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chapter three

pairing/s: royalty!seventeen x princess!sibling!reader + non!idol!park jongseong x bestfriend!reader (non-idol!enhypen x reader)

warning/s: implications of over-working one's self

word count: 1,874

a/n: this one's sort of just a filler chapter but also to establish other plots of the story — i see it that way anyway lol ALSO THANK U SM FOR THE SUPPORT THE PAST FEW CHAPTERS THEY ALL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME. tell me what you think as well, there’s nothing else i love more than interact and speculate w other people hehe — hopefully i've added everyone that requested on the taglist — if not, send a message, reply and/or comment (same goes for those who want to be added!) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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The young girl stays silent as Jongseong frantically moved around his room, packing articles of clothing for his term on Decelis. Her eyes follow his movements, wondering where to begin her questions “Are you excited this year?” she finally asks, handing him a shirt she had been mindlessly folding on his bed.

“Yes... no... Maybe? Apparently, we’re getting loads of new students this year — not to mention my exams coming up.” The boy sighs, accepting the article of clothing. The princess hums, deciding right then that maybe that one question was enough for now. Jongseong goes quiet, scanning the open suitcase on his floor. He huffs, making eye contact with Y/N before planting himself face first on his bed, where she had been sat on the edge.

She chuckles, adjusting to a criss-cross position, facing him. Lost in her own thoughts, wandering towards when the two first met…

Y/N was only 5 years old, her head just barely reaching Joshua’s waist. The older boy decided to her bring along , the two walking around their town’s times square. Every inch seemed to be covered by vendors, each selling their own unique items. Hand in hand, her eyes were wide as saucers as the two wandered from one stall to another — the girl never failing to shy away from the compliments given by everyone.

“I feel like my charm is gone, gongjunim. It seems like you stole all of it.”

The little girl giggles, growing a smile on Joshua’s face. They continue their trip, Joshua stopping the both of them briefly wondering where to go to next.

“Oppa, can we get something to eat? I’m hungry,” she asks, eyes set on to something as she spoke. Joshua follows her line of sight, chuckling upon seeing the taiyaki displayed. “I’m assuming you want taiyaki?” the boy says, making eye contact with Y/N. She reveals a toothy grin, two small hands clutching onto Joshua’s. “Yes please!”

They ended up sitting on one of the available dining spaces. Despite the two being alright with the ones displayed just moments prior their arrival, Joshua trying his best to save the owner the hassle — whom they learned was a lovely middle-aged woman named Jin-ae — insisted on making them fresh ones.

It was quiet, save for the sizzling of batter hitting the pan and the shouts of a couple kids nearby, playing. This catches Joshua’s attention, gaze moving from the group of kids to his younger sister. He sighs, watching the curious expression on her face. “Do you want to join them?”.

Joshua sees when he broke the small trance she was in, laughing lightly. “Huh?”, Y/N’s confused eyes meets his amused ones. Right when he was about to ask again, a ball rolls towards them — stopping just where her feet hang in the air, the chair not really for people her size.

“Can you pass the ball, please?” one of the kids yell. They don’t seem to realise they were shouting at the kingdom’s princess. If more adults were nearby, the kids would've already been told off, in forms of threatening whispers and harsh glares. Joshua didn't seem to mind. In fact, no member of the family really bothered with formal addresses when it comes to their people, after all — they work with them, not for.

He observes as his little sister gets off the chair, grabbing a hold of the ball, sensing the conflict in her eyes. One factor he knew too well himself.

It wasn't until recently that the family became closer with the town. Joshua was only the same age as his sister when their grandparents — the former rulers of the kingdom — died. It was also the same time his own parents made the rules looser, less strict. To be more as one rather being the higher ups. Of course, being the official monarchy of Pledis, they still had extra responsibilities the rest of them didn't. That didn't mean the people weren't lesser than them which was what their grandparents were. It was not long until they made friends around the kingdom, no longer restricted to just their siblings and occasional children of other rulers to play with. Not that it was a problem, it just felt nicer to be free.

Joshua soon realised his little sister did not know anyone her age. For so long, her playmates were always her brothers — or whichever staff was available in the palace, like he was once. The sigh that leaves his lips was of recognition, a crease on his forehead. “Go,” he encourages. Her head snaps towards his direction, mouth slightly hanging open, excitement sparkling in her eyes. Joshua smiles fondly, nodding once again, gesturing towards the other kids. “I’ll call you when it’s time to go, yeah? And I’ll bring the taiyaki.”

Y/N nods, a smile on her face as she makes a run towards the group. She approaches one of the boys, handing him the ball. “I’m Jongseong! But my friends call me Jay. You can call me Jay too!”

The sounds of clicking brings her back to reality. Y/N blinks rapidly, gaze growing clear — making contact with Jongseong’s concerned eyes. “Are you okay? I lost you for a bit there,” he says, sitting up. Y/N smiles, instantly calming the boy down. “I was just thinking about when we first saw each other.”

The smile on Jay’s face matches hers. He chuckles, shaking his head as he lays down and stares at the ceiling. “That was… forever ago.”

Y/N hums in agreement, manoeuvring around the space she was on to mimick Jay. They remain quiet, attention focused on the several pictures he had littered all over his walls. Her brows furrow, growing curious as one catches her eye. It was by the corner, almost overshadowed by the other surrounding it.

Key word: almost.

She could remember that moment any day.

'It must be a core memory' — Hansol had said once during their conversations.

“Jay?”

“Hm?”. The boy hums, waiting for Y/N to continue. The lack of a reply had him trying again.

“Gongjunim?”

The nickname slipped out of his mouth too easily. Internally cringing, he hopes Y/N didn’t catch on the secondary meaning of his call. “It’s nothing, just ignore me.” The princess sighs, a torn expression on her face. Jeongsong frowns, getting up from his position to face his best friend. He kneels down in front of her, eyes meeting hers. “You know you can tell me, right?” he whispers, a hand reaching out to take a hold of hers. Y/N closes her eyes at the contact, throat suddenly feeling tight.

Quickly gathering herself up, Y/N clears her throat and open her eyes. The tiny squeeze she gave Jeongsong’s hand had the boy visibly relaxing, allowing a tiny smile to form on her face. “Not right now. I’m sorry,” she apologises. He only smiles, giving her hand another squeeze before standing up. “It’s okay. I can wait.”

When sun decided to show its orange hue, Y/N started to excuse herself — the time to go home clocking in. Jay insisted on walking the princess home, despite her protests.

“Can’t have the princess walking in darkness, you know. Who knows what’ll happen.”

“You do know that princess excuse doesn’t work on me anymore, right?”

She lied.

After all, Jay was right. If something had happened to her that night, the whole kingdom would go in to shambles. And Jay being the last known person she was with would mean he would be the prime suspect.

It was not being the princess that stopped her but she knew that she would rather strangle someone than get her best friend excluded for something he didn’t do.

Arriving safely back to the palace, the flush on her cheeks after the the kiss Jay left on the crown of her head slowly fading away, she makes her way towards the music room, looking for a particular brother. Knocking twice, she waits for Jihoon’s call of ‘come in’. Seconds pass and there was no sound. She knocks again, louder this time — hoping she was just too quiet the first time. When another round of silence hits her, she invites herself in.

The music room was dark, save for the few lamps Jihoon kept on for himself. Although quite dim, there was enough light for her to notice the slouched figure by the round table.

“Aish!”

Y/N huffs, rolling her eyes. She closes the door behind her, making sure not to make too much noise. Taking careful steps, she quietly hums to herself as she gathers the sheets of paper surrounding Jihoon. Each was full of random scribbles, varying colours of pen scratching the plain surface. She stacks them one by one, careful not to mess up the order of the dates written on the corners. Reaching the last few on the table, ready to call it done when she just notices a few others scattered on the floor.

“Yah… oppa… you were really at it today, weren’t you…” she mumbles, crouching down to pick up a few more. Her fingers catch on to one, realising the slight difference in the shade.

Most of the time, Y/N tries her best not to read too much of the contents Jihoon has written when visiting, in fear of spoiling too much for herself and upsetting her brother. After all, she’s willing to wait when he’s ready to share.

But curiosity won this time around. Her brows furrow at the rather old date of the paper — confused on why it had been gathered with the more recent ones. From what she knew, Jihoon always kept older ones in his files.

“いつかきっと君が僕の心に (Someday you might be in my heart…)”

She reads, taking note of the larger blank spaces between lines.

“青空見つめもう (Gazing the blue sky, _______)

誰かのすべてになりたいんだ (I want to be someone’s everything…)”

“Must’ve been one of his unfinished works,” she whispers, shrugging her shoulders as she puts it at the very back of the stack in her hands.

Y/N continues her tidying, careful not to make too much noise. Moments later, pens were in holders and papers were in a box, and it was just Y/N and the still sleeping Jihoon.

She carefully places her hand on his shoulder, shaking the older boy slightly. “Oppa,” she whispers, giving him another shake. Jihoon moves, shifting on his seat before going still again. “Jihoon oppa, it’s time to wake up,” she says, louder this time.

Incoherent words come out of Jihoon’s mouth as he slowly gains his senses. Rubbing the sleep off his eyes, he looks around — the blurry image of Y/N standing beside him getting clearer. “Gongjunim, are you alright?”.

The princess playfully scoffs at the question, raising an inquisitive brow towards Jihoon. “Me? I should be asking you that, oppa. The snores coming from your mouth tell me you haven’t been sleeping for days.” Although Y/N was teasing, she can’t help but let the tiniest bit of worry seep through upon wondering if she somehow told the truth. The annoyed laugh from Jihoon washes it all away.

“It’s almost dinner by the way. I’ll see you down there, yeah?”

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