By Your Side
Genre: Angst; Modern Royalty!AU
Pairing: Reader X Park Jinyoung
Word Count: Almost 1K
Drabble Game Prompts: It was a compelling and convincing argument and for that reason she chose to ignore it. + “You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
Your idea of a ‘party’ always seemed to conflict with the generally agreed upon definition. Whereas you thought that parties should be sophisticated and elegant gatherings of people over cupcakes, your friends were more inclined to call the activity of grinding on drunk people in a dark, stinky room a party.
Of course, once in a while you were inclined to attend these ‘parties’, if not just to meet new people, then at least to let loose and get smashed every now and then. Yet, somehow, attending a huge frat party on a Thursday evening did not seem like a smart idea. Especially when you knew you had class to deal with tomorrow morning.
Your friend, of course, didn’t listen when you listed the reasons why you refused to attend one her ‘parties’; it was a compelling and convincing argument, and for that reason, she chose to ignore it.
“But,” She protested hotly, eyes wide, “I heard Park Jinyoung’s going to be there!”
“As in, the King?!” You did a double-take, gaping at her, “No way!”
“No, not the King,” She dismissed, making you sigh in relief, “I’m talking about the Prince!”
“Wait, what.” The words left your mouth unbidden, as visages of the Prince flashed through your head, all too perfect to be retained for too long, “No way.”
“Yes.” She hissed impatiently, “So will you come along or not?”
“No.” You brushed away those images in your head, unwilling to deal with it, “I don’t want to deal with pompous assholes anyway.”
“Y/N!” Your friend cried in exasperation, “Listen here, you might not care about any of this, but if you knew why I was trying so hard to drag you there, you’d probably come along in a heartbeat.”
“I sincerely doubt it.” You said, tone entirely too sincere to be real, “Please leave.”
“Just come!” She grabbed onto your wrist, eyes pleading, “Just for five minutes, please!”
“Okay, now let go of me!” You responded, annoyance coursing through you, along with a hint of surprise. What was so important that she needed you to go so desperately?
“But I’m not wearing…that.” You added, gesturing at the pieces of fabric lying on the bed, “Not a chance.”
You should have realized, of course, how big a mistake you’d made by agreeing to her demands. The venue was an elaborate mansion that towered almost threateningly over you; as expected, people were stumbling around outside, collapsing into a fit of giggles or sobs, depending on who you were talking about.
You shivered slightly as you began to walk forward, hands coming up to rub at your arms. Despite wearing your warmest dress, the cold still nipped at you, making your teeth chatter lightly. Your friend was also nowhere to be seen, much to your exasperation, and you had just taken out your phone to call her when you felt the velvety drape of cloth over your eyes.
“W-what—” You stuttered, the loss of sight making you panic for a dizzying few seconds, until a voice answered you.
“Please do not panic,” A rough, accented voice spoke, “Prince Jinyoung wishes to speak with you.”
As you took steps in the dark, you were forced to recall times from before, when the two of you had been ignorant and naïve. Those days were long gone, of course; the news of the two of you dating had reached the wrong ears and, carrying out his ‘princely’ duty, Jinyoung gave you up.
You never really forgave him for that, even though some part of you understood.
“Y/N,” You startled when you felt familiar hands take yours, and flashes in your mind brightened the darkness; stories of another time, a tale that was too good to be true, “It’s been so long.”
You already knew he was standing there, even before the blindfold was removed; dark eyes smiling, as always (even when he shattered hearts), pretty pink lips curved into a kittenish smile (so deceiving) and warm hands (to push people away).
“What do you want?” You asked tersely, unwilling to deal with him, “I don’t have time for this.”
Jinyoung looked past you, before sharply nodding at someone behind you—the guard, you realized—who likely escorted you there. You figured it was a signal to get him to leave; a hunch that was proven correct when you heard the receding footsteps. Your gaze didn’t shift from his form, however.
“Look, Y/N,” He sighed, more forlorn than you’d ever seen him before, “I’m sorry.”
“That apology was way too late, Jinyoung,” You snapped, “I mean, Prince Jinyoung.”
His eyes looked pained, and he bit his lip.
“Y/N, you know that I wasn’t trying to deceive you, I just…” He stopped, raking in a deep breath, “I just wanted to fix things.”
“Well, you can’t!” You yelled, anger thrumming through your veins, “You can’t fix anything! You can’t fix me!”
“Please give me another chance!” He pleaded and, to an outsider, the sight would have looked strange; the esteemed prince begging from a commoner?
“No,” You bit out, “You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
“Look, even if I hypothetically give you ‘another chance’,” You argued, pushing your hair back, “What are the chances that this won’t fail again?”
“I spoke to my mother about this,” He said earnestly, eyes sincere, and that was the tipping point, “I’ll never leave you again, Y/N.”
“No, you’re lying,” The tears start marking their course, trailing down your cheeks and getting whipped away by the icy wind, “This isn’t real, I thought…I thought you’d never come back!”
“It is,” Warmth surrounded as arms wrapped themselves around you, and you were tugged into a familiar embrace that hurt so good, “I’m here now.”
Written By: Admin Midnight