Prince | k.th

SAID LITTLE BITCH CANT FUCK WITH ME IF YOU WANTED TO, THESE EXPENSIVE THESE IS RED-

my alarm indicating the morning has come and it was all a dream, it has been a while since i could remember an entire dream, a well detailed one too. the song by Cardi B always made me look forward to the day.

the dream had been true to myself in real life, i go to a school known for it's many wealthy students, i got a scholarship, i sleep in first and last period class and lunch. the top 6 students had appeared and that was a first. maybe because i am studying for the exam coming up. but the prince in my dreams? that was new.

i'm fascinated by dreams, i had read "The Interpretation of Dreams" by Sigmund Freud, stating dreams are just the brain unconsciously revealing one's wishes or desires. although he also talked about dreams lead to sexual desires which i was not into. but if i had dreamt of the prince, was i wishing for him? but i've only seen him on TV.

i know i dreamt about school because i'm always there, i'm always studying, so no doubt my mind feels the need to go back as soon as possible as if my body is here but my mind somewhere else.

rolling out of my bed, combing through my short hair, brushing my teeth, the usual day will repeat itself and putting on my uniform i took the bus to school knowing i'd get looks because i never took a car to school. not all of us were born with a gold spoon in our mouth.

getting further away to the bus i take one last look at the house behind me.

the black spike gates look more ominous as the sky is cloudy. the stone walls look gray and lonely. windows tinted, as if the four story building was looking down at me sadly. my guardians are never home as they're always out of country, probably avoiding the girl they took into their house years ago.

that lonely mansion, that was right in the middle of the city and the countryside. belonging to neither side, is my foster home.

trumpets began bellowing down the hallways and into the classrooms. the sound almost woke me from my first period nap session. i stayed in my spot, knowing the sound indicated a royal visit.

WAIT. ROYAL VISIT?

i open my eyes and see everyone has left the class and voices are collectively increasing outside. screams are heard from girls. my teacher the only one remained that's still sitting at her desk. she notices i'm awake and starts laughing.

"you really can sleep through an earthquake ms. y/n"

"i have actually" i say blankly.

"don't you want to see what all the commotion is about?" my teacher asks.

"hmm... be squished between kids as they try to see a royal come into the school? i'd rather not, plus a royal has destroyed my precious sleep." i say smiling.

"that's why you're my favorite, i think no one is returning. (she gets up and closes the door, the noises muffling) shall we do something?"

"since i am awake, why not?" i make my way to her desk. this time my teacher is teaching me something i don't know.

"i know you're ahead of everyone in this class, but now that we're alone i can teach you other things about psychology." my teacher begins to take out her Ph.D level textbook, it's far too complicated for an 18 year old. but not for me.

the age old question i've always had. why do teens think they are invincible? as if their actions will not be noticed by the universe and karma will come their way. drinking while driving, sex without protection, overdosing, these selfish actions made me question my peers who i see as they- no. they don't rip each other apart, rather they rip themselves apart.

bullying is nothing new in this school.

with my headphones in and "The Interpretation of Dreams" in my right hand as i make my way to the lunchroom. the usual tablecloth lunch tables with a chandelier placed above the thirty individual large tables with their own ten seats. no one uses the table in the corner, it's smaller to fit only four people, there's no chandelier but rather a cute pastel pink lamp i had purchased and no one ever touched it.

i look up briefly to make sure i don't run into anyone only to see the prince staring at me. he's sitting with the top 6 students. i glance backwards to find security guards by the entrance, no doubt they're his own. he's still staring at but i have an expressionless face. i notice how the boys try to get the prince's attention. this staring contest is making me uncomfortable so i bow ninety degrees, lowering my eyes as well, he is royalty and i have to show respect.

i made my lunch today because i couldn't afford to pay the lunch in school, i mean why would i buy a three course meal for $100? i don't like taking money from my guardians. so i just made a ham, egg, bacon sandwich and salad. oh and cucumbers, i really like cucumbers, just the crunch is really satisfy-

"excuse me" a deep voice says behind me.

i look up and see the prince as he took a seat in front of me. my back is facing to the rest of the lunchroom so i don't have to see their faces. but i don't dare to turn around and see if anyone's staring afraid it will come out as rude. so i attentively wait for his next move. the events of my dream flashed through my mind and i'm still shaken up as this is real life and the prince is in front of me, studying my unchanging expression.

"are you not surprised, that i, the prince, have attempted to grab your attention ms. y/n? but call me taehyung" he smirks.

"and why is that your highness?" i say blankly.

"w-well... i don't really know" he trails off. his plan not really going to plan. taehyung thought y/n was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. but now he realizes i don't squeal or blush in his presence, he figures i have some kind of pride. the thought made him smirk.

i know he's royalty but in my eyes he looks like another student and another human being, so will treat him as such. and my eyes started feeling heavy indicating it's nap time. but how do you tell a royal to leave you alone?

i hear the top 6 call out to the prince, but he remains in his seat and holds up his hand and the shouting stops, however, all the talking in the lunchroom stops. i look at the prince in amusement as he's flustered that even a wave of his hand could silence a room.

i had to admit he's gorgeous but it wasn't like i will throw himself at him just because of his looks. i don't really care for appearance, i'm that person that doesn't care if it's a girl or a boy, as long as i feel a connection built upon a love. i saw no wrong in that. i hadn't realized how long the prince had been in front of me.

"speak" his tone desperate and i'm taken back by it.

"i am sorry your highness, it's just, i am not a talker. (i glance at my watch only thirty minutes left till lunch ends, i had wasted thirty minutes of nap time) i am tired and would like to nap now..." i try to sound as polite as possible.

but he slams his head on the table making me startled and suddenly i wasn't sleepy anymore.

"i demand you to give your attention to the prince, (he points at himself) that is an order!"

"o-oh okay i-i'm sorry your highness" i lower my eyes. i'm scared of him now and i guess he notices as he speaks more softly and with a smile.

"good i am more important than sleep!" he boasts.

"yes of course" i say politely my wave of sleepiness kicking in. my precious sleep, i miss you already.