Y/N's P.O.V.
"Y/N!" My mother called. "Where's Namjoon?"
"In the basement. He found out about us so I had to tie him up early," I informed.
"Did you ask him?"
"Yes," I answered. "He disagreed on both options. He said he could clear our name and give us money but not cut the royal blood line."
"Did you give him food and water while he's down there? At least water? How long has he been down there?" my mother asked, getting worried over that little annoying *.
"He's been there for about five hours. I haven't given him food nor water. He doesn't deserve it-"
"Y/N!" my mother scolded. "Everyone deserves at least water! He'll die! Go give him water!"
"But-"
"No buts! Go give him water! We want a living prince, not a dead one!" she demanded and I couldn't do anything but obey.
I made my way to the kitchen while sulking and poured him a glass of water. I made my way down to the basement and saw him being awake. His eyes landed on the glass of water before he looked up at me again. "You've gotten on my nerves way too much and deserve to stay in here, alone, tied up and with no food nor water," he mocked me. To my surprise, he did it really well but that just made it more annoying.
"Shut the * up and drink!" I went over to him, putting the glass on his lips because of his tied arms. I gently lifted it making him drink. After he had drunken I turned around and walked out without saying a thing. I did hear him mumble a "Thank you" though. After all we've done to him he's still showing gratitude and that's really wise of him.
When I got out of the basement, I saw my mother once again. "Y/N, marry him," she suddenly said.
"What?!" I asked surprisingly. "It's not possible. He wants a well mannered girl that he loves."
"You are well mannered! Are you under estimating the way I raised you?!" my mother scolded.
"No, no!"
"He doesn't love you now, but he can love you. Any boy can fall for your charms."
"Mom!"
"What?" she shrugged. "I used to get all the boys in town. You're my daughter. You have my genes." She walked closer to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. "You're gorgeous honey. You should be confident because you can really get any boy you want. Make him fall for you."
I was beyond shocked by what my mother was saying. "I don't love him, mom."
"Yet," she suddenly said. I won't fall for him just because he's a prince! "I've seen you being all cuddled up in your sleep. You can't hide from me. You two are compatible, but you just need time." She smiled, removing her hand from my shoulder. My jaw hung open at the fact that my mother literally saw me cuddling with a man and is shipping me with him. I've never talked about my love life or boys with my mother and she's never shipped me with anyone. I'm finally at the age of getting shipped with other men by my own parents? It's time for them to want to get rid of me? "Good luck," my mom said, turning on her heels and walking towards the basement. I remained speechless, shocked and staring at her. "I'm gonna talk with Namjoon and release him. He doesn't deserve to be there for too long."
"But he's been a bitc-"
"Y/N!" she scolded, not glancing at me, before going down the basement.
I followed her to eavesdrop on her conversation with Namjoon. "Hello Namjoon. How are you?" she asked him.
"Alright, I suppose," he answered. I clicked my tongue. Alright? I didn't even do anything to him yet.
"That's good to hear. Y/N probably told you why you're here, is that right?"
"Correct."
"So, what do you think?"
"I am not sure, ma'am," he said.
"Well, be sure then," my mother said. "We gave you two options as an example of how to reach our goal. Do whatever you'd like but either cut the royal blood line or marry our daughter."
What he said next left me worried about him. He had the audacity and confidence to actually say "Or else?" in front of my mother. "We'll kill you," she casually answered. Of course she'd answer that. What did he expect? I was just worried that she'd kill him now.
Namjoon stayed silent for a moment. "Okay," he suddenly said. "I will try to do what you told me, that is not to get future children. However, I will get married with someone, which will most likely not be your daughter. Will I still be able to remain here until I get wedded?" He really had the audacity to ask for a shelter at a mafia house, huh?
"Of course," my mother answered. "We will let you stay here, but don't ignore Y/N too much. Think about marrying her, you might like the thought. What I mean is, let nature do its thing. Don't ignore her just because you don't want to marry her now. You might change your mind."
"I will not change my mind, although I will not neglect miss Y/N."
"We'll see about that."
"May you release me now?" he asked, voice full of pleading.
"Yes, of course! I totally forgot about that!" I then heard footsteps up which made me run to my room and act like I have heard nothing. Soon, my mom and Namjoon entered the room. "Y/N, here's Namjoon again. Treat him well!"
I looked up from the book I quickly snatched and acted like I'm reading. "Oh, Namjoon! You got out. I will treat him well, mom, don't worry!" I lied effortlessly which my mom believed and caused her to leave with a smile on her face.
Me and Namjoon were left alone in the room, looking at each other. "So my mom freed you, huh? She shouldn't have after your disrespectfullness towards me."
"I see. Who is more impolite? I-the innocent one that was kidnapped-or you, the kidnapper?"
I looked at him, dead in the eyes. "Are you serious right now? You weren't innocent! You disrespected your goddamn kidnapper!"
"So you are acknowledging your kidnapping?" He smiled, looking like he thought he've won this conversation.
"No. I only addressed myself that way because you did. You did disrespect me though, whatever I was."
"And you did restrain me, whatever you were."
"Oh, I can restrain you in other ways if you don't shut up right now," I said, looking away.
"I would love to see you try." His confidence caused me to look at him, finding him smirking.
"What did you say?" I warned, standing up.
"I would love to see you try," he repeated. I didn't hesitate to push him against the wall, pinning him and restraining him from moving. "Do you really believe that you are more muscular than me?"
"I might not be more muscular than you, but I am stronger." What I thought was a good sentence caused him to laugh.
"If there is any person good at synonyms then it is me, and these two words are synonyms. You are not more muscular than me, nor stronger," he said, making me frown.
"Move then." I was pretty confident in my skills, and I knew that I could make anyone unable to move. When he tried to move he couldn't, just like I thought. "Exactly, loser!" I let him go. "Don't play with me. I can kill you."
"Whatever," he mumbled.
"Excuse me?!"
"You are excused." Is he trying to get on my nerves?! "You did not restrain me. I simply refrained breaking free because I am good hearted and is not willing to make you despondent."
I gritted my teeth. What the hell is wrong with him?! "Stop being so confident. I am one of the biggest mafias in this country and you are not so shut up."
"I am prince charming. You are not. To add up on that, you do not have the right to silence me. As the prince I am, unlike you, I have the right to speak up my mind freely."
"Stop philosophizing!"
"I am not philosophizing," he directly answered. "I am spitting facts." That *.
"I'm thinking of putting you back in the basement," I stated, glaring at him.
"Thinking. Do that, you need it."
I snorted. "Look who's talking. You can't even think bro."
"I am not brain dead, therefore your statement is incorrect." I looked away, sulking and not answering him. He just started at me for a moment before talking again. "Hey, I'm sorry."
That definitely caught me off guard but I still didn't look at him. Bipolar *. "I was jesting. I apologize," he said and got closer to me, trying to hug me. I immediately backed away.
"Don't touch me. You were just acting like we're enemies and now you're trying to hug me?! Who do you think you are?" I looked at him. "Bipolar mother fu-"
"Leave my mother alone." He sighed. "I apologize if you got mad. I was only playing around. Let us forget the kidnapping and teasing and start a new page, hm? Deal?" He put his hand out as an attempt of handshake and waited for my response. I looked at his hand and back up at him, thinking.
I took his hand, forming a handshake. "Deal."