My Prince 《Completed 》

Chapter 20: Love Is Not Over

On Monday we spent the morning with Queen Jeon taste testing and approving a menu for the party. It was easily the best task we'd been given so far. That afternoon, however, Sana was missing from the ladies' Room for a few hours. When she returned around four, she announced to us all,

"Jungkook sends his love."

On Tuesday afternoon we greeted extended members of the royal family who were coming to town for the festivities. But that morning we all watched out the window as Jungkook gave Tzuyu an archery lesson in the gardens. Meals were full of guests who had come to stay early, but Jungkook was often missing, as well as Sohyun and Yoojung. I felt more and more embarrassed. I'd made a mistake by confessing my feelings to Jungkook. For all his talk, he couldn't really be interested in me if his first instinct was to spend time with everyone else. I'd all but lost hope by Friday when I found myself sitting at the piano in my room after the Exclusive, wishing that Jungkook would come.

He didn't.

I tried to put it out of my mind on Saturday, as we yet again have another dance rehearsal in the afternoon. Okay, I knew how to do like hip-hop dances and like b-boying, but slow dances is not my thing. At least I wasn't the worst. Yeri was struggling a little bit. Obnoxiously enough, Sana was the epitome of gracefulness. More than once the instructors asked her to help others in the room, the result of which was Yeri nearly twisting her ankle because of Sana's intentionally poor guidance.Smooth as a snake, Sana faulted Yeri's two left feet for her problems. The teachers believed her, and Yeri laughed it all off. I admired Yeri for not letting Sana get to her.

Jimin had been there for all the lessons. The first few times I avoided him, not really sure I wanted to interact with him. I heard rumors that the guards were switching schedules so fast it was dizzying. Some wanted to go to the party desperately while others had girls back home and would be in huge trouble if they were seen dancing with someone else, especially since five of us would be eligible again soon and in very high demand.But seeing as this was our last formal rehearsal when Jimin was near enough to offer me a dance, I didn't turn him down.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "You've seemed down the last few times I've seen you."

"Just tired," I lied. I couldn't talk to him about boy problems.

"Really?" he asked doubtfully. "I was sure that it meant bad news was coming."

"What do you mean?" Did he know something I didn't?

He sighed. "If you're preparing to tell me that I need to stop fighting for you, that's not a conversation I want to have."

In truth, I hadn't even thought about Jimin in the last week or so. I was so consumed by my mistimed words and mistaken guesses, I couldn't consider anything else. And here, while I'd been worried about Jungkook letting me go, Jimin had been worrying about me doing the same to him.

"That's not what it is," I answered vaguely, feeling guilty.

He nodded, satisfied with that response for now.

"Ouch!"

"Oops!" I said. I genuinely hadn't meant to step on him. I worked to focus a little more on the dancing.

"I'm sorry, Hwa, but you're terrible." He was chuckling even though the heel of my shoe had to have hurt him.

"I know, I know," I said breathlessly. "I'm trying, I swear! I can do back and front flips, I can fucken krump but I can't slow dance!"

Jimin, kindly, did his best to make me look good, attempting to be a little less on the beat to be in time with me. That was so typical of him, always trying to be my hero.By the end of that last lesson, I at least knew all the steps. I'm happy that I at least looked good. , I realized it was no wonder Jungkook was having second thoughts. I'd be an embarrassment to take as his wife. I sighed and went to get a cup of water. Jimin followed me while the rest of the girls left.