18 {ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇʀᴛᴏɴ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ}


"Please, let me in! I must deliver this missive in person! By royal orders!"

Making a fuss in his foyer was bound to get the Duke's attention. As the tapping of his footsteps echoes all around, his staff bow in apology.

"Forgive us the disruption, your grace."

He dismisses them with a tired hand, eyes locked into the dark orbs of the young bellman in his scarlet coat, standing at the door with the dreadful letter in his hands. He can tell it is warm outside by the sheen of sweat on his delicate features. Or perhaps he'd been ordered to sprint... Poor thing.

"Another one," the Duke sighs as the mail carrier hands him the royal invitation.

"Yes, your grace. And the palace is expecting an RSVP."

The Duke cringes, visibly annoyed. "Follow me."

Confusion etched on his face, the boy tags along.

In the kitchen, the maids are as confounded as him and bow their greetings while adjusting their hair and aprons.

"Get this young man a cold drink."

Jungkook suddenly finds himself seated on a chair with a glass of iced water, which he thankfully accepts.

The Duke watches him down his glass, a smile rising at the corners of his lips. "Is that why you keep returning with a new invitation every day? Because I haven't RSVPed?"

"Your Grace, as one of the eligibles, their Majesties expect your presence at the matchmaking bal."

"Except I'm not interested in wedding Princess Mary. Or anyone else for that matter."

And with a grin, he throws the letter into the hearth where glowing embers crackle.

Jungkook is stunned and out of words. Lucky for him, he isn't expected to voice his thoughts as the Duke leans forward until his breath tickles his left ear. "I'll expect you back tomorrow then."

...

Or the forbidden love between a very handsome Duke and a starstruck royal mail carrier.

◇♤ the end ♡♧

This was originally a prompt for the BTS Bridgerton fest, based on the following visuals:

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