Wow. You did look good.

Nara had helped you with your makeup and hair, making your face as gorgeous as your dress. You didn't even look half this good for prom.

This was the first time you felt like a princess since you had been here.

Nara smiled at you, glowing in her long red and white velvet dress. You hoped Jimin would at least say something nice to her. You hated seeing her so sad all the time because of him.

Why were they getting married anyways?

"Ready?" she asked.

"To be Jungkook's date?" you replied. "No."

She giggled. "He'll take good care of you. He's been nothing but nice to me."

"Yeah. Let me know how you get him to do that."

As you and Nara left your room to head towards the party, you crossed paths with a gentleman wearing a gray patterned silk shirt with a black coat and pants. A single earring glistened from each ear. You almost didn't recognize him.

"Yoongi?" you asked.

He gave you his usual charming smirk."Good evening, ladies."

"Thanks again for playing for us tonight, Yoongi." Nara said. "You play so wonderfully!"

He nodded to acknowledge the compliment. "It's my pleasure, as always. Your escorts are probably waiting for you. I'll see you in a few minutes."

You both nodded at him and started to walk away. Before you could step away, Yoongi grabbed you by the arm and pulled you close to his side.

"If you get tired of Jungkook," he whispered into your ear, "come find me."

Your face flushed. He only grinned and walked away.

Jungkook and Jimin were both waiting together at the garden entrance. They hadn't killed each other yet? They must have not been standing there long enough.

They were both good looking on a daily basis, but now they were dressed to impress. Jimin had a flowered black and white button up shirt under a black jacket, accompanied by black pants. Jungkook had on a black jacket as well, but his was more velvety. His white ruffled shirt with a red collar complimented his pants, which were black with a red stripe running down the sides.

The gardens were also extravagant. Blossoming roses, glowing paper lanterns, tables full of food and drink. The stage had a couple dozen people on it all ready, and a few dozen more were at the tables.

"Who are all these people?" you asked, approaching the boys.

Jimin shrugged. "Friends, family, political relations I keep for appearances."

Nara nudged him. "The last part isn't true. I made sure to invite only the people that truly care about you."

He paused to look at her, letting a small smirk flash across his face.

Good. you thought. Now, tell her she looks beautiful...

Jimin looked at you, his eyes wandering from head to toe. "You did a great job, Nara. [Y/N] looks like a real princess now. Very pretty."

He smiled at you.

No, stupid. Compliment her, not me.

"Nara has very good style,"Jungkook said. "She always looks beautiful."

Okay, guys, you have this backwards...

Before you could say anything, your attention was taken by a group of people laughing beside you. You turned to see Namjoon in a crowd of people, sipping champagne and having a good time. Wow. He didn't look bad either. He had a white satin v-neck, with a black vest and slacks. The plain black choker around his neck was a bit bold, but it was attractive for reasons you couldn't explain.

Still laughing, he turned his eyes away from the crowd and towards you. He paused. You turned away. You still felt bad for the other day in the library, and couldn't bring yourself to face him.

Jungkook's arm came into your sight. You looked up at him.

"Shall we?" he asked, grinning.

You still didn't know what his game was, and you didn't entirely trust him. But his arm was inviting. You  took it. His bicep was strong and warm.

Jimin offered the same to Nara, and the four of you walked into the gardens to mingle.

It was a long night, and somewhat overwhelming, but it was actually kind of fun. Jungkook introduced you to other royal members, CEOs, international celebrities, and world travelers. You half expected him to introduce you as "the princess in training" or something teasing, but he was oddly...sweet?

"This is [Y/N]," Jungkook said, introducing you to an older gentleman in a decorated uniform and a woman in a runway worthy off shoulder gold gown. "She's our guest for the Summer."

They nodded to you. "How did you meet?"

"Not well, really." Jungkook replied, laughing. "I've been torturing her ever since she got here."

They gave a quick look of shock, then chuckled. 

"How can you torture such a beautiful young lady?" the man said. "Jungkook, I'm surprised at you."

"I'm not surprised at all." the woman said. "A boy is incredibly obnoxious when he likes a girl. Heaven knows you were."

She patted her date lovingly on the shoulder. His cheeks puffed as he smiled 

"I hope she's as forgiving as you are," Jungkook said to the woman, patting your hand that was still resting on his arm. He looked down at you. "I think she's beginning to grow on me."

You turned your head away. He didn't mean that. 

Did he?