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"Absolutely not."

Jeon Jungkook's words earned him sounds of disapproval in return, along with a snigger which came from his brother. He maintained a neutral expression of sheer disinterest, whilst letting out a bored yawn.

"Can I go now?" he asked impatiently, cocking his brow up as he glanced over at his parents. "No one's interesting me, and no one ever will."

The King and Queen exchanged annoyed looks between the two of them, before the Prince's father strode over towards him, pointing a threatening finger in front of his son's face.

"Listen here," he started, his fierce gaze burning holes into the younger's face. "Reject someone one more time, and you'll have another thing coming."

The threats no longer fazed Jungkook. In fact, internally they made him laugh. His parents seemed so adamant on getting him married, despite the Prince wanting anything but to be tied down to one specific person. The prospect of marriage caused him to feel intense repulsion, and he refrained from understanding why the King and Queen wished to see him putting a ring on a girl's finger.

"I fail to see how this affects you in any way, Father," Jungkook retorted back, standing up from the chair. "I'm not the only son you have. Yoongi's far more romantic than I am," he continued, sharing a side glance towards his brother, an evident smirk on his face.

Yoongi pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing far too well what his brother was referring to. Instead, the elder politely walked over to his Father, bowing his head slightly.

"With your permission," he murmured, staring into the King's face plainly. "I'll knock some sense into my little brother. Excuse us."

The King glared at his two sons in exasperation, shaking his head at the pair of them before waving them off, wanting nothing more than to be free from their company. He'd had enough of them for a day. Especially Jungkook.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at his younger brother as the two departed the room, closing the door of the court room once they'd both stepped out and were completely out of earshot from their parents.

"You little pig," he spat out, smacking the side of Jungkook's head lightly. "Do you enjoy stressing everyone out around you, huh?"

Jungkook let out an amused laugh, as the pair strolled out into the courtyard. "Imagine if Father knew you were infatuated with my servant. And to think you're his favourite son."

"What can I say? Jimin's pretty," Yoongi said, shrugging nonchalantly. "Thank you for reminding me anyhow. I'd rather surround myself in his company than yours."

The elder stabbed his finger against Jungkook's chest, rolling his eyes at his brother's stubbornness. "You can delay it as long as you want, but at some point you know what'll happen. Father's about to force you to marry someone whether you like it or not."

Yoongi walked off, leaving Jungkook out in the courtyard: alone. He sighed to himself, skimming his fingers briefly through his black strands of hair. Pondering over his brother's words, he silently admitted to himself that he knew Yoongi was right. The Prince could feel himself experiencing a wave of nausea each time he pictured one of the girls the King brought in next to him for the rest of his life. He knew what he wanted in life. He wished to spend the rest of his years single. There was no appeal to marriage, and nor would there ever be.

Scanning his eyes across the courtyard, Jungkook noticed a familiar figure running up to him, as his own servant bowed hurriedly to the Prince.

"Sir," Park Jimin mumbled, his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red. "Have you seen Yoongi anywhere? I've got to give him something and I can't seem to-"

Jungkook hummed in agreement, cutting him off abruptly."He went over looking for you a minute ago. Over there," the Prince replied, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched Jimin follow the direction he pointed in. "Oh and listen here," he suddenly called out, turning over to face the boy, who'd began pacing into the palace at a quicker speed. "You'd better not let your infatuation with my brother affect the duties you have towards me," the man warned, his brows raised. "You're lucky I'm keeping my mouth shut as it is."

Jimin nodded sheepishly, his face flushing an even darker shade of blood-red. "I'm sorry. I haven't let it get in the way of anything, and I really do appreciate that you-" the boy started, before he halted his words mid-sentence at the sight of Jungkook holding his hand up to silence the servant for a second time.

"Whatever. You can go now," he informed impatiently, turning back around to face the luxurious courtyard.

Jeon Jungkook always felt out of place amongst the palace. He knew he wasn't born to be a royal. He envied those who could do whatever they please, without needing to fulfil any responsibilities. Ever since he was born, Jungkook had been expected to live up to the idealised image his Father configured of the 'perfect royal,' hence why he was now being forced to wed a Princess.

Jungkook was known to be the most ignorant Prince of South Korea, although it wasn't as if he loathed the reputation he had. He preferred it to the preposterous idea of being remembered as a romantic individual, who has absolutely no control over his own life.

Besides, the boy had witnessed how much love changed a person, and he despised it. He'd noticed the way his own brother completely altered after meeting Park Jimin. From the moody, sullen boy whom Jungkook grew up with, Yoongi morphed into the polar opposite: he was now far more outgoing, lively and carefree.

Jungkook thought it was rather disgusting.

The Prince swore to himself he'd never allow his parents to wed him off to a Princess. He swore he'd never allow himself to fall in love. No matter how often his parents lectured him about marriage, he'd continue wilfully shunning every single girl who walked through the door, until the King finally decided Yoongi to be the one who'd take over the throne in a few years time.

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