Forbidden pt.1
words: 4.8k
genre: fluff, angst at the very end, old era fic
summary: You’re the only princess of Silla and are to be married off to the Prince of Baekje. The only problem is you’re in love with someone else. Someone who’s not royalty.
warnings: character death, blood
a/n: I don’t know much about old era Korea sorry. I tried my best. I hope you enjoy (: i also wrote and looked over this at 3am so if there are any mistakes then sorry i might look over it later lol
Most people think it’d be nice to be a princess. Living the lavish life with gold, silver, and jewels surrounding you while your servants awaited your every move.
Well, it wasn’t like that. In fact, you didn’t know where people got that idea from.
You parents were strict and ruthless, well actually just your father. When the kingdom was suffering, he didn’t care. When some merchants tried to offer your father some of their services or food in exchange for some money to help their suffering family, your father cruelly and coldly shunned them away.
He was also strict with you, his only child. The only crowned princess of Silla. The mysterious princess that stays out of sight from the villagers. You’ve heard rumours that your parents kept you out of sight because you were ugly and they were ashamed to call you their daughter. Contrary to that, you’ve also heard you were stunningly beautiful. The most beautiful princess that’s graced your land in centuries.
You’re not sure where either of those rumours had started, but you ignored them. They were both baseless rumours.
It’s not a surprise that your father suddenly announced that you’re going to be married off to a prince to merge Silla and Baekje in hopes that the threat of attack from Goguryeo would subside.
You had no say in this marriage, as usual, but you still weren’t happy about it.
“I don’t know what to do, Jungwoo,” you sigh as you lay, sprawled across your bed.
Jungwoo, your personal servant. The beautiful boy that has been with you since you were a child. His father was wrongly convicted of treason against the Kingdom and was thus ruthlessly killed off by your grandpa who was king at the time. Jungwoo’s mother was forced to give up her child to the king for servitude and then was exiled.
You and Jungwoo were both so young at the time, neither of you had memories from the event, but your father doesn’t hesitate to bring it up every time Jungwoo is ever slightly late or messes up one tiny detail.
When your father assigned Jungwoo to be your servant at the ripe age of 8 years old, it surprised you. You had just turned 8 that day and your father gifted you a personal servant.
The tiny boy widened his eyes at you when your father shoved him towards you. You had no idea what was happening at the time, only seeing the small boy once in a while cleaning the floors or bringing something to your father. When your father explained that you now had a personal servant, you just stared at the boy next to you.
Your father shooed the two of you out of his room and you both walked in silence back to your own room.
At first, he was afraid of you, thinking you were just like your father and cringed away one time when you lifted up your hand, thinking you were going to slap him. You were only reaching for a book that laid on your desk and it surprised you when Jungwoo dropped to his knees and apologized for messing up.
“What are you talking about? What did you do?” you asked him.
“I didn’t give you your book. I’m so sorry,” the boy whimpered.
“Please get up. I won’t hit you,” you said and offered your hand out to the boy. He was hesitant to reach out for it, remembering the one time he accidentally brushed up against your father and was slapped repeatedly for it. However, you looked at him so sincerely and warm-heartedly, he took his chance.
You smiled at him when he set his hand in yours.
Ever since then, he’s been glued to your side.
“Run away,” Jungwoo offered, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You glared up at the boy who was sitting on the edge of your bed. “You’re so helpful,” you say sarcastically.
He gives you an apologetic look.
You told him your father’s plans of joining the two kingdoms and when he said he thought it was a great idea, you told him that it meant you were going to get married. You swore you saw Jungwoo’s smile faltered, but he still told you congratulations.
It hurt, more or less.
Jungwoo had been by your side for years. He’s become your best friend and the only person you could open up to when you were stressed or angry. You hate to say it, but you’ve fallen in love with him. Sometimes you think he’s fallen in love with you too when it’s only the two of you in your room, late at night, talking in hushed voices. You always convinced him to lay down next to you after such a long day of him working and being on his feet as the two of you exchanged thoughts. You see him occasionally glance down at your mouth as you talk, but he quickly looks back up to your eyes.
You hate that you fell in love with your servant because your father would never approve of it. In fact, he’d probably exile Jungwoo and then lock you up in your room forever. It was forbidden for royalty to associate themselves with anyone lesser than them. You’re surprised your father even took Jungwoo in, but you guess it was a punishment for his parents.
“Run away with me,” you hear Jungwoo quietly say. The shock on your face must be evident because Jungwoo awkwardly laughs it off, trying to play it off as a joke.
“Even if I did, I can’t. Who would take the throne when my father and mother have passed? I have no siblings or cousins,” you say sadly.
It’s not like you haven’t thought about running away. The first time you thought about it was when you were five years old. You had just been slapped by your father for the first time before he sent you to your room. You only got into the courtyard before you realized you had left your favourite stuffed animal in your room and you needed to go back. Your father’s consultant had caught you sneaking back into the castle and quickly rushed you back into your room.
You always did like him better than your father.
“It was just wishful thinking,” Jungwoo sighs.
The annual Midsummer Festival was a day away and the palace was bustling with busy servants cleaning the corridors or the bakers flinging multitude of pastries and desserts out of the ovens.
The festival was the only festival the King let the villagers attend to inside the palace ballroom. It’s massive and there’s always a plethora of people crowding the rooms or filling the gardens.
This year, however, was going to be different. Your future husband was attending and you were forced to introduce yourself and dance with him.
Your mother placed a red and white hanbok on your bed with golden stitches dancing along the skirt. You hated wearing the fancy clothing, solely due to the difficulty of getting into them, but once you were in, you always felt a little prettier.
You and Jungwoo were walking down the busy hallways, occasionally sidestepping when you heard some frantic servers speed through. Each time, they bowed respectfully to you and then scurried off to go attend to some minor thing your father probably forced them to do.
“What if he’s ugly?” you muse. You hear Jungwoo snicker from beside you.
“Maybe your father will call off the arrangement then. Can’t have the beautiful princess of Silla marry a ratty-looking prince,”
“If only it were so easy,” you sigh dramatically. You placed a hand to your chest and closed your eyes. Granted, it wasn’t a good idea with the frenzy of servants rushing past with objects in their hands, but you weren’t thinking.
A particular servant has three boxes in his hands, effectively blocking his view from the front. He was looking to the side, but the boxes had blocked his view of you and he crashed into you. You let out a yelp as you fell to the floor, the boxes and the servant following suit.
You’re thankful the boxes weren’t that heavy when they hit your back before falling off to the side.
“I’m so sorry, Princess! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” the servant frantically apologized. He was quick to gather up the fallen boxes before kneeling down in front of you in apology.
“You’re good. I’m not hurt, just a little surprised. Are you okay?” You ask. Jungwoo helps you up from the ground, sending you worried glances, but you wave him off. Truly, you were okay.
“This is unacceptable! I’m sorry Princess!”
“Please, get up. I’m okay. It was just an accident. Just be a little more careful, okay?” You send him a small smile. The servant glances up at you before quickly nodding and standing up and gathering his boxes back into his arms.
“Do you need any help with them?” Jungwoo offers. “We’re going the same way as you anyways.”
Before the servant has time to say anything, Jungwoo lifts the top two boxes off the servant's hands and starts walking to the ballroom.
You always loved how Jungwoo always helped other people. Whether it was because he was trained to or not, you could tell Jungwoo genuinely liked helping others. Maybe that’s why he never complained about your father’s constant demands at doing this or that. Jungwoo always did as he was told and even had a smile as he carried out the tasks.
You used to hate it. How could he just let your father talk down to him constantly and have the audacity to politely smile and nod his head? Yeah, your father was the King, but you never once heard Jungwoo complain about his ruthless personality.
Now, you admire it. The way he’s always helping others even when he has his own duties to attend to. When he’s not at your side, he’s helping the other servants or helping in the kitchen. The servants and chefs have grown to love your personal servant and you’re not surprised. You were on their side as well, unfortunately.
When a tall man with a few people following behind him step up to you and your parents at the festival, you know right away it’s your future husband.
He’s dressed in a royal blue hanbok with similarly looking gold stitching through his attire. It has a snow-white trim surrounding the cloth that has white stitching throughout its fabric. It’s invisible from far away, but the Prince is only a few feet away from you so you see it clearly. It’s a subtle detail, but it screams royalty and luxury.
“We’re glad you could make it to our festival, Prince Jaehyun,” your father bows to the prince.
“It’s my pleasure,” he insists and bows deeply. When he stands up straight, his eyes flicker towards you. He gives you a small smile before his eyes go back to your parents as they continue to talk.
You scowl, however. You still don’t like the fact that you’re being forced to marry someone who you don’t love while the person you love is right next to you.
The wedding isn’t for a while, thankfully, but it looms over your head like a storm.
“Would you like to dance?” Jaehyun bows to you while offering out his hand. You look over to your parents. Your father is giving you a stern look, silently telling you that you must dance with him unless you want to be punished for disobeying his previous orders.
You look to your left to where you know Jungwoo is standing further away. He’s not looking at you. In fact, he’s looking at the ground. You swear you can see a slight frown adorning his face, but it’s hard to tell.
You look back to the bowing prince and place your hand in his own. The prince looks back up at you and smiles before gently guiding you towards the centre of the room, leaving only his few servants and his parents with your own to talk.
“Silla is a beautiful kingdom,” Jaehyun says. The two of you are currently dancing along to the music along with the many bodies of villagers and merchants.
One of his hands is placed on your waist while his other is still holding your hand. You have your one hand placed on his shoulder.
It’s a little awkward since he’s taller than you by a good couple inches. He has dark chocolate coloured hair that’s untraditionally not being hidden under his headpiece. He said he had forgone his royal headpiece to respectfully let your parents be the higher appointed royals at the festival.
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been outside of the palace twice and that’s when I was a child,” you say flatly. You can tell the prince is feeling a little awkward at your cold demeanour and answers, but you can’t find yourself to care. You’re not happy with this entire situation and you want to make that clear to the man in front of you.
Jaehyun clears his throat. He wracks his brain to think of something to say. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting this. A cold Princess? A Princess who makes it very clear she’s not interested in anything he does? He can’t help but feel a little awkward.
Honestly, when his mother had told him he was to marry the Princess of Silla, he was a little off-put. He didn’t have anyone special in mind, but marrying someone he didn’t even know wasn’t something he was enthusiastic about. He’s glad the marriage isn’t set until next year so that way he is able to get to know the Princess and hopefully become friends, maybe even more. Whether or not he befriends you doesn’t matter, but it’d be nice to be on good terms with the woman you’re going to marry.
However, the moment he saw you, he was taken aback at how beautiful you were. You weren’t doing anything special. Just standing next to your parents, yet he couldn’t help but admire how strikingly gorgeous you were. The red and gold dress you were wearing complimented your skin tone beautifully. He was glad that you had forgone the traditional headdress because he’s able to see your long, almost pitch black hair rest against your shoulders. You had the same soft-looking features as you mother, but look you had on your face resembled your father.
“You can let go of me now,” you said, breaking the Prince out of his thoughts. The song had ended and you were glad, but the Prince hadn’t let go of you. In fact, it didn’t even look like he was paying attention to anything as the two of you kept dancing along to nothing.
He quickly dropped your hand and let go of your waist and you did the same to him.
“Sorry,” he dipped his head.
The two of you went back to your parents at the throne. They were all talking among each other and it looked like they were having a nice time, but you knew your father was only playing it up for them so that the wedding could be finalized.
“You two looked so good out there!” Jaehyun’s mother cooed. You smiled politely at her and thanked her.
“Y/n, why don’t you show Prince Jaehyun around the palace,” your mother suggested. “He’ll be spending the night here so it’d be nice if he got familiar with it.”
“Oh no. I can wander around by myself,” Jaehyun waved her off politely. “I don’t want to be a bother.”
“Nonsense! The two of you can get to know each other without such a crowd!”
You silently cursed at your mother as she pushed the two of you out of the ballroom.
You had shown him around the entire palace. The kitchen, the rooms, the library, everything. Now you’re tired and even more grouchy because the palace was so goddamn huge and you don’t know why your mother suggested this. The two of you barely even talked.
Your last stop was the garden in the back, far away from the loud festival that was happening inside the palace.
It was probably your favourite place in the palace and the moment you stepped outside, your tense shoulders relaxed. It was separated from the main house by a river and your great-great-grandparents had built a stone bridge so that they were able to go back further. The separated garden was huge. A huge area of just maintained grass and plants along with giant feathery looking bushes and beautifully coloured flowers. There was a small stone path that leads all along the garden, but you rarely stuck to it. It also had a small man-made pond against the back wall with a little waterfall coming from the stones. There weren’t many trees so it made it easy for you to see the stars and you often came here when you wanted to escape your overbearing father.
“It’s so pretty here,” Jaehyun commented. He was sitting beside you on a small stone bench that overlooked the pond. The two of you were far back in the garden that you could barely see the main house. It used to scare you as a kid. You heard stories of assassins being able to sneak in and hide in your garden just waiting to take out a royal and you never strayed further than the stone bridge. Your father’s consultant used to take you farther back so you were able to see how beautiful it was and since then you always went into the green maze.
“It’s my favourite area. Away from everything and quiet. The perfect place to relax,” you sigh in content.
The two of you sat in silence for a while and you honestly forgot the Prince of Baekje was sitting next to you for a good portion of time.
“Hey, Princess,” you faintly hear Jaehyun whisper to you. You feel him shake your shoulder slightly and that’s when your eyes shoot open and you straighten up your back.
You don’t know when you fell asleep and it’s embarrassing that you probably fell asleep on the Prince’s shoulder.
“It’s getting a little cold out here. Do you want to go back inside before you catch a cold?” he asks.
“I’m not that fragile that I’ll catch a cold from just a small breeze,” you snap. You immediately stand up and walk away from the Prince, heading back into the house. Truthfully, you are that fragile and weak that you’ll probably end up getting a small cold tomorrow morning, but you don’t want to admit that to the Prince.
Jaehyun smiles to himself as he watches your fleeting figure.
You had fallen asleep on his shoulder and as much as he didn’t mind, he could feel you shivering every time the wind blew. Each time, you snuggled a little closer to him and he couldn’t help but smile at how cute your actions were.
You were in your pyjamas with your hair tied up and out of your face, cursing out the entire world for falling asleep on Jaehyun’s shoulder. You were sprawled out on your bed when you heard a faint knock on your door.
“Come in,” you call.
The door opens to reveal Jungwoo out of his hanbok and in his regular servant clothing.
“Hey. I haven’t seen you all night,” you say as you sit up. You’re glad he’s here. You’re mad you weren’t able to talk to him during the festival and just a tad bit sad you couldn’t dance with him either. You could’ve played it off that you were just dancing with everyone at the festival if your father brought it up, but you didn’t even get the chance.
“Is everything okay?” You ask after realizing Jungwoo hasn’t moved from your door. He’s looking everywhere except at you and it’s worrying you. He looks nervous and a little anxious and you can’t understand why. Did something happen at the festival? Did he get in trouble with your father? So many things are going through your head.
You hear Jungwoo mutter something under his breath before he looks directly at you and storms towards you. You’re about to ask if anything’s wrong again, but before you can even open your mouth, Jungwoo cups your cheeks with his hands and smashes his lips onto yours.
It takes you a few seconds to process what’s happening and then you realize Jungwoo, your best friend, your servant, the seemingly shy, timid boy you’ve loved since forever, is kissing you.
You bring your hands up to his shoulders and kiss him back.
You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but the two of you finally break apart.
“I’m sorry,” Jungwoo whispers. He leans back up and starts to walk away, but you catch his wrist, preventing him from going any further.
“I like you, Jungwoo. I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t care. I don’t care that you’re not royal and I don’t care that I’m being married off to someone else next year,” you said quickly.
You could visibly see Jungwoo’s shoulders relax as he let out a sigh of relief. You thought he was going to kiss you again when he leaned in, but he ended up pulling you into a tight hug. You weren’t mad at that and wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him as well.
The two of you snuck around the palace holding hands and giggling like five-year-olds for months. Sometimes you’d kiss in empty hallways and sometimes you’d kiss out in the garden away from everyone. He snuck you out of the palace once to go see the villagers celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was the first time you had gone outside of the palace.
The villagers were so bright and cheerful, a stark contrast to your father’s cold and heartless ways. The fireworks they let off scared you a little since they were so close, but Jungwoo held you tightly to him when they first spooked you. It was comforting and warm and you grew to admire the beautiful colours each one emitted as it shot off into the air.
Jungwoo kissed you that night. Out in the open where everyone could see. You weren’t in your usual attire and the villagers didn’t even know what you looked like, so it didn’t matter. It made you anxious, but you quickly relaxed in Jungwoo’s embrace.
The two of you went back to the palace happy and content.
When the two of you were snuggled up under your blankets and your head was resting against his warm chest, you almost forgot you were to be married next summer.
You and Jungwoo were just talking in the hallways as the two of you were heading to breakfast when you saw two of the royal guards coming towards you and Jungwoo. You didn’t think much of it and kept chatting with him.
That was until the two guards roughly grabbed onto each of Jungwoo’s arms. It shocked the both of you and you felt your stomach sink and uneasiness swell in your throat.
Jungwoo struggled against the two guards, but he was no match for their strength.
“What is the meaning of this!?” you yell at them. “Let him go!”
“Sorry, Princess, but it’s the King’s orders to take this man to the throne room immediately,” one of them said. The two guards started pulling Jungwoo towards the throne room, only furthering the dread in your stomach.
Not many people were allowed in the throne room. Only those begging for assistants from your father, your father’s consultants, specific guards, and the royal family. The only other time you heard of non-royals in the throne room was when your father sentenced them to exile or death. You can’t imagine why Jungwoo is being sent there, but you hope the sinking feeling in your stomach is wrong.
They dumped Jungwoo on your father’s floor and you quickly went to his side to help him stand up.
Your father was sitting on the throne, looking menacing as ever, and waved off the guards to stand next to the door.
“Why is he here, father?” You snap.
“I’m not surprised you’re here, y/n, but I’m glad you are,” he gives you a smile. It makes you sick. It’s a cold, sadistic smile. “I know of your relationship with this servant, y/n, and you can only imagine how upset I am,” he starts.
Your stomach drops.
How did your father find out? The two of you were so careful. You made sure no one was ever around when you so much as hugged or held hands. You made sure no one would come into your room when you and Jungwoo were there. You made sure of everything, so how could your father find out?
“I know you snuck out during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Maybe you should’ve been more careful of not being seen by the guards on the streets,” he says.
You curse under your breath.
“I’m really disappointed in you, y/n. You know you’re to be married to Prince Jaehyun and you know this thing is only a servant,” he points to Jungwoo. “I knew my father should’ve killed him when he had the chance. He came from a family of traitors, it was only time that he followed in their footsteps.”
You glare up at your father and hold onto Jungwoo’s side. You can feel Jungwoo shaking and you can feel your heart rate pick up. Your father is so unpredictable and ruthless and it scares you that you never really knew him as your father.
He was always the King. Nothing else.
Your father stands up from his seat and walks down the steps towards the two of you. He waves over to the two guards and motions for them to come grab onto you at the same time your father unsheathes the sword he always has attached on his side.
They roughly yank you away from Jungwoo. You struggle against them, but they’re by far stronger than you could ever handle.
You feel the tears forming in your eyes as you know what’s about to happen. You scream at your father to stop, at Jungwoo to run, at the guards to let you go, but none of them listens to you.
Jungwoo looks over at you and gives you a small smile and mouths “I love you,”
“I’m glad you’re here, y/n. You should see this.” You father says to you.
It all happens in a flash.
You see the glimmer of light bouncing off of your father’s sword and the flash of silver as your father mercilessly thrusts it into Jungwoo’s stomach.
You scream at your father, at Jungwoo, at the guards. You scream incoherently as tears pour from your eyes and you thrash in their hold.
You see Jungwoo’s clothes turn a bright red as blood pours out of the wound when your father retracts the sword from Jungwoo’s stomach. The once clean, silver sword, now a sickening bright red.
Jungwoo clutches his wound as he crumbles to the ground, coughing up even more blood.
Your father doesn’t even bat an eye as he cleans off the bloodied sword before waving to the guards to let you go.
The moment you feel them loosen their grip on you, you dash over to the bleeding boy and crouch down next to his side, tears blurring your vision.
You don’t even realize your father and the guards had left. The only thing on your mind is the boy right in front of you, bleeding out of his stomach because of you.
“Jungwoo,” you sob out. You place one of your hands to his abdomen, attempting to stop the blood from pouring out of the wound, but it doesn’t work. It only makes your hand bloody and the tears spill from your eyes faster. “I’m so sorry,” you cry.
“Don’t be,” Jungwoo coughs out. He weakly lifts one of his hands up to your face to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes, but it only serves to make them fall more. The feeling of his cold hand on your cheek a stark contrast to his normally warm skin.
“I’m so so sorry,” you choke out. “This is all my fault,”
Jungwoo coughs up more blood as his hand falls back down to the ground. His eyes are unfocused and his breathing barely coming out.
“I love you,” Jungwoo wheezes. His breath stops and the tension in his body releases.
Your world goes silent.
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Cuts and Bruises pt.2
words: 953
genre: still fluff
a/n: Uh I wasn’t planning on making a pt.2. It also not long because I didn’t know how to add on to the story so sorry to the anon who requested this bc you might be disappointed lmao.
You’re not sure what woke you up, but when you crack your eyes open to take a peek, you understand full well what, or who was the reason for your sleep being disturbed.
Lucas was staring intently at you with his one hand lightly brushing over the apples of your cheeks. His other hand was still securely wrapped around your waist. Your legs became tangled within each other’s throughout the night, but you have a sneaking suspicion Lucas had manoeuvred your leg to wrap around his own.
You weren’t complaining though. It felt comfortable.
“Good morning,” he beamed down at you when he saw your eyes flutter open.
“What time is it?” you ask, voice laced with sleep. It felt too early to be awake and the sunlight just barely seeping through your window only confirmed your hazy thoughts.
“Like 7am,” Lucas chirps.
You groan and thunk your head against his chest. “Why and how are you awake so early and why did you have the audacity to wake me up this early?” you smack his arm.
“I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming that I fell asleep in the most beautiful girl’s bed with said beautiful girl wrapped in my arms!” he happily replies.
You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and squirm away from him. He doesn’t let you get very far as he only tightens his hold on your waist and laughs.
“You’re embarrassing and I wish I never let you sleep over,” you grumble.
“Y/n,” he says. His voice softer and void of any teasing. You look up at him, wondering why he suddenly changed the tone in his voice. “I really like you and I’m sorry I’m such a burden to you.”
“You’re not a burden, Lucas,” you say as you bring your own hand up to his cheek. “You’re my best friend and I’m always happy when you’re around,” you take a deep breath. There’s nothing to lose as he already confessed his feelings to you twice, but it still makes you a little anxious. “I like you too. A lot, actually.”
His eyes widen just a tad as he gives you a shocked look. You’re not sure if he squeaks or you squeak, but he suddenly wraps both his arms fully around you as he brings you into his chest and hugs you tight.
“You’re crushing me,” you wheeze out.
“Sorry! I’m just really happy!” he laughs. “I thought you only thought of me as a friend! Mark told me to confess to you last night and when I told him I thought you’d push me away, he kicked me out of his apartment and told me I’m not allowed back in unless I tell you. Wow, I can’t believe you like me back!”
“Wait I thought you got beat up last night!” you yell.
“Well I kind of did,” he smiles sheepishly. “I did see a cat, but it wasn’t getting picked on. Actually, it picked on me and scratched my face when I tried picking it up to pet it,”
“How’d you get all those bruises then!” you cry out.
“I kind of fell?”
“You’re so unbelievably clumsy and I can’t believe I like you.” You scoff at the boy.
“I like you too!” he smiles goofily as he wraps his arms back around you and holds you close. You throw some weak punches at him in protest.
“I can’t believe you got in a fight because those boys were talking about me,” you roll your eyes at your now-boyfriend, Lucas. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with fresh bruises littered along his chest and arms and a few cuts and blotchy spots on his face.
“Of course I had to fight them! They kept saying that you’re just a play toy and that our relationship won’t last,” he pouted up at you.
“I don’t care what they say about me, Lucas,” you sigh. You finish up applying the ointment to the corner of his lips before standing up straight and putting your hands on your hips. “I’m really running out of your favourite printed bandages and I don’t want to buy more because they’re more expensive than regular old ones.” you tsk.
“But I do,” he whines. He places his hands on top of your own and brings you closer to him. You stumble a bit, not expecting him to pull you in and your hands fly to his shoulders to stop you from fully colliding with Lucas. “You’re so much better than anyone I’ve ever met and I hate that people keep talking behind your back because of me.”
You smile at your pouting boyfriend and card your hand through his hair. “Don’t listen to them because their opinions are based on backless assumptions. They just want to talk, so let them and we can show them how wrong they are, okay?”
He nods and the two of you smile at each other, letting the calm silence comfort the atmosphere.
You feel his hands snake around to your back and gently push you impossibly close to him. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but when you feel one of his hands slide down to the back of your thigh and lightly tug it towards him, you understand.
He gently guides you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hip and your faces so close to each other. He smiles up at you before his gaze casts down to your lips.
You bite your lip nervously. You know what he’s thinking this time and it doesn’t surprise you when he leans his head in and captures your lips with his own.
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