Two days before your official 18th birthday, your Mother, the Queen had prepared your ball. Maids were up and down the palace. Fittings for a perfect hanbok was in session. You needed to look PERFECT.

Your Father was onto his his own business with the noblemen and courtroom officials. This will not only be a birthday ball. No. A Prince had to seek your hand in marriage, but you did not know that. You were too busy having your hanbok personally handmade and meadurements were being taken.

"Ow!" The tailor had accidentally pricked you with a needle as she stitched her measurements in place. "My apologies, your Highness," she'd say.

On the day of your birthday, everything fell perfectly into place. You engaged in conversation with the royals around you until your social battery died. You decided to sneak out for a moment to yourself. Wandered a bit.

You found yourself near the stables, where the horses were. This was peace to you. You went up to your favorite horse. You named him Gimbap when you were just a tiny Princess. You pet him for a moment until you heard a rustling sound near you. You grabbed a sword nearby only to find the Prince of Busan with his hands up in surrender.

"Easy. I am not going to hurt you, your Highness."

You knew his face but the name wasn't quite there yet. "I am Prince Jungkook, your Highness. Do you mind...lowering your sword?" He smirked with a bunny-like chuckle.