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byeolhyesisi · 1 year

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waaaaa I'm a sucker for prince aus and this was a really nice and warm read (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠) ♡ this will def be in my comfort fics. you wrote it so well !!!! ^^

Take My Time

You want to help but you don’t want to be alone. There’s just never enough time for the two of you. He’s got too much work, you’ve got too little, beginning taking up tasks no one has asked for. Maybe all you need is to take out each others time instead.

word count: 2.1k

genres: Prince!Taehyun x Fiancé!Reader, established relationship, some angst, some fluff

warnings: a little suggestive but nothing too hard, reader is referred to as a “fiancé” tho remains otherwise gn!

author: hello everyone!! it feels like it’s been a while, and it definitely has. i’ve been super busy as of late but i’m super excited to be getting back into a groove of writing! anyways, this is my submission for @kflixnet ‘s exchange event ! dedicated to the wonderful @byeolhyesisi (byu)! i wish i had realized earlier that you were a stay, so i could have written something more personal for you </3 either way i hope you still like it !!

Silence echoes in the high ceilings of the dining room. Only the lonely sounds of your chewing break through. The grand table, decorated with pastries and meats and fruits from across the four kingdoms, surrounded by nothing but air. Your solitary presence takes up a minuscule corner seat. This loneliness is routine, simply another requirement to being the crown prince’s significant other. Each morning, the royal cooks and servants laid out extravagant meals, all to be enjoyed by the royal family and advisors. And each morning, you were usually the only one sitting at the table. Some mornings, the Queen would stop in for a moment, though she never stayed long; Huening was a frequent visitor, only ever grabbing a handful of tarts before skittering away. It wasn’t their fault. Ever since the king’s abdication coupled with your engagement, everyone in the castle was suddenly a lot busier. You seemed to be the rare exception. In the days, when Taehyun had been stolen away by countless court officials and the sight of his face seemed nothing but a faded memory, you so often found yourself in this very position; alone. The empty echo of grand rooms unfilled, the hollow thump of your feet in lasting corridors, the quiet page flip of a book almost finished.

Now, breakfast finished, you place down the little silverware you used upon your plate, readying it to be returned. The staff usually tried to stop you when you showed up in the kitchen; going on about you not needing to do their work, sometimes panicked as though they’d failed to do a far more incredibly important task than collecting your breakfast dining ware. However, you found it felt nice to help out in any way possible, despite most’ consistent rejection of your need to work. You’d even begun a quiet project of restoring the library’s most neglected corners, though you doubt anyone went in there as often as you to even notice.

The click of your shoes follows you through the stoney stairwell down to the kitchen. Swirling around yourself, down down to the landing where the scent of fresh bread is permanent and heat permeates from the walls. The deep hum of conversation flies beneath the door; something almost familiar in the way it flows. You reach for the door, balancing the dirty dishes in one hand before it swings open by itself. The shock shoves you back a step, almost toppling the plates you were holding. Swift hands jump out to save you from the disaster, steadying your fall. The rough of calluses scratch at your skin with palms hesitant to touch you.

“Ah, sorry about that, your highness. I was in a bit of a rush.” The kind voice of Royal General Choi betrays some tremble of nerves.

“No, no, it’s okay. Thank you, General, and please, call me Y/n.”

“Well, then, please call me Yeonjun.” He breaks away from his fairly tense smile with a chuckle you join in on. “Have a good day, Y/n.”

He quickly brushed past you in a hurry. “You too.” A thought suddenly struck you, turning you around. “Wait, Yeonjun, do you know where Taehyun will be today?”

The man’s eyes go wide, very obvious in how you caught him off-guard. “Taehyun? Well, um, I believe he’ll be in meetings with the-uh-King’s Council all day. Yeah. Why, is there something you need him for?”

Your heart falls a little, as though you didn’t already know; he’s going to be very busy from now on, as is any king. You may be his fiancé but, unmarried, you were less than his consort. That was your sacrifice for a love you cherished more than anything. “No, no, just curious. Thank you, Yeonjun.”

The burning hearth warms your heart as you greet the young maiden tending its flames beneath a tray of exquisitely made sweets. She nods back, used to your presence down here. You move off toward the sinks, saying hello as you go, workers greeting you in return. They shuffle around with grand trays and brooms; the loud thump of those slicing up fruits and vegetables. Approaching the old woman hunched over a small bucket of water, you watched her shaking hands work into the already shining silver of a large platter.

“Good morning, Alice.”

She stops scrubbing, wiping the suds off on her apron and softly taking the dishes from your hands. “Oh good morning, dear.” The plates placed to soak in the soapy water, she pulls on your hands to have you sit on the stool beside her. “How was breakfast this morning?”

“Oh, well, nothing new. The muffins were very good.” Her wrinkling fingers rubbed slowly over yours.

She hummed before leaning over, a puckish smirk now stretched up to the glint in her eyes, “And? Any sight of his majesty?”

“Ah.” You find yourself looking away, suddenly much more interested in alleviating her of some of the china all piled high next to you.

“My goodness! You ate alone again?”

“He’s very busy, Halmeoni, he’s about to be King. The last thing he needs is to be distract-“

“Ah!” Her hand snatched yours out of the warming waters, “Don’t you finish that sentence. I cannot let you say that word. You are not a distraction. Excuse my disgrace, but King or not, you are his partner. If he cannot give you the time for a simple meal together, after you have left behind your life to come here and be with him. Then, my child, he is not worth your time.” Her kindly features wrinkled with her downturned brow, with the greatest strength she could muster, her hands squeezed into yours. Her eyes held wisdom beyond your years, locked behind a lifetime of lost chances.

“I-“ Some rotten feeling deep down inside of you knows she’s right. Still, the most rational part of you knew that nothing of this was purposeful. He was preparing to lead a nation, no simple feat, and yet. You had given up your relatively stable life in the village working as a florist, which is how you’d met Taehyun in the first place. When he kept coming back to your quaint little store on the edge of the capital, week after week, buying bouquets and arrangements, which he eventually confided all went in his private study. Things simply evolved from there; dates, dinners, walks, until he asked you to marry him, which meant moving into the palace. Of course you accepted and that’s where you were now; alone in the home he promised to build with you.

“I’ll talk to him, Alice. I promise. Now let me help you with some of these dishes.”

The musk of paper was shrouded behind the mounds of dirt filling the air. Particles fly, with every swish of your hand the haze gets heavier. Your rag has almost lost all its original color beneath a smooth coating of dust. Towering above, the delicate curves of the mahogany shelves are perhaps the cleanest they’ve been in centuries. Your small corner of respite, lit up only by artificial light, was slowly finding new life. This section, tucked in the very back of the library, past the rows and rows of classical titles and grandiose histories, was perhaps your favorite genre of all. Three wide-spanning bookcases, all piled to the brims with books on horticulture. Books full of plants and flowers and soils and meanings. One detailing the language of flowers, the most well-worn in the section, mainly from its use by you. As a florist, of course, you already knew much of the information here, but your heart yearned for everything to keep in touch with the knowledge.

You set down the dusting rag, taking a step back to admire your work. The rich browns, intricately carved with scenes of nature and gods, shimmer like they’re glossed and new. All of the books settled along the shelves are just as clean despite their varying states. Your hand reached for the one you’ve read time and time again, curling up in the armchair stuffed in between bookcases. Here, the world slips away. Taken in by the plush feeling, the woody scent, the low light, and the beautiful sketches laid out on the paper before you. You fall into a peace where this time alone is cherishable. Words swallow up your thoughts, sounds around you faded, and you forget everything. Until the soft thump of footsteps filters into the air. An odd sound, you had never seen anyone else coming in here before. The sound grows closer with its source soon rounding the corner.

A blue head of hair comes into your view. You take pause for a moment, reeling in a state of shock. Taehyun’s face lights up as he makes eye contact with you and begins walking forward.

“Y/n.”

He’s dressed to a tee, a starched suit dipped in midnight blues and dressed in accents of gold. Jewels and medals dripped down above his dress pocket. He looks amazing, expensive and royal and elegant. Yet, with the undone buttons slowly creeping further down, there is a sense of exhaustion in his stance.

You stand from the chair to meet him halfway down the aisle. “Tae-what-what are you doing here?”

You aren’t prepared for when he immediately took hold of your hands and brought his lips onto yours. In the rushed moment, his lips still land softly, hands slowly encircling your waist and ever so slightly tugging you closer. Your eyes stay open in surprise, hands not knowing where to fall for a moment. Yet, as he pulls you in tighter, your eyes flutter shut, succumbing to the heat his mouth trails upon your skin. When he pulls away, it takes a moment for them to crack open. Faces still so close, you feel every heavy breath he takes pounding in his chest.

The heady silence draws your words out into a whisper. “Love…what are you doing here?”

His breathing is replaced with a heavy sigh as his grasp around your waist loosens. Big, round boba eyes open up to meet you. “Do I need a reason to come see you?”

“Well-no, of course not. It’s just…” His eyes move back and forth, trying to catch yours as you look away.

“…I’m sorry I haven’t been around very much.” You shoot your head up to find the regretful smile he’d placed in his lips.

“No-no, Tae it’s not-you-you’ve got a lot on your plate! You-”

“I should never be too busy for you.” The delicate sweep of his fingers over your temple causes a swift thumping in your chest. “I’m being pulled in so many different directions at the moment and you’ve been so patient with me; thank you for that. I haven’t been taking the moments I’ve had to spend with you. I really am sorry. This King stuff is important, but before all of that should be the person I’ve dedicated the rest of my life to.”

His thumb rubs a sweet circle around your cheek. In a rush, you pull his face back down to yours, taking him by surprise this time. In the farthest corner of the least-traversed room, you took in his heat, his love, his time and gave him all of yours in return. Even startled, his hands wrap back into position, pressing you into him. The overwhelming smell of his black cherry scent melts you down deeper. His lips are rougher this time, pushing back against you with a new fervor. Your hands travel up into his hair, tressing through the blue silk. A sigh slips between your lips and there’s a noticeable relaxing of Taehyun’s shoulders.

You pull away first still bumping the tip of your nose onto his.

“So,” His breaths are heavy, “I guess that means I’m forgiven?”

“Tae, love,” The smile he wears is far lighter now. “You didn’t have to apologize in the first place. You’re busy with a lot of really important things; I understand that. And I was never mad at you, I-I was just lonely. I want to be there for you in any way I can, but I barely see you in my day-to-day. We just need to learn how to make the time. You know I’ll miss a few hours of sleep just so I can spend time with you.”

“I love you, Y/n, but don’t go missing sleep over me.”

You giggle while leaning up to his cheek. “I love you too, my prince.”

“I still have some time now, not sure how much. I lost the tailor and Soobin maybe, 20 or so minutes ago. He probably won’t find me for a while.”

“Wait-wha-Taehyun, you ran away from your tailor!?”

“You weren’t the only one feeling a little lonely.” He seals the words with one final kiss filled with laughter and love. Taking up your slowly ticking time together.

tagging: @ibyeonjun

#big big thankies really 👉👈#:: hyuukais ! .• ♡#:: byeol ! .• ✧

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byeolhyesisi · 1 year

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BLUE'S COFFEE; HAN JISUNG

bestfriend!han jisung x reader

coffee and nicknames for the blue-haired boy who didn't bring an umbrella during a rainy day.

genre: fluff, non-idol au, short fic, oneshot, slight indication of best friends to lovers

warnings: may have small errors :(( but other than that, it's all good !!

words: 1k+ (exactly 1,050)

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @gimbappae @yellowsbuttercup @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as

dedicated to: @jakes-tummy !! tysm for answering questions that definitely helped me write this fic >< i tried my best to create an atmosphere based on your answers and i hope that somehow, you can feel that this is really for you !! <3

a/n: this is my entry for the exchange event by @kflixnet !! this event was so fun^^ i was really happy i was able to write again <3 also, i don't know why i went with a y2k-esque graphic but i thought it was fun ><

Pitter-patter pitter-patter… the repetitive sound of rainfall echoed throughout the silent atmosphere of your room. As if the droplets were loud footsteps on wherever they land.

The weather was bad, but the sun still managed to shine brightly as if it was a clear day. It was sort of irregular to see such contrasting scenery. Kind of ironic, but it was something worth gazing at for a few moments out of curiosity and slight bewilderment. The combination of heavy rain and a bright blue sky is somewhat soothing. As you look outside your apartment's window, you spotted a familiar face waiting to cross the street with a jacket over his head. His blue locks were eye-catching. It stood out from the crowd, mainly because he was the only person without an umbrella in hand if you ignore his vivid hair. He was the odd one out in the midst of the crowd.

The blue-haired boy was none other than your bestest friend, Han Jisung.

You shook your head while chuckling. Of course he doesn't have an umbrella. Knowing him, he probably forgot or his stubborn self simply didn't take the weather reports seriously, fooled by the bright day. It was usual for him to experience both of those anyway. It definitely wasn't the first time Jisung put himself in situations that could've been easily avoided if he wasn't forgetful or stubborn.

You watched as he immediately crossed the street, running inside the apartment building to seek shelter at once. You could already hear his complaints before you even welcome him inside. A quiet hum resonated from your lips. I should probably make coffee for that dumbass. Smiling to yourself, you chuckled softly as you made your way to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for three knocks to resonate from your door. You stopped stirring your friend's coffee and started walking towards the door before halting. He's most likey drenched in rain… You assumed. "Just a minute." You called out. "Alright. Just hurry, please. It's cold out here!" Jisung's voice answered back in a soft tone, the pout on his lips was evident in his voice. You rushed inside your room, opening one of your drawers to fetch an extra towel.

Once you finally opened the front door of your apartment, the sight of Jisung made you stifle a laugh. "You look like a wet chick." The boy rolled his eyes. "Haha. Thanks." He replied sarcastically. "Don't be salty now. Why didn't you bring an umbrella anyway?" You questioned as you handed the towel. Jisung quickly patted and made sure he was less soaked in rain water before entering your humble abode. "It was so sunny! It's not my fault I was scammed by the weather. Besides, weather reports are inaccurate sometimes. Hmpf." He complained, his statement confirming one of your guesses. "Even if it's sunny, you should still bring an umbrella. Too much sunlight is bad too, you know?" You remarked and Jisung only huffed in response.

"You're really lucky I want to hang out with you." He mumbled but it was loud enough for you to hear. "And you're lucky I care for you." You looked at Jisung with an eyebrow raised. "I made you coffee. Drink it before it gets cold. That should warm you up." You smiled.

The boy perked up. You made me coffee… He couldn't help but to grin softly, a pang of flutters struck his stomach. "Your smile is already warm enough." He joked cheesily. The room was suddenly filled by the harmony of your laughter. The laughter masked something the two of you were hiding in the wholesome scenario. Both mutual but kept secret under the rain and the sun's rays. "That won't work on me." You said. If your heart could speak it would oppose your words. If Jisung wasn't oblivious, the flushed rosy color on your cheeks would be easily noticed by his eyes. If you were paying very close attention, you'd know he didn't mean it as a joke.

The two of you sat down on the couch of your living room when the boy finally took his cup of coffee. Jisung took a sip and he exhaled a very dramatic sigh as if he was in a commercial. It was the perfect amount of bittersweet; a cup of coffee only you can make for him. "You know me too well." He smiled cheekily. "You won't shut up about yourself—" Laughter filled the room once again.

The room fell silent, with the occasional sound of Jisung sipping his coffee and accidentally choking from time to time. "Stop drinking it like a vacuum cleaner." You told him while giggling. "First, I was a wet chick. Now I'm a vacuum cleaner?" He chuckled, placing the now empty cup on the coffee table. Jisung was used to the nicknames you give him. You loved giving him random nicknames, even if they were the most unconventional ones. And he loved them too. "To be fair, you still look like a wet chick."

"So you think I look cute? Chicks are cute, right?" Jisung batted his eyes. "No." He scoffed playfully at your short reply.

"Can you make me another cup of coffee?" The boy pleaded with puppy eyes. How can you say no to those eyes?

"Alright, blue's clues. Wait here." You responded as you stood up.

"BLUE'S CLUES?! NOW I'M BLUE'S CLUES?!" He placed a hand on his chest, acting offended as a joke. "Not my fault you dyed your hair blue." You stuck your tongue out before heading back to the kitchen with his cup in hand.

"If I'm blue's clues, then you should be magenta!" He suggested. You shook your head, he really is like a child sometimes. "Ok, blue. I'll be your magenta." You said as you poured hot water into his cup.

As soon as you left, the blue-haired boy kicked his feet giddily. Covering his face with the towel, he couldn't contain his wide smile anymore. Jisung decided to follow you to the kitchen. Even when he entered, his grin never left his lips.

A simple friendly banter with childish conditions, but we all know there's more to that, right? One thing is certain though. If he's blue's clues to you, then he is just for you.

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