Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.
Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story. It gets kinda steamy ;)
It’s been a few days since the long awaited talk and things around the palace have drastically changed for the better. The tense air that was once there was finally gone. The atmosphere changed so much that even some of the staff noticed the difference to the point that the rumors and whispers even reached your ears.
But the boys could care less about what people thought, they were just happy to finally be able to show their affection for you in public. They no longer feel the need to glare from a distance at the flirty knights who approach you, now they can actually take action and show to everyone how much you mean to them.
And so here they are, hiding away in a room, talking amongst themselves in a very serious conversation.
“How do we decide who gets to be with Y/n?” Taehyung asks as he eyes each person carefully.
There was no denying that each and every one of them loved you. Each man dying to call you theirs. But the complicated thing about the situation was that they allwanted to be with you. And they’ve never pinned after the same girl like this.
Suddenly, Jimin raises his hands, grinning when he successfully gains their attention. “I know how we decide.”
Namjoon raises a brow, already doubting it would be a good idea.
Jimin’s smile widens, “we decide through rock paper scissors,” he finally suggests proudly, causing the men around him to roll their eyes.
Jungkook scoffs, “what are we? 12?”
Jimin hums as he slowly lowers his hand down, “You’re right…” he pauses, “Best two out of three?”
“You’re on.”
“Stop,” Namjoon glares at the two right as they raise their hand to begin the battle, “we are notdeciding who gets to be with Y/n through rock paper scissors,” he deadpans, he’s not even surprised those words left his mouth given who he’s speaking to.
my jaw literally dropped to the ground when i read that but instantly closed and smirk when the second last line came up,, OHMY GOD THE AMOUNT OF RELIEF THAT WENT THROUGH MY BODY
