Friday came and went. The day was marginally boring. 

Kai left after the first class, saying he had to attend something to do with his fathers business. He had been doing that often lately, and I’m not going to lie when I say it was worrying me. 

Was his father okay? And the expression he always seemed to be wearing recently. It was so sad. It sent shivers down my spine. 

Because he left so early I spent lunch with Tao, Chanyeol, Chen and Sehun. That’s right. Sehun. Had it been awkward? I wasn’t so sure. It didn’t seem to be awkward for the prince as we didn’t speak much. Infact he seemed relaxed around his friends. He was genuinely laughing and smiling and joking around. Of course it was also funny to see his expression when Chanyeol would wrap his arm around my shoulders or Tao would give me food and compliment my outfit. You could say he almost seemed jealous. The mischievous look in the two boys eyes made me think they were purposely winding Sehun up, and of course I played along.

Anything to wind Sehun up, like he often did to me.

As for me? Did I find it awkward? I did at first. Why wouldn’t I? 

The bipolar, phoney prince was sitting right opposite to me. However we didn’t speak to each other directly much. I felt that if we did then someone would have been killed that lunch, most likely Sehun by me. We didn’t seem to be able to have a normal conversation without insulting each other or arguing. However Chanyeol and Tao had quickly made me feel relaxed, and so I enjoyed lunch and managed to endure the last class without Kai.

It was Saturday and I was wrapping a scarf around my neck, looking for my Doc Martins in the large shoe cupboard at the entrance.

“Where are you going?” An annoying voice asked. 

I forgot to mention. 

Last night I had spent a good half hour yelling at Sehun for using my Korean name before locking my self in the spare bedroom and watching K dramas all night (I refuse to call it my room. Or call this my/our home). Of course he wore that annoying smirk. I swear he got a thrill out of getting me mad. 

He won’t be laughing or smirking when he’s dead.

“Out” I answered bluntly, refusing to look at him.

“Out where?” he asked. Nosy prince.

“Shopping” I said, throwing his trainers and shoes aside as I looked for my own.

He scoffed at my answer. That made me look up. Oh great, was he going to mock my activities now as well?

I couldn’t help but be taken aback slightly by how good he actually looked this morning/afternoon. Since when did he clean up so nicely? Was he too going out? He wore some simple dark jeans and black vans, as well as a light blue, black collared polo (the brand) shirt. He was dressed smartly, but honestly his face made me slightly surprised. I had admitted before that he was good looking, but today he looked exceptionally good with his light hair done up to be messy yet neat.

“Shopping? You? I would never have thought you were the girly girl” he teased, smirking some more. Despite how good he looked, that ugly smirked washed it all away. Actually to be truthful he looked quite y with that smirk and…wait what was I thinking?
No he doesn’t Jessica. 

No. he. Does. Not. 

He’s an annoying phoney who you hate and find ugly because you hate him, right? I looked away before my thoughts got anymore absurd.

“I don’t have to be girly to go shopping” I said. Where were those shoes?!

“Are you sure?” he said mockingly. Can’t he just go away already? He didn’t usually bug me for so long. Frustrated I paused my search for those beautiful shoes to glare at him.

“Why? Shall I not buy clothes. Would you rather me walk around ?” I snapped. Instantly I wanted to take back what I had just said but it was too late. 

It was silent for a couple of seconds. I could feel my cheeks heat up. Sehun too looked a little bit shocked, or embarrassed? His ears went red slightly but that dumb smirk returned. “Would that be so bad?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking wider. I knew he was just teasing me but his comment still made my cheeks feel like they were on fire.

“Yah you ert!” I yelled, smacking his arm and pushing him away. He chuckled for a short while. I hissed at him in frustration and went back to searching for my shoes. I refused to wear anything else. And plus it was forecasted to rain today. Those boots were the best for the rain!

“Are you looking for these?” Sehun suddenly asked. I jumped at the sound of his voice. I had thought, or hoped, that he had gone away already.

In his hand were my black shiny Doc Martins. My jaw dropped open slightly. Why did he have those? How had he even gotten hold of them? And had he really just let me search for ages for them whilst he had them the entire time?! That jerk, he was so dead.

“Yah, give me them back” I said through gritted teeth, staring at the shoes in his hand.

His smirk grew and I knew he was up to no good. He lifted up him arm high and waved those shoes about in the air. 

“Yah, don’t you dare drop them!” I warned him, staring in genuine worry for my babies. How could he?

There was a glint in his eye when he said, “if you want them so much, come get them.” He waved them about in the air some more and pretended to drop them.

I gasped. My worry for those shoes was sincere. I loved them like a mother would love her newborn child. And I could almost hear their desperate plea’s for me to save them from that evil, phoney, annoying prince.

“Sehun, give me them back” I said in a monotone voice, watching him warily. He smirked in amusement and took a short step closer. “Didn’t I say to get them?” he teased.

I gritted my teeth, stood up straight and approached him, raising my arm to catch the shoes. Now I wasn’t very tall, but Sehun sort of was. I felt like this was his way of teasing me about my height. I wasn’t tiny, but let’s just say I was slightly under the average height, whilst Sehun was slightly over it. How unfair was that?

I jumped, but only managed to brush the bottom of the shoes with my finger tips. Sehun chuckled. “I’ll give you them, if I can go shopping with you” he said mischievously. 

For a second I looked at him suspiciously. Why would he want to go shopping with me? And then I glared at him. No way was he coming with me just so he could annoy and frustrate me all day. “Not a chance” I spat at him, jumping for the shoes again. He sighed and raised them higher up into the air. I looked at him in horror. 
“Very well” he mumbled, smirking.

“Yah, give me them back or else” I warned, glaring at him with true hate. If anything happened to those shoes then he was already six feet underground.

“Or else what?” he muttered, leaning closer so we were eye level. My breath hitched in my chest as I smelled his citrus scent. Now was so not the time for me to be distracted by his…closeness and his…eyes and…smell and smirk and…just him. I couldn’t get distracted. My shoes were on the line. 

But for some reason I found my self captured like a moth to a beacon of light. Why was this happening to me recently? Was there something wrong with my mind? Why did I always act like this when Sehun came near? It was annoying.

For a second there seemed to be a flicker of something across his face, and I thought his smirk disappeared. But a second later it had returned, and with that I managed to come back to my senses.

Gritting my teeth, I kicked him in the shin. As hard as I possibly could. Did I mention that I used to take karate for seven years? Yeah, I know how to make that kick very painful.

“Agh!” Sehun  exclaimed, doubling over to rub his injured shin. Seizing the opportunity I grabbed my shoes out of his hand and quickly slipped them on.

“Yah, that’s not fair. You used violence!” he exclaimed, his face still contorted in pain. This time it was my turn to smirk at him. “You never said I couldn’t” I said before finishing tying up the laces and grabbing the key card. 

I gave him a sweet, innocent smile before walking out of the door and slamming it shut. That seemed to be becoming my thing.

Outside I tugged my scarf around my neck tighter. It really was cold. The driver brought the car to the front. My bodyguards who had been spending the morning stood at the hotel entrance and exit took their own car. I didn’t like it when they rode with me in the same car. It was too packed in the car, not to mention every time I looked at them it annoyed me. Just shows you how much my parents trust me (very sarcastic). Not that they were wrong not to. After all I had already tried to run away once, no thanks to Sehun. It still annoyed me though.

We went to the nearest mall that had the best quality clothes. Of course all those shops and labels were owed by my parents in some way. I always felt a little bit powerful every time I went shopping.

The reason I’m going shopping is because my parents and I are attending a charity event soon (next weekend I think) and I had managed to convince my mum to let me pick my own clothing for the night. Surprisingly she agreed, under the condition that I buy a dress and some heels. I don’t who she took me for sometimes. Did she expect me to turn up in some jeans, trainers and a hoodie all the time? I was a little bit classy. I mean, I would have bought a nice top instead of a hoodie, but those trainers and jeans would have stayed for good. 

Unfortunately when it came to my mum I had no choice but to follow her instructions. That woman scared me ten times more than my dad did when she was mad, and trust me my grandmother was worse. I was cursed into a family of terrifying women.

Sighing I went into the first boutique. My bodyguards didn’t follow me in. The first time they had ever done that had not turned out so good, with me yelling at them right in the middle of a busy supermarket. So now they took their positions at the entrances and fire exists of every building I went in. How fun.

Whether my parents owned most labels in this mall or not, fashion was still an unfamiliar territory to me.
The eyes of the woman who worked in the shop, probably as a part timer as she was my age, seemed to light up with recognition when she saw me. Of course she already knew who I was. Most of South Korea did. My face had been plastered all over nearly every magazine since the engagement announcement, along with Sehun. I was nicknamed the princess, engaged to Korea’s prince. Of course this had led to lots of hate such as ‘a spoiled little bratty princess.’ Oh if only they knew the truth. We could trade lives any time they wanted. 

I was more than willing.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked me eagerly, approaching me with a fake, face splitting smile. I glanced at her before returning to assessing the clothes.
I didn’t miss her eyes search the store, probably looking for my ‘husband to be’. I resisted the urge to scoff. Wow, Sehun really did have a lot of admirers.

“No thanks” I answered bluntly. The clerk nodded her small head, seeming slightly disappointed, probably because Sehun wasn’t here.

Just then my phone rang. I sighed and picked it up. I was too lazy to check the caller ID.

“Jessica!” came my mothers voice instantly. I sighed, placing a beige top back on the rack. What was this place, a store for ahjumma’s?

“Oh, omma” I said, sliding different tops aside as I tried to find a nice one. 

“Are you shopping?” she asked suspiciously. How nice of her to trust me so much.

“Yes” I answered, frowning. Seriously what was with the clothing in this store? I felt like I should be thirty years old looking at this stuff. 

“Make sure to get a nice dress” she reminded me. As if a dress could be nice.

“I will” I told her, only half listening. Even the shoes in this store made me feel old. Gosh, was my skin wrinkling? Could this be the trends? No way. 

My parents company practically controlled most of the trends and what went into shops these days. There was no way they would distribute this kind of stuff. This shops label was definitely not under the name “Royal Fashion” or “Moon.”

Sighing I exited the store. No way was I getting anything from there.

“You better” she warned. Damn that scary woman. Her tone, and the thought of her and grandmothers bamboo stick sent shivers down my spine.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to buy something…pretty” I said in fake enthusiasm, hoping that would satisfy her enough.

After a couple more reminders of the type of clothing I should wear-a dress just above knee length and some nice heels; yuck-she finally hung up. Thank god that woman left me alone!

As I walked through the mall I didn’t miss the occasional looks or whispers. I glared at everyone who would point me out. Who did they think they were? The paparazzi? I don’t think so. 

I was so close to telling them where they could shove their remarks, but of course that would only result in the wrath of my mum and I’d rather not get hit this week. 

I was just about to the take the escalators to the second floor before someone suddenly clasped onto my wrists. I stumbled backwards, gasping and fighting for my balance. I fell into something hard but warm. What the hell?!

This person was so dead.

When I turned around and met a familiar set of cold eyes and an annoying smirk, well you can already guess who it was.

So, so dead.

A/N- Sorry if this story is taking so long. It even feels like it's draghging for me! But don't worry, i'll get it to pick up soon. And I have so many ideas for this story too. I'm so excited to write some more so i'll try to update as soon as possible. Don't forget to suscribe and comments are loved! Gamsahamnida~AlviinK.