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hi nini! first of all, congratulations on your one year tumblr writing anniversary!! you are one of the best, if not, the best writer on here and i'm so thankful for your masterpieces and will continue to support your future writings always ♡♡ for your special event i would like to request: jeno, 7. enemies-to-lovers!au & 18. "i'm not jealous" (how cliche i knowww but i trust you will execute this in a way that will leave me speechless)!!

[a/n] OMG HI LOVE. i haven't heard from you for a while, i hope you're doing well! thank you so much for your continuous support, i don't think i would be where i am today without it! ♡♡ i hope you enjoy this small scenario that i've written!

PAIRING. prince!jeno x princess!reader GENRES. romance if you squint your eyes, enemies-to-lovers!au, arranged marriage!au PROMPT. "i'm not jealous" WORDS. 852

It was tradition for all past crown princes and princesses to have a ball hosted in their honour for their 20th birthday, to signify the official start for the search for their significant other.

In short, it was a ball to find your future husband.

As the crown princess and future queen of the kingdom of Xerin, you had been taught since a young age that it was something that was inevitable. You had to do it because it was part of your duties.

However, unlike what many might think, you didn’t hate this tradition.

Or at least, not as much as your predecessors did.

Your mother, who was the current queen, found your father the same way, and they fell in love. They had a love so strong and beautiful that it made you wish that you had something similar to what they have, or at least an ounce of what they have.

You once believed that the tradition wouldn’t be necessary as you already had someone in mind in regards to who you wanted to be your future spouse.

You stole a glance over at Prince Jeno, one of the oldest princes from the Dream kingdom. He was the one you had in mind as the two of you were once as close as your parents were. But something shifted in your relationship’s dynamics, one that you couldn’t understand and still couldn’t comprehend today. Ever since then, you two hadn’t had a civil conversation.

Even though it was a ball in your honour, you couldn’t help but feel the loneliness creeping up on you as the only birthday wish you had for the longest time was for Jeno to simply look at you again.

“May I have this dance, your Highness?”

You broke out of your reverie to only see Prince Haechan extending a hand for you. Your lips pursed in apprehension — you weren’t really in a mood to socialize even though it was your birthday party.

But a nudge on the part of your mother forced a smile upon your face and to nod reluctantly at Haechan’s request.

You and Haechan barely danced for half of the song when someone suddenly barged in between the two of you.

“Prince Haechan, mind if I cut in?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jeno glared at his cousin. They then went back-and-forth between Haechan and Jeno’s extending hand. However, you also didn’t miss the small smirk that appeared on the former’s face as he accepted Jeno’s request.

“Of course not.”

You curtsied just the slightest at Jeno’s small bow as the music restarted for a new dance. Jeno’s hand tightened around your hand and waist whereas his face remained as stoic as ever. You frowned in response, not liking his attitude one bit.

“That wasn’t very polite of you,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you two waltzed. “Not to mention how you basically ignored royal protocol.”

Jeno scoffed. “Since when do we have a royal protocol when it comes to waltzing?”

You were slightly taken aback. “Since you asked to waltz with the princess that’s about to get married off to some random dude, then yeah, there’s a royal protocol, alright.”

Jeno’s expression hardened at your words, almost as if he was angry at the thought of it — but that was impossible, right? Why would he be angry, anyway?

But he proved you wrong. “As if I’d let you marry some random guy that you don’t even like.”

“And why on Earth would you even care about who I marry?”

Jeno’s silence was deafening.

“Wait…” Your cheeks felt hot at his lack of response. “Are- are you jealous?”

The prince’s jaw slackened even more and he refused to meet your eyes as he gritted out, “I’m not jealous.”

You squeezed his hand in anger, but nothing in his expression showed that it hurt. “Fine, whatever! Let’s just pretend you’re not jealous — then how is it any of your business who I’m marrying? What if I do like Prince Haechan? Who are you to prevent me from marrying him?”

“Haechan?” Jeno snorted almost in amusement. “As if he’s your type.”

You rolled your eyes. “And because you know my type so well.”

But the look he gave you following your sentence was indescribable and almost challenging. It felt as if Jeno was able to see through you perfectly and it was a feeling that left you nervous because the last thing you wanted was for him to discover your feelings for him. You were intent on keeping your feelings locked away and bringing them with you to your grave.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

God, you simply couldn’t take this anymore. How long did the song last and why was it not over yet?

“And how exactly are you going to prevent me from getting hurt, then?” you retorted.

“By marrying me.”

You almost tripped but you took your revenge by accidentally stepping over Jeno’s feet. “Excuse me?” you spluttered.

Jeno tilted his head before giving you a smouldering smirk.

“You will be marrying me.”