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Island Princess » Shin Hoseok

- summary: can I request a prince wonho scenario where the reader is the long lost princess of the neighboring kingdom and w/ wpnho it’s love at first sight? words: 3870 category: fluff + angst author note: once again thx to marissa for helping me get started w this. also this is highkey inspired by barbie and the island princess bc i loved that movie so yeah enjoy

Wonho awoke to the feeling of slender fingers raking gently through his scalp. For a moment, he thought he was back at his castle, where his mother would sometimes wake him up by running her hands through his hair. That option deteriorated quickly when he tasted sand in the roof of his mouth.

That’s right, he thought, suddenly remembering what had happened.

He had been traveling, something he had been doing since he was a teenager. Exploring the world and its wonders had to be Wonho’s favorite activity. He even had his own ship: a small fishing boat with a crowded hold underneath for him to sleep in. All he used the boat for was transportation. Otherwise, he was on land, exploring whatever new continent he had decided to land on this time. In between his exploring, he often had to visit with the higher-ups and socialites of the land and discuss business. That was the deal he had made with his father: as long as he carried out his princely duties, he could explore.

Usually, there were no casualties. Somewhere between Aruba and St Lucia, however, there had been a storm. It was horrible, and Wonho hadn’t expected to live through it. He had been thrown overboard, and was unfortunately carried away from his boat. In fact, now that he thought about it, he wasn’t even sure he had survived the storm.

It was possible he was on Heaven’s shores, and the comfort he was receiving came from an angel.

He suddenly retched, fully awake now as the action painfully strained his already dry throat. His eyes opened widely, stinging from the salt encrusted around the lids.

He was on all fours now, dry heaving and coughing up sand. The comforting hand had lowered to his back, patting him assuringly.

“There you go, pal,” spoke their voice.

Wonho looked up, and the first thing he wanted to ask was if you were, indeed, an angel. It wasn’t hard to imagine. Not when your eyes were bright and merry. Not when your smile seemed pure and innocent. You even wore a white dress, albeit tattered and dirty, over what looked like cotton trousers. “Are you an angel?”

You snorted, rather un-angel like in Wonho’s opinion. “No. I’m Y/n. Welcome to my island.”

Wonho sat up and squinted against the sun as he observed the small island. It looked rather empty, save the vast forest in the middle of it. Water surrounded all sides, and it made Wonho queasy to think of staying here long enough for the tide to draw in. “Did you see my boat? Do you know where it could be?”

You reached out a hand to calm his frantic figure struggling dizzily to get up. “Relax. Your boat came in before you did. I swam out and dropped the anchor. It showed up up on the other side of the island, you know. I can’t believe you drifted this far and actually managed to arrive on the shore. Unfortunately, it looks like your motor is broken or something.”

Wonho took in your words, counting himself lucky that he managed to stay alive. “Were you shipwrecked too?”

“Years and years ago. I must’ve been around five years old.”

“Oh, no,” Wonho groaned, bracing himself on all fours and struggling to control his breathing. “How am I going to get home?”

Fortunately for Wonho, you didn’t take his words offensively. Instead, you wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him up onto his feet. “There you go. We’ll get you to my hut. You can heal there.”

Wonho wasn’t sure what you meant by “heal”, until he felt a warm liquid ooze down his side. He looked down, “I’m bleeding.”

“I know. You must’ve hit some coral or something while you were floating around. I’ll patch you up nicely when we return home and make you some soup.”

“You have food here?”

“How else would I be alive?” you laughed, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Most people call me Wonho.”

“Well, Wonho, I’m glad you washed up on my shore. It gets pretty lonely here.”

“I can imagine.”

You set Wonho down on your makeshift bed and began rummaging around your small one-roomed home, searching for any healing balms you had made recently. Once you found the paste, you turned back towards Wonho, who was propped on his elbows, admiring your hut. “So it’s just you?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” you replied, sitting beside him. He unbuttoned his shirt as you talked. “There was somebody else with me. A woman. She — I don’t know how to say this — she left when I was asleep one night. By the time I woke up to the commotion of the ship, it was already out of earshot. They couldn’t hear me.”

“How old were you then?”

“I don’t know,” you answered, spreading some balm over his wound. “Maybe eight years old?”

Wonho hissed, and you weren’t sure if the reaction was from your words or from the balm. “Eight? Why would she leave a child alone?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember much before the island. I don’t know if she was my mother, or a relative, or a kidnapper. I can never remember.”

You began to tear the thin sheet under Wonho’s form. Once you tore a strip long enough, you wrapped it around the man’s torso, tying it tightly in the front. “If this starts leaking or bleeding, let me know.”

“Thanks,” Wonho said, already in the process of buttoning his shirt back up. “If you want to leave, we can. Once it’s fixed, my boat will sail us back to my kingdom. You can stay with me until you get settled.”

You tensed at his words, feeling a strange sense of urgency that you couldn’t quite place. “Kingdom? Are you a prince?”

Why does the thought of a kingdom comfort me? your thoughts swirled around your head like an annoying gnat you couldn’t bat away.

“I am,” Wonho answered. “I won’t make you go if you don’t want to, obviously. Although, I don’t know why anyone would want to stay here by themselves.”

“You kind of get used to it,” you admitted. “Now, try to get some actual rest. Dinner will be ready when you wake up.”

“You never answered my question,” Wonho said, pulling your thin blanket over his body.

“That’s because I don’t have an answer yet.”

Wonho was much more beautiful to look at then the sea. While he was sleeping, you unknowingly stopped to watch him.

It had been a long time since you had seen another human in the flesh, so you weren’t sure if his beauty came from actual attration or just the fact that he’s the first boy you’ve seen in over a decade.

While he slept, his black hair fell over his face, matted down with sweat. He surely wasn’t used to the tropical climate you experienced every day. Your mind went to only a few hours ago, when you were running your fingers through his soft locks in the hope of comforting him. Now you wished you could do it again.

His skin looked beautiful too. You thought back to his toned abs and chest and felt warmth spread through your cheeks.

Unsure of how to wake him, you merely tapped him on the shoulder. “Wonho? You need to eat something.”

He stirred a bit, incoherent mumbles escaping his lips before he finally opened his eyes and looked at you. “Hello, beautiful.”

You were taken back by his choice of words, unsure of what to say. You didn’t own a mirror. The closest thing you had to seeing yourself was the water’s reflection, which never worked. So you often wondered if you were pretty. “What color are my eyes?”

“What?” Wonho sat up, wincing slightly. “Your eyes? Y/e/c, why?”

“I just never knew, is all.” You shook your head to dismiss the subject, “It’s nothing. Um, I searched your boat and found your clothes and some blankets and pillows. Is it okay that I brought them here?”

“Of course,” Wonho replied. “It probably gets cold at night, doesn’t it?”

You laughed mirthlessly, “Yeah. Especially when the tide is in.”

Wonho suddenly glanced down your figure, his eyebrows furrowed. “Aren’t you cold now? Your clothes are wet.”

“Well, I had to swim to get to the boat. I took everything one at a time and wore a life jacket so I could hold them above the water while getting back to shore.”

“You didn’t need to do that!” Wonho said, exasperated. He stood up and grabbed his favorite blanket, a large wool one that he took everywhere with him. “Here, use this.” He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and held it closed at your front. “Next time let them get wet. We can just dry them.”

“Okay,” you said, unable to stop yourself from looking into the prince’s eyes.

He seemed mesmerized too, in his own way, and pulled you closer to him. “Y/e/c. They’re mesmerizing, you know. One day I’ll take you to a place with a mirror, and you’ll get to see just how pretty they are. How pretty you are.”

“I’m not sure I’d like that,” you admitted shakily, warm under Wonho’s gaze. “It’s kind of nice not knowing. It gives me confidence.”

“Oh no, darling,” Wonho insisted, dipping his head so that his nose bumped against yours, “You have to see. I dare say that with your looks, you must’ve been a princess in your past life.”

Your heart began to beat faster, but no longer because of Wonho’s sweet words or close hold. This was because of what he called you. It felt familiar, as if you had been called it before. “P–Princess?”

“Yeah,” Wonho pulled away and sat back down, ready to have his bandages checked. “You can be an island princess.”

As much as Wonho liked you (which was a lot) he wasn’t sure he could stand the island. It was the ultimate game of survival, he quickly learned. All you did day in and day out was rummage for food and cook it. After that, you had time to wash up and eat, but that was it. You had no time to do anything else. If you wanted to spend the day doing something else, you’d have to give up a meal.

Wonho was afraid of the storms as well. They were good, since they were the only way you received clean water, but they were loud. Wonho already hated storms, but sitting in the middle of one and just waiting for it to be over? Terrifying.

You didn’t seem afraid at all. In fact, it was like you couldn’t even hear the roar of the thunder above you, or the bright lightening that struck a bit too close to your hut for Wonho’s liking. He had to wonder if you even felt the very foundation of your hut shaking from the wind.

It was around midnight, and the two of you were sleeping on your makeshift cots, staring up at the bamboo ceiling and struggling to ignore the rainwater that seeped through the cracks.

You were asleep, Wonho was sure, but he couldn’t even close his eyes. He turned on his side and watched you, already feeling guilty for what he was about to do. “Y/n? Can you wake up?”

Your eyes opened quickly. “I’m already awake.”

“Oh. Well, can I tell you something?”

“What is it?”

“I’m afraid of storms. I feel like crying right now.”

You looked at him. “I used to be afraid too. Especially after I was left alone. The loud cracks of thunder terrified me and made me want to hide away. Unfortunately, you just get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it,” Wonho said, jumping once more as thunder clapped loudly overhead. “I want to go home, where it’s safe.”

“I know,” you whispered, “and to me, that’s scarier than the biggest storm.”

Wonho felt his heart break at your words. Even though it had only been about a week, he too had grown attached to you. The thought of leaving you made him upset. That’s why he couldn’t leave until you went with him. He wouldn’t leave you alone. He didn’t think he could.

Without another word, he lifted your arm and positioned himself under it, so that his head was rested on your chest. He wrapped his arm around your middle and pulled you as close to you as he could. It was easy to be vulnerable in the dark, especially when the sound of thunder seemed to drown out any words uttered in moments of weakness.

“C'mon,” you coaxed Wonho. Goosebumps ran up your leg as you stepped into the cold waves of the morning. The wind blew your hair this way and that, often obstructing your view. You pulled Wonho along with you, his large hand wrapped around yours.

He sighed, and you knew it was because he could never say no to you.

It had been around a month (Wonho had been charting the days) since he washed up on shore. Since then, Wonho had gotten more used to the island life. After he fully healed, he spent day in and day out working on his motor. Fortunately, he had a toolbox and motor oil in his boat, as he always did. All he had to do was repair the motor and then convince you to come home with him.

You wanted him to rest for the day, so you convinced Wonho to help you search for crabs. They were something easy to make, since you could boil them. Wonho reluctantly agreed.

“It’s cold!” he yelled as you pulled him in. “Why are you making me do this?”

“Because we have to eat tonight!” you replied.

“The quicker I get that motor fixed, the quicker we both can get home and eat to our hearts content. Have you ever had some really nice seasoned chicken?”

“Not that I know of. Maybe when I was little.”

“It’s my favorite,” Wonho said, his smile growing. “The castle cook used to make it for me all the time back home.”

There was that word again, and that tug in your chest, making you long for something unknown. “Can you tell me more about the castle?”

Wonho’s entire face brightened. “Yeah! There are four kingdoms. I’m the prince of the Piscis Kingdom. We’re close to the sea, and our main businesses are seafood and boating. You’d love it there. Our castle is the smallest, but it’s filled with pretty fountains and cushioned sofas.”

“What about the other kingdoms?”

“Well there’s the Equus Kingdom. They pride themselves on their purebred horses. Then the Stellae Kingdom. They use the stars to dictate how they rule. It’s pretty risky, but it works for them.”

“The last one?” you urged him, hoping something might reenter your brain. “What’s the last kingdom called?”

Wonho frowned. “The Flos Kingdom? They are still having a grieving period, so we’ve been respectfully keeping our distance.”

“Why are they grieving?”

“Their daughter was taken years ago. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. I was nine, and my mother woke me up urgently. We traveled all the way to Flos, where all four kingdoms had come to search for the princess, who was no where to be found. We searched day and night but nothing came up…” Wonho looked up, recognition in his face, “How old did you say you were when you got shipwrecked.”

Tears were already streaming down your face. Feelings of relief, panic, and heartache filled you as you watched Wonho’s reaction. “That’s why I thought those terms sounded familiar. Castle, Kingdom, Prince… Wonho, I think I’m the lost princess.”

Wonho pulled you in his warm embrace, hoping to comfort you however he could. “But the princess’ name isn’t Y/n.”

“That’s what the woman called me. I guess she named me after we arrived.”

Wonho ran his hands down your arms. “Do you know what this means, Y/n?”

You smiled, feeling as if a crushing weight had just been lifted off of your shoulders. Years of wondering who you were and where your memories pieced in finally came together in your mind. “It means I’m going home.”

Wonho fixed up the motor as quickly as he could, only stopping for quick naps or meals inbetween.

Meanwhile, you struggled to pack up the things you wished to bring with you. As much as your island might’ve seemed like a prison, it was the only home you knew. It meant the world to you, and you weren’t sure you’d ever be okay with leaving it permanently.

Once your bags were packed and the motor was fixed, the two of you set off, watching your island get smaller and smaller. “I can come back, right?”

“Sure, you can,” Wonho comforted you. He interlocked his fingers with yours. “I don’t see why anyone wouldn’t let you.”

“What if my return makes the news and everyone wants to come visit the island I lived on? What if they turn it into a museum or something?”

Wonho squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Well you see, the great thing about it is that we don’t have to tell them anything about the island. I can say I found you in Aruba, at one of the inns I was staying at. We have the entire trip back to make up a story about how you bravely escaped your kidnapper and have been working to buy a boat and return to your kingdom this entire time.”

“So it can just be our little island?”

Wonho’s ears turned a slight shade of pink as you looked at him. “Yes,” he leaned down to peck your nose, causing you to giggle. “Our little island.”

You were shaking when you saw the docks. Your grip on the prince’s arm tightened. “Wonho? You aren’t going to leave me, right?”

“I won’t. We can just go see your parents and then you can choose whether you want to stay with them or go with me.”

“I want to go with you,” you replied instantly, burying your face into Wonho’s chest.

Wonho chuckled, sending a vibration down his chest. “At least meet them, Y/n. It would make it fair.”

“Okay,” you agreed nervously.

It was as if you and Wonho were attached at the hip, for you refused to let go of him as the two of you walked down the square. The place seemed familiar to you, but not enough to make you leave the only person you knew in the world.

“Would you like a strawberry tart, dear?” a plump lady asked from the side of the road, her vending cart filled with baked goods.

“N–No thanks,” you whispered, eyes wide at the arrangements of sweets. After living on seafood for over a decade, you wondered what a strawberry tart even tasted like.

You followed Wonho’s lead all the way to the palace gates, where your resolve began to crumble. “What if they don’t like me?” you asked. “What if they’re mean?”

Wonho turned to you, his gaze softening. “Y/n, look at me.”

You reluctantly lifted your eyes to meet his. He pressed his forehead against yours, allowing your breaths to mingle together before he answered, “Your parents are some of the nicest people I have ever met, and to this day they have never stopped searching for you. But if something feels off, or you’d just feel safer, you’re still welcome to stay with me. I won’t leave unless you tell me to.”

You nodded, “Thanks, Wonho.”

There you stood, hand in Wonho’s and eyes trapped on the couple in front of you. They were waiting for you to speak, but you didn’t know if you could.

The king looked regal. He looked like a man who had been through wars but still remained strong for his people. He looked like someone you could depend on.

The queen looked so beautiful. Everything about her seemed gentle and kind, especially her eyes. Her head was cocked to the side as she spoke, her voice like honey, “What is it, dear? What’s wrong?”

You broke then. Tears flooded your vision as you choked out, “It’s me. I’m your daughter.”

The queen immediately burst into tears, her hands cupping her mouth. “How? Where did you go? Did Prince Wonho find you?”

You nodded, eyes cutting to the king, who was struggling to hold in tears. “Wonho found me. I came back as soon as I remembered who I was.”

“My daughter,” the king spoke, choked up. His voice was rough and gravelly, but there was familiarity there, as if he had sung you lullabies when you were a child. He walked forward and outstretched his arms, “May I?”

You didn’t answer, but merely let go of Wonho’s hand and ran to your father. You soon felt your mother hugging you as well.

For awhile, it was just the three of you sobbing. Unsure of everything and not quite believing that the present was happening.

Your mother pulled back first, clearing her throat before she looked at Wonho. “How do we repay you for bringing her back to us?”

Wonho looked surprised at the notion, and his gaze drifted towards you. “Just give me a few minutes alone with her. That’s all I ask.”

The king and queen respected his request and left the room, signaling at a few servants to begin prepping a room for you.

Wonho grabbed both of your hands. “You’re staying, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “I need to be with them. I have to learn more about them and who I was. I have to know who I’m supposed to be.”

Wonho smiled and looked upwards in an effort to hide the obvious pain in his eyes. “I guess I should’ve seen this coming. It’s good, you know, that you aren’t closing yourself off to people. It might be awkward at first, but I’m sure you’ll come to love them just as all the kingdoms do.”

“Don’t think you’ve gotten rid of me,” you said, a coy smile on your face. “I still have to try that seasoned chicken you talked so highly about.”

“Right,” Wonho laughed. “I’m just a carriage ride away, you know.”

“I know.” You paused. “I love you, Wonho. I hope you know that by doing this I’m not leaving you.”

Wonho cupped your face then, and pressed his lips onto yours eagerly and roughly, as if to show how much he needed your words to be true. “I love you too,” he breathed against your lips before kissing you again, as if sealing a promise.

When the two of you parted, he smiled bashfully. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you, if we’re being honest.”

You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck casually. “If we’re telling the truth, I think you should know that you have an awesome body.”

“Stop, I’m blushing.”

“Good,” you teased, leaning in to kiss him once again.

»the end«

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