Y/N's P.O.V.
"Namjoon. Such a weird name. It's not royal at all! How did you even get a name like this as a prince?" I asked Namjoon, sitting on the couch of the living-room.
"For your information, names are not naturally made royal. They become royal after imperial people having them and it gets popular. Now to answer your question, 'Namjoon' might not be a royal name 27 years ago; however I made it one. Anything else you state will be incorrect as I am the one that makes the rules in this country and have more knowledge about royality than thou. That makes my name noble because I am willing that."
The way Namjoon sometimes becomes really annoying make me crazy. "For your information," I started, imitating him. "Your dad puts the rules, not you. You're annoying."
"You interrogated. How does my response make me annoying?" he asked in disbelief.
"Whatever," I mumbled, ignoring his question.
Namjoon chuckled. "You are cute when you are mad."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm not mad, just annoyed."
"Sure, sure," Namjoon said, grinning.
"Wait is that way you keep annoying me?" I asked, but he completely ignored me and changed the topic.
"Seriously, Y/N, do you not think that my name is unique? It is not like all the other common names you hear every day."
I shrugged. "I guess it is unique, but still, it sounds weird to me."
Namjoon laughed. "Well, you will have to get used to it because you are going to hear it more frequently when we get engaged."
My eyes widened. "Yah! Who told you that we'd ever get engaged?!"
"My encephal." His what?
"What the *?"
"Oh, I am sorry. I meant my brain."
"Did you study in med school or what. Isn't that some latin or medical term?" I asked.
"That is correct; however, that is in greek. To answer your inquiry, yes. I did study in medical school for one year but later dropped out."
"Oh wow," I uttered. "So you're smart?"
"That is correct." Wow, the confidence.
"1+1?"
"Are you serious?"
"No. Tan(82,874983651°)?" I asked, purely saying random numbers and not thinking he'll answer it.
"Approximately 8. Like I just did. I ate," he answered making me actually drop my jaw in shock.
"How and why do you know this?"
"I learnt these specific numbers to tell people I ate in a complex way. By the way, knowing math does not equal smartness."
"Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the world?" I asked, trying to test his smartness again.
"Mount Everest. S—"
"What gets bigger the more you take away from it?"
"A hole. Stop. You cannot rate my smartness by examinating me. If you may be so kind, please stop," he said.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine."
"By the way, I must confess, I hold strong doubts that I shall ever meet a suitable match for my hand in marriage here," Namjoon suddenly said. He's been going out alone for the past few days to search for his future wife. We obviously sent body guards behind him without him knowing. By our body guards we got to know that he goes up to multiple girls and asks for their number. As for now, everyone have declined him. I feel bad but he should work smarter. Asking random women out on the streets isn't such a good idea, especially when he's the prince that everyone is searching for, and there's a high chance to get rejected. "It seems that my people are not impressed by me, before they knowledge my princely status and my wealth. Perhaps it would be wisest for me to simply marry princess Wonyoung and be done with it. My parents were correct all along," he continued.
"No, Namjoon. Don't lose hope. Love takes time and you'll eventually find the one you want to marry. The problem is that asking people out on streets is creepy and not really the best idea," I answered, making him frown. "Just don't forget to not get children or else I'll simply cut your di—"
"Okay, okay! Although, how did you acknowledge my way of approaching women?" I looked at him in disbelief. He knows I'm mafia and is indirectly holding him hostage. "Oh, right," he soon said, probably remembering my status. "Marry me."
"Never!" I immediately said. He laughed, clearly teasing me.
"Aaw, you are very desperate for me," he teased again, laughing.
I frowned before playing along. "Yes, very. Marry me Namjoon! Please marry me!"
"As you wish, my lady." We both laughed at our weird sarcastic humor. His presence somehow comforted me, even when we were teasing each other. I somehow like to spend time with him. I think I'm actually starting to get close to him. Is it possible that I might be a close friend of the prince? Maybe.
"I have an idea," I started. "Instead of going around on the streets and trying to hit on girls, how about you hangout with me and my friends. That way you'll get to know more people, because we get to know new people everyday, and there's a higher chance of finding the love of your life. What do you think?"
"Where do you go with your companions?" he asked.
"Clubs. Wanna try?"
"Clubs?!" His eyes widened. "I have never experienced clubbing. It is for the commoners. I am royal."
"Well, you can try it. You've been doing all kinds of 'normal people's stuff' these days so why not go full out? Your hair is literally purple for * sake," I stated. "You're my friend now and that means you have the right to hangout with my other friends too. What do ya think?"
He thought for a moment. "Perhaps I could."
I squealed in excitement. "Cool! Then tonight at 10pm we're going clubbing with my friends."
He smiled. "Alright."