’t really know how to make friends outside of raemor. in the kingdom, your friends were people that your parents raised you up around. it’s hard to explain, to keep it short, their friends gave birth to children, and those kids ended up being your friends. you didn’t really need to try to make friends, you just happened to have people around you.
so one day, you knocked on jimin’s door with your supervisor, venus. a shy smile on your face when you offered the cookies the two of you just baked to him and his family, “i’m new in town, do you wanna be friends?”
the rest was history.
after your eighteenth birthday, venus left you to fend for yourself in the real world. your eighteenth marks your official adult era; therefore, you didn’t need a supervisor anymore. the kingdom acts as though when you turn eighteen, you automatically know how to be an adult. venus expected you to know everything; how to do taxes, get a job, go to school, juggle your responsibilities easily. but it was so obvious that you weren’t ready for all of that.
this is when seungyeon comes into the picture, meeting you in chemistry class and telling you that she thinks you’re pretty. fast forward, seungyeon would teach you how to drive and how to take care of yourself in ways jimin couldn’t help.
over time, you lived and you learned, with jimin and seungyeon by your side the whole way through.
you can’t help but feel your heart tug and beg to stay here. there was so much you were leaving, but at the same time, there was so much you were coming back to as well.
“are you coming back?” jimin asks when you pull away from the hug. all you could do was shrug. you had no idea what was next after this, whether your father would let you stay, go back, let you visit; you didn’t know.
“i’m not sure,” you shrugged again. “i compromised my identity— if anything i could visit, but probably not until a couple of months pass or maybe a year.”
“huh?! how are we gonna live without you?” seungyeon cries. jimin agrees. the three of you have grown quite close to each other. the highs and the lows, the three of you were together, no matter what. it hurts, having to leave them like this, so abruptly. but it was your fault for being so reckless.
“i’ll facetime and stuff, we could be pen pals or something!” you pinch their cheeks, trying to make light of the situation. assuring them that you could still talk and keep in contact with them. it makes them feel a lot better. the fear that they would lose you forever no longer hanging over their heads.
a knock on the door startles the three of you. when you peek through the peephole, a familiar face stands just behind the door. blue!
his real name was namjoon, he goes by blue for his own protection. the door swings open and you give him a big hug. you haven’t seen him in so long, the last time being when you said bye to him entering your old apartment. you missed him. strict rules and all. you knew namjoon always meant well. he cared for you deeply, just like you do him. he’s family, and you’re happy to see him.
“blue, come in first!” you pull him in by his hands, making him stumble into your apartment. “these are my friends, jimin and seungyeon.”
he smiles at them, “nice to meet you guys, thanks for being by ___’s side.” a very short conversation follows where jimin and seungyeon talk about how troublesome you’ve been. laughs are shared amongst all of you. then, all three of them are helping you bring your luggages to the cart namjoon brought. “can’t believe you blew your cover,” he shakes his head.
you pout, “you didn’t miss me? wasn’t five years long?”
he rolls his eyes, “of course i missed you— we all did, but this isn’t exactly how we envisioned your return.”
“right,” you sigh, shoving the rest of your essentials in your bag. you turn to your friends and watch as they begin to pack their things too, readying themselves to go home. “do you guys wanna come to the airport with me?”
“princess, we’re taking the private jet on the royal runway, it’s registered guests only.” blue warns you, your face falling fast. “my apologies, princess.”
“it’s okay.” you pat him on his shoulder, turning to your friends. “just kidding— i’m sorry, guys.”
they both shake their heads, silently saying that it was no problem, and pull you into another group hug. “we’ll miss you,” seungyeon speaks. she rubs your back before she pulls away to ask, “are you serious about not coming back?”
“i’ll let you guys know when i know for sure,” you assure them, holding one hand of theirs in each of yours. “thank you guys, for everything, i mean it.”
“stop it— you’re gonna make me cry.” jimin rolls his eyes up towards the ceiling to prevent the tears that welled up in his eyes from falling. it doesn’t do him any justice, they fall like raindrops.
namjoon stands by as the three of you hug it out. once all the tears were let out, the four of you made sure all the lights were off and all the electronics were unplugged before you exited the apartment. namjoon told you that someone would come and clean the place up for you in about a week or so; your father was going to let you keep the place, just in case you’d come back.
you make it to the car parked in front of the apartment building. namjoon takes your luggage and places them in the trunk, giving you some extra time with your friends to say a final goodbye. you give both of them a hug, squeezing them extra tight. “i love you guys.”
“we love you too.” they both say at the same time.
namjoon makes his way from the trunk of the car to the backseat, opening the door for you and waiting for you to step in. “bye, guys!” you wave to them as you take your seat in the car. namjoon joins you soon after, sitting in the back with you. they wave back.
they stay until the driver pulls away and you can’t see them anymore. a bittersweet parting that reminds you of one that you did five years ago; to someone you’re on the way to see right now. you let out a big sigh, slumping in your chair. “how have you been, princess?” namjoon asks.
“i’ve been amazing, blue, and you?” you smiled.
“i’ve been okay myself, your father is planning to raise my position soon.” he informs you. you couldn’t be happier. you tell him how proud and happy you are for him. a silence falls between the two of you again. “so, did you get into any trouble while i wasn’t with you?”
you let out a little laugh, “you wouldn’t believe the things i’ve experienced, blue, you and my parents would go crazy.”
his eyes went wide for a second, “okay— maybe don’t tell me, so i won’t have to do another lengthy report.” the two of you laugh. the familiar energy makes it easier for you to be calm about the situation instead of being super upset. if your father sent another body guard, one you didn’t grow up with, you’d probably be taking this entire thing a little harder.
the rest of the car ride went by fast, mostly because you fell asleep while namjoon was reporting to your father. the royal runway held a private jet and security just for you. the driver parks the car and namjoon makes his way to take your luggage out of the trunk. the other security guards help you out of the car, bowing to you first and then taking your hand to lead you to the stairs of the plane. that was one of the things you didn’t miss about being a royal, all the niceties and etiquette that came along with it. if you were being honest, you probably forgot half of the things you were taught. especially the ones for dinner, you completely forgot how to place your fork and knife when you were done with the meal. you wonder if your family will be accepting of the fact that you didn’t retain the information well.
it wasn’t long before namjoon joined you in the jet and told the pilot that everything was good to go. soon after, the plane took off. in fifteen hours time, you’ll be back in raemor.
it was a long plane ride. nothing much to do other than watch movies, listen to music, or sleep. so you sit up straight in your seat, turning to namjoon and asking, “is there any gossip from raemor that i missed?”
he gives you a little smile before he nods. the two of you used to chit chat and gossip all the time. being together for days at a time, the two of you passed time by informing yourselves of the drama and stories that float around the kingdom.
namjoon tells you things that surprise you and also confirm your suspicions. like how chaeyoung, the daughter of the earl of ishaven is due to marry to chani, the son of the duke of kiwen. they were always cute together. not to mention, she was also your childhood best friend (both her and jungkook.) you’d find any chance you could to get them to hang out with each other, and now here they are: getting married.
“anything about jungkook?” you asked. always nosy when it comes to him. you just wanted to know if he was doing alright. when you had the time, you would look on social media and check if any articles were being written about him. you never found anything spicy, just him being in all of the top ten lists of the most handsome and eligible bachelors.
“i knew you’d ask,” namjoon snickered. “there isn’t much, other than the fact that his parents are looking to get him married soon.”
the news shouldn’t shock you, it would make sense. marriage when you’re young (early twenties at least) is common in the kingdom. it makes it look better for pictures and longevity in the history books. (eg. your parents were wed when they were twenty one, it’s been almost twenty five years since then.)
you hate the thought of it. or perhaps, you hate the thought that the one he‘ll wed won’t be you. so you furrow your eyebrows, asking namjoon, “what? isn’t he too young?” even though you already know the answer.
“he’s the perfect age to get married in the kingdom,” he states matter-of-factly. “and you are too, your parents are probably gonna push it on you too when you get back.”
“i doubt it,” you scoff. “i do not want to get married so soon.”
“it’s not up to us though, right?” namjoon shrugs.
he was right. regrettably so.
you are the textbook definition of privileged. everything and anything bends at your will. you never took advantage of that, but you’re aware of it. the one thing you don’t have control over, is who you get to marry. only your parents have that power. they do take suggestions, ask you who you’d like but in the end; they choose. they want to make sure you’re marrying a good leader, someone that would help make the nation stronger. so that the two of you could have a great rule. this is the one thing that they haven’t been very progressive about.
they’ve changed a lot of things over the years; banning consummations, no longer needing to check if the woman was a virgin before marriage (because it really did not matter, if the men were allowed to sleep around before they settled down, why couldn’t the women?) and etc. it just isn’t as strict as it used to be, but arranged marriages are the only way to keep the power within the kingdom and the families. so the parents seem to keep it dear to their hearts.
namjoon is also subject to this rule. though he is a ‘just a bodyguard’, he is a well received one. that gives you power in itself. if you have the king’s blessing, you could be granted a title. with your father’s plan to move his position up, things may be going that way for namjoon. your father loves him, he would talk to you about him on phone calls when you were away. tells you that even after you left, namjoon was always proactive about the security of the kingdom, suggesting this and that, and consequently, making everyone else in the kingdom feel very safe. your father even regards him as a knight sometimes, a title that’s been retired for fifty years now.
it makes you happy that namjoon is being appreciated this way. but at the same time, you know he doesn’t want an arranged marriage. he wants to love someone on his own, to grow with them, and marry them on his own time.
you hope that he’d be allowed that, having spent his entire life protecting everyone around him; maybe your father would allow it, for him to live a life that he chooses.
thinking about it all tires you out, a yawn escapes your mouth. namjoon takes this as a sign to turn the lights off in the cabin, letting you get some rest on your way home.
namjoon wakes you up a few minutes before you land, offering a meal to fill your stomach before you touched down. soup and rice. apparently, your mother intruders him to give it to you. she said that it’ll help with the plane fatigue. the thought of your mom ushering a tupperware of soup and rice into namjoon’s arms before he left the kingdom makes you laugh. you ate it well, and before you knew it, the plane was landing on raemor’s runway.
it was technically in the backyard of your house, but your backyard was huge. it seemingly went on for miles. you were rich after all. through the window you could see your parents and others waiting for you. among the others was jungkook and his family. you could feel your heart skip a beat.
the plane comes to a stop and namjoon gives you a reassuring look, “ready?”
you nod, “as ready as i’ll ever be.” he holds his hand out for you to take and you follow his lead to the stairs of the plane.
“welcome home, baby!” your mother approaches you first, giving you a tight hug and multiple kisses on your face. “my god— you’ve grown so tall, and you’re still as beautiful as i remember.” she’s missed you a bunch. she’s just happy you’re back.
“i missed you, mama.” you give her a kiss on the cheek. she lets you go to hand you over to your father, who’s waiting with his arms open. “i missed you too, papa.” your head lying against his chest as he hugs you and sways you around.
“we’re happy you’re safe.” he gives you a kiss atop your head before letting you go.
now you stand there, a bit unaware of what to do— stuck, really, when you see jungkook standing in front of you.
he looks a little different now. taller, mature, prettier? if that was even possible.
you’d imagined this meeting for years. ever since you left, you missed him terribly. your dreams were, half of the time, scenarios of him in the city with you. you always wondered if he’d like it in the city; if your favorite coffee shop would fit his taste and if he’d like the way you decorated your apartment. you hope to show him around one day.
“hello, your majesty, it’s nice to finally see you again,” he greets you with a bow. when he rises, those beautiful brown eyes shine towards you. it makes you pause, blatantly staring at him. his hands come around from behind him, holding an extravagant bouquet.
“hi, jungkook.” you smile, a curtsy is given for good measure. you take the flowers from him, another small pause decides to interrupt the flow of things; both of you are unsure and awkward. so you step forward and give him a hug. his hugs are still the same, you still feel so safe, so secure in his arms. “thank you for the flowers.” you tell him when you pull away from the hug, he gives you another little bow and you snicker. “no need to be so proper, it’s just me.” you poke him in the side like you used to, he flinches away and lets out a little laugh. the same laugh that you remember.
small conversations erupt around you. small talk between you and jungkook also ensues before your mother takes your hand and leads you back to the castle. the group follows behind you. when you walk back into the garden through the back archway, a major rush of nostalgia floods through you. your childhood flashing through your eyes as you look around; the pond, the trees, the tables, the flowers. all of it. your breath is caught in your throat.
your mother continues to pull you through the garden, finally making it to the back doors of the palace. she maneuvers through the halls and to your room.
your lady, chungha, takes the flowers away from you to put them in a vase. she tells you that she’ll put them in your room after you’re done changing. you tell her you’ve missed her and that the two of you should catch up soon. she smiles, agreeing. it was a quick conversation because your mother was pulling you along in the halls. you’d forgotten how confusing the castle was.
they’d also given you a new room, the one you asked for all those years ago. this room is about two times bigger than your old one. with pretty, big windows all around, a wrap-around balcony that gives you a beautiful view of the flower beds and jungkook’s palace. “get changed into the dress i set out for you, then come out whenever you want.” your mother instructs and you nod.
she leaves your room to let you get ready. you plop down on the huge bed. the sheets freshly washed, the scent of fresh linen flooding your senses. you exhale, turning on your back and looking to the ceiling. paintings displayed up there, stories that only the artist could tell, to keep your brain busy.
the sound of your phone ringing snaps you out of your stare. jimin’s contact name flashes over the screen, you press the green button hastily. “jimin!”
“what’s up, princess?” he laughs over the line. his voice is a little crunchy over the phone. you suspect it’s just because the signal in your room is terrible. you keep that in the back of your mind, telling yourself to ask your father about it.
“oh, be quiet.” you roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. you rise from your bed to sit at your desk, just in front of your bed.
“how is it there? are you settling in fine?” he asks. you look back at your room, one of your luggages sitting in the corner, waiting to be unpacked, and your closet door slightly ajar.
“it’s okay,” you answer, “everything’s just a little different than i remember— oh! and do you remember that one guy i told you about?”
jimin laughs, you always get side-tracked so easily. “yeah— jungkook, right? your knight in shining armor that you’ve had a crush on ever since you could remember?”
“i did not say that— also jungkook’s not a knight—” you tsk before you hear a knock on your door. “who is it?” you shout, waiting for the person behind the door to answer.
the door slides open a bit to reveal jungkook. he peeps his head in and asks, “are you busy? may i come in?”
you flush. you could feel your ears starting to burn. still, you shake your head, “i’m just talking to a friend, you can come in.”
“who is that?” jimin asks. suddenly, the speaker is all too loud. jungkook steps forward and closes the door behind him, moving to sit on the bench just in front of your bed. “who is it? is it jungkook?”
“oh?” jungkook perks up when he hears his name, “your friend knows me?”
“um— yeah, you’re quite famous.” you make up an excuse fast. “do you wanna talk to him? his name is jimin.”
you stand up and pass the phone over to jungkook who speaks into the microphone. “hello, jimin, i’m jungkook, it’s nice to… meet you?”
“ah— jungkook! wow! it’s nice to meet you too—” he starts, he sounds a little shocked. maybe he didn’t expect to speak to him so soon. “—i’ve heard a lot about you.”
jungkook’s gaze moves to yours, catching the look on your face. like a deer in headlights. “oh? ___ has spoken to you about me?”
“yes! dude, all the time—”
“alright! that’s enough!” you laugh, taking the phone from jungkook’s hands and taking jimin off speaker phone. “me and you are gonna have a very long talk later, yeah? i’ll call you before i go to sleep.”
“yeah, yeah,” you could already see him rolling his eyes playfully. “let me talk to him more later, maybe i can help you score—”
“okay! talk to you later!” you cut him off and hang up abruptly. throwing your phone somewhere on your bed behind jungkook.
he laughs. “my apologies for coming unannounced,” he bows his head.
his hair has gotten longer. there’s a sudden urge to touch the silky strands. but you’re still not sure where the two of you stand now. there’s five years of uncertainty between the two of you. so you just give him a smile when he brings his head back up, “it’s no problem, jungkook, i don’t mind.” you plop down onto your bed, lying on your side, facing him.
“i can’t believe you’re here,” he gushes. “at the runway, it didn’t really hit me that you were really back, but seeing you walk through the palace and— and now!” he laughs, “i— i really missed you.”
your heart constricts. your teeth rot. everything. it’s just all so sweet. “i missed you too, jungkook.” you give him a small smile. “oh! i almost forgot,” you’re sitting up now, criss cross applesauce, recalling jungkook’s missing birthday present. “i got you a present for your eighteenth birthday, but venus said it never got to you?”
“you did?” his eyes widened, “yeah— no, i never got it.”
jungkook is relieved. he didn’t hear a word from you on his eighteenth birthday. he thought you’d forgotten, that you just didn’t have time for him anymore. it was strange, you’d greeted him all the years before and all the years after as well, the only birthday you missed was seemingly the most important one. knowing that you got a gift for him all those years ago… it makes his heart pound in his ears.
“yeah, she told me.” you pouted, “so i just got you a new gift instead, come with me.” you urge him, and he doesn’t hesitate to get up from his seat and trail behind you.
you try to navigate the halls as you used to, using all your power to avoid your mother because you know she’ll scold you about how you’re not wearing the proper attire around guests. she’d already reminded you once to change into a dress when you got to your room.
you’re almost to the front of the house when you spot your father, meaning your mother must be close somewhere. you try to hide behind jungkook until you feel a tap on your shoulder.
you turn to see your mother, a ‘gotcha’ look on her face. “you know what i’m going to say, get changed now, sweetheart.”
slouching your shoulders, you groan. “fine— wait a sec, jungkook, i’ll be right back.”
not too long after, you appear at the end of the hall. walking as fast as you can in constrictions of this dress. it wasn’t anything too much, a long, flowy, cream colored dress, straps that tie at the top of your shoulder with cute little polka dots on it. in the kingdom, this is what you would call ‘a lazy look.’
“ah— see! you’re stunning, darling,” your mother smiles. “isn’t she so beautiful, jungkook?”
he’s almost stunned. he’d thought the attraction would go down since the two of you had been away from each other for so long, but it seems to have made it even stronger. he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. “yes, your highness,” he answers to your mom, “very.”
you step in front of them just after jungkook finishes talking to your mom, sending them suspicious looks. “what were you two talking about?”
“nothing, darling,” she teases. “are you both off somewhere?”
“oh— i’m just giving jungkook his gifts, we’re not going anywhere.” you explain but you see jungkook shift beside you.
“uh, actually—” jungkook speaks up, “your majesty, is it alright if i bring princess ___ to my palace? i would like to introduce her to my friends.”
your mother smiles, “of course, jungkook, just be back in time for dinner, alright? it’ll be in an hour or so.” he nods and bows his head.
apparently there was a dinner set in motion when the court found out you were coming home. no wonder everyone was rushing around when you first stepped in. your mother tells you that it’s a ‘welcome home’ banquet, and that you don’t need to worry about talking to anyone. she must have picked up on your change in energy when she mentioned the party. she leaves down the hall soon after, and both you and jungkook walk towards the car that was still unpacking your things.
you ask for the big, wrapped box that’s snug against the wall of the car, and the guard passes it to you. jungkook wastes no time and takes the box from you, placing it in the back of a carriage that he had waiting for you. “a horse-drawn carriage? really?” you laughed.
“what’s wrong with it?” he smiles. getting up first, straightening the seats out and making sure they were clean before he held his hand out for you to join him. “it’s a special ride for a special girl who’s finally back home.”
there were too many butterflies in your stomach. prince charming, he very much was. you roll your eyes playfully before stepping in and sitting down.
the ride is fulfilling. travelling through familiar towns and places that you know by heart. raemor is beautiful, it’s known as the kingdom of flowers. having the healthiest soil that almost any plant (especially flowers) can thrive in. sometimes you can’t believe you were granted the chance to live this life, that you have the privilege to enjoy the luxuries you have. you turn your head, glancing jungkook’s way. he too, is gazing at the familiar landscapes. a feeling of nostalgia washes over you.
before you knew it, the carriage was slowing down and entering the driveway of jungkook’s palace. if you say that you don’t gawk at it every time you visit, it’d be a lie. jungkook’s family had one of the prettiest palaces in all of raemor. tall, strong foundation that was littered with pretty flowers and gold fixtures. the inside was just as beautiful as well. paintings on the ceiling, arched doorways, endless halls of art and history. it had it all. maybe you were just biased; you did help them decorate a few parts of the palace.
jungkook told you during the carriage ride that his friends were somewhere in the palace. the two of you walk through the castle, maneuvering through halls and doorways to find them. when you hear the sound of voices overlapping, you feel your breath get caught in your throat. your stomach suddenly sinks.
somehow, you just realized that you hadn’t really met anyone outside of your family and close circle yet. you were terrified of what everyone else would think of you. there were many people that were incredibly negative about your trip away from raemor. there was a certain expectation for you when it came to the kingdom. you were the daughter of the king. you had to be perfect. there was no way for you to escape that. almost like you were bracing yourself, you gently grasp jungkook’s arm, trying to calm yourself down.
he turns at your touch, sensing your hesitance. “everything alright, princess?”
you try to give him a smile, but it comes off as a tight lipped nod. “i think it’s just plane fatigue or something— jet lag or whatever.” you laugh it off.
he places his hand over yours. “we don’t have to meet them right now— they’ll be at the dinner tonight.” he assures, “we can just sneak into my room, if you want?”
“sure,” you nod, “yeah— please.”
with your hand in his, jungkook leads you to his room. his new room, he also moved to a bigger room for his eighteenth birthday. it was huge. you see that they’ve allowed him to decorate it himself; adorned with modern fixtures along with some classic touches that seem so him. “how cool…” you think out loud.
“thanks,” he replies. a proud smile on his face. “make yourself at home, princess.” you move to sit at the chair of his desk. sitting straight and with almost perfect posture after placing the gift on his bed. he turns to you and lets out a little giggle when he sees the way you’re sitting. “you can sit here with me,” he suggests, before immediately backpedalling and adding, “if you want to, of course.”
how could you decline such an offer? so you stand and make your way to his bed. you look to him for reassurance before climbing on and he nods, another sign that it’s totally fine. you take your shoes off and pull yourself onto his bed, sitting on your knees as you urge him to open the present. “i think you’ll like it, it’ll go well with your big tv.” you point to the flatscreen that’s just in front of his bed.
“really?” he raises his eyebrows. carefully untying the bow and tearing at the wrapping paper, which he commented on, telling you it was a pretty choice. he opens the box to see another box in it, a stack of clothes, and an envelope.
he moves to pick up the letter first. you stop him quickly, placing your hand on top of his. “read this later, please, when i’m not in front of you.”
he smiles, “very well, princess.” picking up the stack of clothes inside, it was just a bunch of comfy clothes. jungkook always talks about how royal garb is uncomfortable and how he wishes that he had more comfy home clothes. so you kept that in mind when looking for his new gift. an array of sweats, sweaters, and jackets for him to wear on the daily to keep him comfortable. “you’ve been away for five years and you still know me better than anyone else.”
you roll your eyes despite the butterflies in your stomach acting up again. “only because i remember how you always complained about how your clothes were itchy.”
he gives you another smile, a sweet one that might keep you up tonight. you wonder if he would smile like that in between kisses. the thought makes you blush. “open this one now,” you urge, brushing the thoughts of kissing him aside and pointing to the other box.
inside the bigger box, was another box that was wrapped in more paper, which he took off to reveal a ps5. “no way! i was thinking about getting this the other day!” jungkook gushes.
“really? i saw it and thought of you.” you smiled.
“you’re the best, ___.” he sets the box down on his bed to give you a hug. a long one at that.
instinctively, you move a little closer, closing the gap between you both drastically. your chest pressed up against his and he pulls you even closer. “i missed you so much,” he admits. a whisper that catches you off guard.
“me— me too, jungkook.” you reciprocate the comment. there was tension. you felt it immensely. you’re not sure if jungkook could feel it too, but with how hard your heart is beating, you’re sure he can at least feel that.
he pulls away but still lingers close, his face far enough, but still too close for comfort. “i have a gift for you too, but compared to your gift, it’s almost silly.”
“oh, don’t be stupid,” you shake your head and laugh, trying to ease the tension of almost kissing your best friend. “i’ll love any gift from you.”
he scrunches his nose, “we’ll see about that.” he laughs before getting up from his spot and moving to his closet. he rustles around for a minute or so before coming back with a prettily wrapped box. you open it to reveal another box, and a letter.
opening the other box, you see that it’s a necklace, a beautiful necklace at that. jungkook told you to read the letter later, like how you did to him earlier. “i was supposed to get you eighteen different gifts, but when i found out i wasn’t going to be able to ship them to you, i decided to just get you one gift that was more meaningful and wait to give it to you myself.”
“it’s beautiful, jungkook, i adore it.” you hold it in your hands and admire the bright jewels and the dainty chains. it was gorgeous, your style entirely. there were small diamonds embedded in the chain, dangling chain pieces with gems that were a little bigger attached to the bottom. it was perfect.
“you do?” he smiles, looking at you through the mirror. “it’s custom made, from jewels from both your family’s vault and mine.”
you gasp, “they let you do that?”
he nods, “anything for you.”
there’s a brief silence between you both. he lets you admire it in the quiet, waiting for you to say something before he gushes about how excited he was to get this for you because he knows you’d look so beautiful in it.
“can you help me put it on?” you ask, holding the necklace up to him. a smile on your face that is unsuspecting of any of the thoughts running through jungkook’s mind right now. you’re just so pretty, and he can’t believe you’re here right now. after dreaming of meeting you again, there are too many thoughts running through his mind.
his eyes flicker down to your exposed collarbones, he just realized how you’ve matured, how your body has matured. suddenly, his face feels too hot. he shakes the thoughts out of his head. gulping, he swallows the temptation. “sure,” nodding as he takes the piece from your hands. “let’s go in front of the mirror,” he suggests, leading you to his huge body length mirror near his desk.
you stand in front of him, holding your hair up as he places the necklace over your throat. you could feel yourself holding your breath, scared that he’ll realize how the thought of him putting a necklace on you is turning you on. it sounds so simple, helping someone put a necklace on. but there’s intimacy tied in the small touches and the brief glances to one another.
the clasp is secured and you let your hair down. jungkook fixes it, bringing all of your hair behind your shoulders and behind your ears. the necklace beautifully laid against your neck and chest. “it’s gorgeous, jungkook,” you smile.
“really? you’re not just saying that, right?” he asks, looking at you and making eye contact through the mirror. you nod, your eyes flickering between his gaze and the piece of jewelry on your neck.
“of course not,” you roll your eyes playfully. “you’ve got great taste.” you compliment, staring at the necklace once more.
jungkook bites his lip before he steps a little closer. thinking over what he’s about to do. fuck it, he tells himself. bringing an arm around you as if he were going to hug you, instead, he points to your necklace. “well— these tiny diamonds here,” he gently taps the jewels embedded in the chain and comes close to your ear. his front making contact with your back. a shiver runs down your spine as he explains, “they’re from my great grandmother’s wedding bracelet.”
you try to withhold any noises your mouth would produce by biting your lip, keeping the whines and shaky breaths in. “and these,” his hand moves down to the dangling gems, dangerously close to the tops of your breasts. “are gems from your grandmother’s wedding tiara.”
he takes one of the gems in between his fingers, lifting it slightly to show you in the mirror. “it— they're beautiful, jungkook.” you stare straight to the mirror, your eyes follow his hands carefully. he lets go of the gem and lets his hands fall to his sides. the breath you were holding is released in relief of the tension. “thank you, i love it.” you smile, turning your head to face him only to see that he hasn’t backed up. you almost make contact with his cheek before you let out a quiet gasp.
the two of you stay like that for a while. staring at each other. you could cut the tension with a knife. it looked like jungkook was about to lean in for a kiss before a knock on the door startled the both of you, making you both jolt away from each other.
“jungkook? we are leaving for the princess’ dinner now, don’t be late!” the sound of his mother’s voice sounds through the door.
“well,” you laugh. like you and your best friend of your entire life didn’t just have a moment for the second time today.
“we better get going,” he smiles.
“welcome home, princess ___!” the announcer speaks, holding your hand as you curtsy at the front of the dining room. the entire party cheers and he begins leading you to your spot at the table with your family. jungkook stands and helps you sit down, pulling the chair out for you. when you sit down, you fix your dress, smoothing out the outrageous amount of tulle that encases your bottom half. your mother rushed you into your room once you and jungkook returned to the castle. she laid out this beautiful, big, blue tulle dress for you to wear for your welcome back dinner. it seemed like a lot, but sometimes you forget you’re the crown princess of an entire kingdom. if you think about it, your mother really held back.
the party was beautiful as well. the ballroom was decorated intricately with strings of flowers hung along the walls, the tables were adorned with extravagant centerpieces, you were surprised you didn’t see this set up earlier. perhaps you were too busy creating incredibly intense sexual tension with your best friend.
round tables are set up all around the dining room floor, while one long square table is placed at the front of the room; where you, jungkook, your mother, father, and other members of the royal court were sitting.
the dinner happened to be a five-course meal, and like you worried before, you’d completely forgotten the etiquette of meals like this. you grabbed the wrong spoon when you were eating your soup, jungkook gave you the right one. then once you were finished with the main dish, your utensils weren’t in the right position to tell the waiter you were finished. so jungkook adjusted the knife and fork for you. soon after, someone came to pick up your plate.
“i can’t believe i forgot how to eat.” you laugh, hiding your face behind your hands.
“it’s old-fashioned anyway,” jungkook comforts you with a smile. “you’ll get the hang of it soon.”
the tables talk amongst themselves, beginning to wrap up the meal while getting ready for the dancing and drinking bit. you sit back in your seat, awaiting your next instructions when you feel your phone ring in your bag. you check to see that jimin texted you, it was an article about your coming back party. already? goodness. the press is quick.
“___, phones away at the table.” your father reminds you when he spots you with the device in your hand. you give him a quick apology as you place the phone face down on your lap, the sea of tulle swallowing the gadget. again, you sit back in your chair and try to focus your attention elsewhere. trying your best to ignore the buzzing in your dress, begging you to check your notifications.
“are you bored?” jungkook questions, watching as your attention turns to the people on the dance floor. you give him a small smile, shaking your head. “are you sure? do you want to dance—“
“your highness!” a man comes from behind jungkook and wraps an arm around his neck playfully. you flinch at first before more men come up. all of them messing with jungkook somehow, the taller man with the dark hair plays with his hair, another pinching his cheeks.
“god— you guys cause chaos everywhere you walk.” jungkook pushes the man’s arm off of him, a smile on his face as he shakes his head. jungkook stands up, fixing his hair and bowing to you. “apologies, your majesty,” he says to you, “these are my friends.”
“oh— oh shit, it’s the princess.” they all fix their posture, standing straight once the curly haired boy makes the realization. you also stand from your seat, greeting them with a curtsy.
“have you not been paying attention the entire dinner?” jungkook ruffles his hair. he introduces them to you one by one. the curly haired one, you learn, is taehyung; the son of the duke of naterra. another is yugyeom, chaeyoung’s brother, making him the son of the earl of ishaven. then the last one is eunwoo, son of the viscount of gotia.
all of you talk for a little bit and you’re able to get a sense of how their friendship group is. they’re funny, never not joking and having fun. you’ve known of them since you were kids but you’d never really took the time to get to know them very well, and jungkook told you that they all had gotten closer after you left.
it seems you’ve missed a lot. there’s a bittersweet feeling attached to knowing that. understanding that you love the memories you made in the city, and that you wouldn’t trade them for the world. but then realizing that the world didn’t stop when you left. everyone’s a little older, people have new friends, some are married now, a lot has changed. but you hope you won’t focus on what you missed and what you could have done, rather on what you can do now that you’re here, and what relationships you can help grow.
“it’s nice to finally meet you all, i am glad jungkook has such fun friends.” you smile. jungkook stands beside you, looking at you with so much awe. his friends take notice, giving each other a look; a funny one.
“we’re happy that you’re home safe.” eunwoo speaks first, a bright smile on his face. “it’s nice to see you again, princess.”
“you were missed, princess! especially by jungkook, he talked about you all the time—” yugyeom starts before jungkook lets out a loud cough, so obviously cutting his friend’s statement short. you giggle in response. he’s so cute.
“you are more beautiful than i remember,” taehyung compliments. you give him a smile, thanking him. “do you want to dance?” he asks, holding his hand out for you to take.
“oh—!” you look at jungkook first before taking his hand, “didn’t you want to dance?” you ask him, remembering his request earlier before his friends came up.
jungkook’s eyes flicker between you and taehyung, mouth slightly ajar as he thinks of a reply. “n-no! it’s alright—”
“you don’t want to dance with me?” you look up to him and furrow your eyebrows, a playful tone in your voice to assure him that you were just kidding.
“wait, i do—! it’s— you can— uh— you can dance with taehyung first— if you want, of course.” jungkook stumbles over his words terribly. his face turning a bright pink when he realizes that he completely embarrassed himself in front of you. his friends let out a little snicker while you give him a comforting smile.
“you better be ready to dance when i come back!” you wiggle your finger to him as you take taehyung’s hand.
he watches from afar as the two of you waltz every corner of the ballroom, a few spins and dips every now and then. the tinge of pink on his face starts to wear off after a few minutes.
hearing the sound of your laughter and seeing you have fun was surreal to him. a part of him still can’t believe that you’re back. despite hugging you, talking to you, being with you for almost this whole day. you just are… unreal.
“dude, you are so whipped.” yugyeom throws his arm over jungkook’s shoulders, breaking him out of his trance. the remark makes him laugh a bit. there was no need to deny it— he was right. “do you think she’ll take you as a husband?”
he shrugs. the familiar feeling of guilt sinking into his stomach once again. he watches as you glide around the dance floor in taehyung’s arms, a bright smile on your face, the sound of your laughter filling the room along with the music playing; it’s all he can hear— all he wants to hear in this noisy room. you’re so happy.
he wonders how it’ll all change once you find out.
jungkook understands the inevitable. the drama that will arise once the truth is out. he can only hope that you won’t hate him when the time comes, and that you’ll be happy when you hear it.
so for now, he wishes and wishes. “i’ll be whatever she wants me to be.”
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