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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?! : Part 2

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 1

SUMMARY the male lead was suppose to fall in love with the female lead, and yet how did he even gain an interest in you?! clenching your fist as determination blazes your orbs as you're now far beyond determined to make him dislike you for once and for all.

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🎵...BLUEBEARD

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

"b-be your wife?!" your features contorted horrendously, along with immense cringing.

this prince. this fucking prince.. no way did he just ask me to be his wife?! your orbs ogled out as his words chanted within the void of your mind, mocking your very efforts to sway this prince away to his land of fairytale, and to where he rightfully belongs.

screw you?!

"i don't want to dance with you, nor be your wife, or for you to be good for me! get. fucking. lost!"

it's safe to say, that you punched a fist right to his face after him spewing such shitty nonsense. that alone adding an nth time of gasps from everyone in the ballroom.

right now, unfortunately, you were sprinting to the long ass hallway without ever looking back. okay let's say you did look back and fortunately no one or neither the prince were chasing after you.

seriously, what has gone wrong with the male lead?! how in the actual fuck he had taken an interest in you? it seems as if every action you did to push him away only pulls him closer. might as well reset yourself from this world if you can.

whining immensely as you recalled your female lead's precious grin, "liz! what has come to my story?!"

yet to your utter disappointment and shock even, the news of the prince literally proposing to you minus the one punch incident had somehow quickly reached the entire nation, everyone and anyone you could think of has been informed of the incident between you and the prince. confirming it totally as you walked through the market with the female lead.

you’ve come to a final conclusion that the prince must have sealed everyone’s lips that was present at that ball, probably for your sake.

"his royal highness has truly taken a liking towards you, milady." liz pulled up a proud smile which had you cringing. like please don't do that, please don't. you weren't supposed to be smiling like this.

"oh god, kindly refrain from uttering that prince's in front of my face, liz. he's nothing but a—" you immediately stopped yourself from spewing shit about the prince as you don't want to ruin liz's perception on him, which would possibly furthering the already inflicted damage on your original story.

you sigh dejectedly, as your eyes lazily gaze somewhere instead. wanting to take off the stress from your chest for a while.

throwing yourself on your bed after an entire day out with liz, you refuse to attend any noble event since you discarded all the invitation letters with the contents consisting of them congratulating you for being the prince's fiancée which had you cringing to your core.

your deadpan look as you threw all of the letters had the maids bringing the tray of food—mortified to say the least.

how couldn't you? those nobles sending in a bunch of letters obviously had traces of malice and envy engraved in those over exaggerated fonts, they are akin to a predator waiting in patience for you—a little lamb to reveal itself as a free buffet.

buffet? wife? where did my comfy life go? where?!

you've decided to hide in the comfort of your manor till this so-called news of you being the prince's fiancée died out. but how long would it take then? would it take a week? a month? oh god, you're wishing it won't have to take that far as you also need a bunch of fresh air.

groaning again you did as you couldn't possibly hid forever too, as the author of this novel; you are fully aware of how you crafted the prince's character, that despite all of the charms and dazzling traits you moulded into him, you've added one specific thing that had him stood out the most and that was he's beyond possessive and obsessed with the female lead as it was rooted from one of his traits; competitive, dedicated and most of the time, he doesn't like to lose and that he had to get what he wanted or else..

chaos it is, and such chaos coming from the prince himself are not to be underestimated.

you are having such an enormous urge to bang your head on your bed right now as how couldn't you? who doesn't want a male lead to live and die for their lover? of course you and your damn adorable readers!

well, fiction isn't to be confused with reality after all. but damn your life for this is your reality now—here in your own very novel.

screw your novel, screw your life, screw reality, screw the prince! you might just as well fall into your slumber now as you try to plan another way to avoid that very prince you crafted.

"milady? would you like to try the new gown we had customised for you from the town's boutique?"

"what? new gown? since when did i ask for you to customise me one?"

"just.. the head maid had asked for it as another letter had arrived from the royal palace, more specifically, the prince himself had asked for your presence for the upcoming ballroom this week."

"nah uh?!" you emphasised in slight irritation. "don't make me repeat this again, juliet. i'd rather have the cup of chocolate i asked you for just now than attend such pointless event."

"but milady!"

"oh dear heavens, my silky and puffy blankets are to be treasured upon my hands—" burying your head in your pillow as your maid had a defeated expression, pouting slightly. lifting your head almost immediately when your maid left, you muttered endlessly to your void or more specifically to the prince. “inviting me for another ballroom, do you think that i’m stupid? now feel free to dance all by your own!—”

a pair of birds chirped in a melodious, and harmonious tone on the edge of the window.

the sun rays peering through the swaying curtains glints against your fluttering eyelashes, causing your orbs to hid behind the shield of your splayed fingers. stretching your arms upwards, a sense of satisfaction surged through your veins—fueling the corners of your lips to pull up in the widest grin.

it been approximately six days since then, with no news nor an invitation had arrived from the prince himself.

it can’t be that you've successfully overturned your fate by not attending the prince's second invitation, squinting mischievously—he must have lose interest in you for not visiting your manor, doesn't he? with his character, he couldn't have possibly had gone that long! he sure would've been tremendously patient regarding political affairs but never at the female lead!

in chapter 16 of your novel, "blooming romances" where you've written the development of their romance that had your reader's heart evaporating into nothingness as they weep under the comment section over how a single sentence you wrote had made them feel so damn single and why they haven't found a guy like the prince yet:

-> a paragraph from chapter 16 ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

after gaining the heart of lady liz; prince jungwon was beyond ecstatic to have another day out with his lover, however alike the eclipse's separation—royal and political affairs had ripped him away from the comfort of his lover's arms. thus, he had been occupied with so much papers within the palace's quarters.

yet as soon as the grey cloak crawled back over the blue sky, pulling the moon back with it—so does the prince himself, leaving the stacked up papers on his desk and appearing before the lady's quarters after much effort climbing onto the firm tree.

wasting not a single breathe, as the apples of his cheeks serving as a physical form of his infatuation towards the lady—the tips of his tongue mellowed in instinct for her, along with his hand that were accustomed to his sword's handle to enveloped beneath her fingers—pressing a lover's vow on the top of her hand through his faint red lips.

"milady, i fear i no longer have the strength to contain myself from letting out a single breath without your presence." his lips ghosted against his lover's ear, "it had my patience crumbling into nothing when you, milady had reigned over my heart."

— was what the male lead had voiced out rather solemnly to his lover, as he couldn't bear to be stay one more night without her presence.

yet it doesn't seem to be that case in yours! fucking good news, finally!

ah! what a joyous occasion! you plopped on the bed with your gathered strength as you giggled like a child. bliss consumed your entire soul with your surging scream alerting the entire manor.

swaying your pillow in a circular frantic motion as you sprinted towards your hallway, "juliet! liz! i'm the happiest person ever in the world— oh jesus, someone hosts a damn buffet and tell everyone in the manor to join!"

"milady!" your grin only grew wider as the sight of juliet sprinting towards your way greeted your eyes.

"juliet! oh dear, you should—"

"milady!" she panted right after falling on your arms. "the— the—"

"hm? why are you sweating so much? what happened?"

taking a deep humongous breath she did before uttering one sentence that had your head, mind, and soul blasting into the ghost quiet vacuum of space.

"the prince— his royal highness has arrived!"

"what?!" your jaw dropped on the ground with dozens of imaginary gigantic mirrors crashing behind you in a comical way as your expressions darkened into utter horror.

🎵. . .WAKE UP

a chirping bright blue bird with its harmonious song apparently had been crashed by a swerving black velvet bird from the sky, resulting in both of them colliding and falling on top of another on the lush green blades, just a few distance away from where the table you and the prince were at.

"why. are. you—i mean his royal highness doing here again? i'm sure i've made it clear that i simply wanted nothing to do with you, didn't i? prince jungwon?" crossing your arms, holding a firm resolution in your foot before the prince as you two sat down for a tea, in the refreshing garden behind your manor.

there he was in his casual royal attire of white ruffled shirt, dark blue bowtie with tiny gems engraved on it. his lush hair bouncing slightly on top of his eyelashes as he blinked a couple of times, and tiny sparkles within those orbs which made him look like a puppy at times but those feline eye shape stood out even more.

"i assume that you require time to think about this matter, milady." jungwon answered, "that's why i stayed behind, for a while, that is."

huh.

are you hearing this correctly? him, this very prince you crafted with little to no patience for his lover—telling you that he waited and desires to not pressure you? what in the humongous sorcery is this?!

"if you think that's gonna make me feel something, then.." you leisurely caressed your cheek, gazing at him lazily. "that's quite dense of you, your highness."

little dimples emerged from his cheeks as his feline eyes twinkled at you. "that's not the only thing i could do, if you—milady, grant me the honour, then there's plenty things of things about me that you haven't explored yet."

as if! you scoffed in the back of your mind, eyes deadpanning as this guy had no clue that he is nothing but a character you crafted! how could you know nothing about him?! heck, you are the one who wrote him this way!

"you see, your highness." you sighed with a pout, "i'm a very busy person, i do not have such leisure time to explore something that is not centred around my interest."

"oh, does it mean that i perhaps don't interest you then, milady?"

"isn't it obvious by now, your majesty? plus, inviting yourself to my residence is nothing close to good manners. as a prince, manners should've been your priority."

jungwon stayed awfully silent after that, eyes looking down as if he was in a deep thought. your eyebrows knitted together, curious as to what he's trying to pull off next. like just give up already, goddamnit.

"regarding manners, how about we tie a pact then, milady?"

"a p-pact?" you frowned deeply at him.

"yes, milady. a pact that would honour both of us, and our wishes." jungwon continued after taking a sip from his teacup. "i wouldn't be able to sit still without pouring an effort for something i desire, what my heart desires." his feline eyes slowly raised to look at yours. "yet milady doesn't hold the same desire as i do, which is quite unfortunate, that is."

"i seriously have no idea what you find so interesting in me?" you shook your head along with a slight scoff, apparently breaking another bead of sweat, unsure of where this was going—definitely not in the way you've dying for.

"i have yet to know, milady. that's the very reason i had the courage to ask for such a bold request from you."

"and what makes you assume i would agree to that?" you raised your left eyebrow.

"i have yet to resort to such foul actions, which i'd rather not to milady."

your blood surged cold through your veins, "are you threatening me?"

"certainly i do not intend it to sound that way, i prefer to keep this as civil as possible as you—milady, truly does has gained my interest and it would truly be vain if i.. wasn't given the chance to prove my worth to you. all i am asking from you milady, is to give me a chance to prove myself for you."

prove himself..?

shit. you hated to admit it. but those words, the way he chose to string his words akin to woven embroidery that was meticulously sewed to perfection—pierced right through your heart strings, causing your ears to heat up. partly because of how truly sincere he sounds, and partly was.. how the fuck did he made it sound good?! you've never thought of such romantic words even after a hundred cups of coffee in your desk!

"and how would you guarantee the eligibility of this pact? that you won't force me against my will?"

"you have my word, milady. if by any chance, i failed to gain your love—i will gladly retreat. that's my promise to you." jungwon leaned in closer as he placed his chin on his right palm. "however, i'll certainly do my very best in this thirty coming days."

mischievous yet determination blazes within those feline eyes of his, which had you realising just how serious he was at pursuing you.

"fine, i'll give you a chance but as a pact requires rules, i'll share some of my own."

"sure go ahead, milady."

"one, do not call me your wife or specifically future wife in front of everyone."

"may i do it personally then—" jungwon shrugged playfully when you hissed at him.

raising your index finger upwards, "two, stay one meter apart." he obliged with much hesitation, "and three, uh. i haven't think of it yet but i'll surely add a third rule. now how about you, your majesty?"

"yes, milady?"

"don't you have any rules you want to add?"

jungwon emitted a giggle as soon as he processed your words, "oh, i don't think i need one. after all, whatever you may wish, shall i grant."

"then, stop chasing me—"

"except that one." his lips pulled up in a mischievous smirk, the sun places a tender kids on the strands of his hair—dripping honey hues on his cheeks which reflected against his feline orbs. "then shall we start the countdown, milady?"

thirty days, it is; for him to pour his entire efforts to gain your heart, while you greatly adamant in your mission to make him lose interest in you and make him fall in love with your precious female lead, liz!

sighing for the horrendous nth time as you stood before the blinding lights of the chandelier on top of the patterned ceiling, it had you remembering your old trip to a renowned palace in the real world back then, and that it had mesmerised you so much you wish to stay there a bit more.

it was also one of the main inspirations for your novel, after all.

that you kind of wish to be able to stay in such a glorious place, and wear exquisite dress, to attend a tea party and meet your own prince charming.

"i see, that this is the lady our prince had taken an interest for?" a middle aged man along with a young lady appeared before you, clearly trying to get your attention.

but now that you are here, it kind of sucks to be fair.

all of that was a mere desire, it was just a temporary part of you that desires to be in such life, not that you'd really want to be in it as you'd rather stay in your room—indulging yourself in the world of your favourite manhwas, that it had you working on your own very novel. having no matters to attend to except for working on your novel 24/7 was pure bliss, and that you'd rather spent reading all your adorable reader's comments over talking with people way too much in reality.

it was probably a way of the deities to pull you out from your dusty old corner which you definitely and would never appreciate as you gave a deadpan look towards the night sky above the glass panes of the ceiling.

"uh?"

"she truly lives up to the rumour, father." the lady snickered behind her lacy hand fan, her eyes held traces of mockery in it.

"i dare say that his royal highness had quite a special taste.."

you tilted your head at them, sighing as you very well know where this is going. of course why wouldn't you? this was the dialogue you created during a crying session after your favourite manhwa ends on a horrible note. opting to torture your characters in your dusty side novel by using this dialogue on them, and later had a beaming idea to recycle it for the female lead's fateful encounter with the nobles.

"if you'd like to keep your tongue, then i advise you to stick it inside. marquess?" goosebumps raised over the back of your neck when the prince appeared, his feline eyes held irritation in it as he stood beside you. "you had no right to speak to my future wife, don't you?"

"i- ap-pologize, your highness!"

"apologize? they say actions speak louder than words, then would you, dear marquess, cut your atrocious tongue for me then?"

the marquess held the need to tear up as the humongous dark aura the prince emitted caused his knees to turn noodles, trembling pathetically.

they all know, just like you do, obviously cause you write them that way—that this prince had not the slightest mercy once provoked, therefore he was greatly feared and will never cease to be so the more he grew up to be a fine young man, and onto his adulthood.

sneakily getting out of the ball after a few royal officials appeared and the prince had no choice but to entertain them. you took the chance to sniffed in a humongous fresh of air into your burning lungs after spending a torturous hours inside.

with the moonlight rays being your fellow companion as you wandered about the royal garden you encountered, your heels made an audible crack sound which causes something from the distance to rustle, you snapped your head at the source of the noise.

yet none was to be seen except for your presence.

a white silhouette, rather tiny in form sprinted in your peripheral vision and before you can turn your head towards it, it was unfortunately gone. then suddenly, it reappeared and only then you notice what it was as your heart immediately form shape of neon hearts.

you caught sight of the tiny snow bunny hopping along the bushes, your eyes shimmered as you approached as slowly as you can. a snow bunny. how adorable?! you cooed as low as you can to avoid scaring the bunny, and to your utter satisfaction, it hops onto your lap. with the biggest grin on your lips—you patted the bunny, indulging yourself in this form of cuteness.

"milady, you're here?"

the snow creature on your lap flinches and hop out of your lap which causes you to sigh at the prince before you. giving him a deadpan look you were itching to do all this time, and now that he's finally here..

"i'm quite sure one of the rules i stated was that you would refrain from calling me.. your wife? didn't we, your highness?"

"forgive me, milady." jungwon shrugged. "such atrocious acts had to be cut off before it grows, and aside from that, what kind of husband would i be if i couldn't do the bare minimum of protecting my wife?"

the tip of your nose was immediately dusted off with rosy hues. another shitty dialogue that you don't know where it came from, that shoots another cupid's bow to your serene heart once again—gritting your teeth as you pull the imaginary arrow out of your heart before it can grow to something worse.

you sighed at him as you placed your attention on the lush garden around you, getting on your knees as you brushed your finger across the florals. “your highness seems too confident, i fear you’ll be utterly heartbroken later.”

“to pursue something requires risk, it is a risk i am willing to take, milady.” jungwon said. “plus, it is not determined yet that i can’t win your heart.”

“hm, sure your highness. feel free to think so, we’ll see that later.” you rolled your eyes. “make sure not to come back crying later, your highness.” you notice the way jungwon’s lips pulled up in the faintest smile.

your eyes exponentially softened at that sight of him, of course seeing your male lead with your own eyes was once in a lifetime opportunity, to see one of your characters that you created with your entire heart and soul came into life and to utter words with their lips engulfed you with complete bliss. yet your heart moans in fear that this smile shouldn't be for you, it was only for the female lead.

you cannot let it grow more than this.

my precious female lead.. liz. poor her, she's definitely having her well deserved sleep after going about the town, helping people in need and such, therefore you had to get this mission done as quick as possible!

for her to indulge in the romances of love!

clenching your fist in full blown determination, you stood back on your feet—the breeze flowing against your gown as you gaze up the moonlit sky and you've gotta admit that the scattering rays the moonlight bestows upon the silent blooming florals had the image of tranquillity, instantly bringing your heart at ease.

but you would never be at ease as long as the prince had his eyes on you.

you turned your attention back to the prince who had been gazing upon the moon as well. despite the prince's back facing you, you could tell that he was deep in thought, remaining silent for quite awhile.

"but keep your hopes low, your highness." you exclaimed with a mild scoff.

"i do and will keep that in mind, milady." jungwon's lips pulled up in a slight smirk. "however, please do keep it in mind too that I will never give up yet."

taken aback by his sheer determination, you folded your arms— "well, let's see!"

jungwon slightly giggles at you, "alright, milady."

damn, author versus character? what an odd combination of a match. he won't give up? sure bring it on! i knew you better than you do, yang jungwon! a total stare down occurs between you and the prince, with a definite goal at mind.

"may i ask why.. is lady liz here with us too, milady?" dumbfounded the prince was in the presence of the lady, he surely didn't expect that right?!

hah! jokes on you, yang jungwon! you suppressed the need to smirk as the very fact was you sneakily inviting liz without the prince's knowledge which resulted in all of you three seated down for a tea party in this round table; with you in the middle, as you purposely had the prince facing the female lead in the hopes that they could lock eyes and for it to cause immense spark between them!

ah, what a sight! you couldn't help it but fangirl really hard over them, cause how couldn't you?! it's like a matchmaking session and you, obviously the cupid!

"i assume there's nothing to be curious about, as this was the pact, isn't your highness? i could bring whoever i please."

"yes indeed, but.. the pact.." jungwon pauses, then pulls a tiny smile all reserved for you. "never mind it, i had been granted the honour to be invited to the lady's manor, how ungrateful would i be if i couldn't satisfy your wishes, milady." he continues as he turns his fluttering eyes at liz. "lady liz, it's my pleasure to meet you."

"so am i, your highness."

yes! yes! freaking finally, did he turned his damn head over the female lead! you got this, you were beyond sceptical at agreeing with the pact at first but now that you've seen it before your eyes, you could make the prince fall for the female lead whenever it's your turn to invite the prince!

this is truly a blessing in disguise!

make him fall in love with her, bit by bit, till his interest in you slowly divert into the female lead before his eyes. simple it is! just make sure she's always in his line of vision, so that his heart would truly realise who it was beating for this entire time.

oh dear prince, look ahead and see the perfect lady that was meant for you! for if you still refuse to do so, i'll gladly force your damn eyes to look towards her!mission start!

"so, liz." you grin with your chins on top of your interlaced hands. "i heard you're planning to hold a feast banquet for the people in the town, i forgot but perhaps it would be held a week later?" your eyes darted over the prince to examine his reaction, yet his eyes lingered over anywhere but liz, seemingly not paying attention.

your eyes twitches in disbelief. damnit, give me some reaction, will you? liz, our precious is helping the goddamn country. your goddamn corrupted country!

"what do you say, your highness?" you asked with raised eyebrows.

"that's certainly virtuous of you, lady liz." jungwon smiled as he took a sip from his teacup, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment. "the royal nobles couldn't be compared with you, honestly."

"thank you, your highness. you're flattering me way too much."

"no, i say what needs to be said. unlike you, the nobles are greedy and selfish, often catering to their own personal needs. it tends to irritate me that i couldn't do anything yet with my current status."

"that's certainly unfortunate, however i'm sure your majesty could overturn the tables soon." liz sympathised. "what's important for us to do right now is to help more people in need."

"a nation definitely would need a reigning queen like you, lady liz."

liz covered her mouth with her handkerchief, "once again, you're flattering me, your highness. i do not think i'm capable of such a crown."

"yet your humility and kindness surpassed all, i may say. it is certainly the qualities of a queen."

"it is always my pleasure to help people in need.. but if fate persists, then i would gladly take the chance."

jungwon emitted a slight giggle, a tender smile forming in his lips. "that's fascinating of you, lady liz. is there anything you had an interest for other than helping people?"

"hm, i adore looking after birds, they're my precious friends that tend to help me more than i could count, your highness. and at times, i practise the art of embroidery.."

jungwon's eyes beamed at that particular word and it didn't go unnoticed by your eyes forming countless neon heart shapes as you watched them converse with each other, heart quenching in top fangirling mode as if they were truly a match made for each other!

aaah, my favourite couple!

an enchanting frame of them conversing with each other should be immediately turn into them slipping in wedding rings into each other’s finger! what a lovely sight indeed!

"how about you, lady (name)? is there anything you in particular liked about?"

"uh-?" your fangirling mode switches off when both of their attention are now on you.

"i'm curious about you, milady." jungwon tilted his head at you, curiosity glazed across his feline orbs as he leaned back on the chair in a leisurely manner.

you could freaking imagine the long ass arrow of his concentration fixating on you. freak, i thought you were already falling in love with liz!

you held the need to snort, and you actually missed how liz blushed over the prince's gesture towards you, secretly fangirling inside her rampant heart.

"w-what is there else to know about me?" you held the need to cringe.

"like stuff you're interested in?" jungwon added.

"oh the lady loves to—"

"hush, liz!"

the green blades swayed along the soft breeze as the scorching sun grew a tad bit hotter today yet the over-the-top umbrella you had with you—protected you from the rays at least, but you couldn't care any less as you were beyond giddy, as right now you brought the two with you to the bridge behind the manor.

adding a humongous speed on your feet, leaving the two slightly far behind you for obvious reasons.

now, now.. shall we start the plan?

a mischievous, meticulous plan you've crafted since last night, sacrificing your beauty rest for this long awaited encounter of your precious main couple. moving on to the second step of your plan.

of course, being a writer means you could imagine a dozen more ideas of how to develop romance between two characters—easy peasy. spending an unhealthy amount of time into perfecting your craft, you didn't waste your 20/20 vision to have learnt nothing, obviously.

"ah, isn't the heat a bit irritating today?" wiping off the bead of sweat down your jaw, in a slightly exaggerated manner.

"perhaps, it would be best if we return to the manor, milady." liz spoke, concern engulfed her expression.

"hm, you're probably right." sneakily taking a few glances towards the prince standing behind liz, you fake a few coughs.

forgive me, liz, my precious baby! i had to do this to make that damn prince realise his love for you, plus the lake ain't deep for god's sake..

yes, the goddamn lake. you even had to ask the maids over how deep was this lake just for safety measures, certainly you need your female lead to stay alive for your plan (and novel) to work.

and why the lake, you might wonder? oh jesus, just how many dramas had the damn water scene appearing regardless of any form; lake, river, swimming pool, waterfall, you name it—where the female lead crash into, only for the male lead to come and save her for the day?

the exquisite proximity and skin brushing against skin, those pair of orbs gazing into the universe of each other's soul as they stuttered along the line—traces of infatuation fleeting into the empty air, the heavy scent of romances blooming with prolonged gaze—eventually sealing their amour with a deep, passionate kiss.

ah, chef's kiss! massimo paborito, mwah!

upon your mere hesitation, you sneakily bumped against liz; a surging scream emitted from her lips as she fell into the lake, water splashing against your dress in the process.

"lady liz!" you pushed yourself at the edge of the bridge, feigning shock—to be fair, you would've been annoyed by the soaking spots on your dress but your main priority right now is the prince beside you!

"your highness!" it seems as if he didn't need a word from you to dive in through the lake, but oh well, that had you immensely proud at his quick reflex. now have your skin brush against each other, and look deep into each other's eyes! your eyes widened mischievously as liz's face was buried in the prince's neck.

yes! yes! now gaze deep into his eyes and thank him for saving you! seriously you're currently suppressing your rattling feet from taking small giddy jumps over the sight before you; the prince's arms wrapped around the female lead's waist—while her arms around his shoulder, their nose brushed against each other when she lifted her head.

that alone had you turning your back around, cupping your mouth as you squealed in utter fangirling mode.

shit! holy shit! is this what it feels like to see them right before your eyes?! oh dear, oh dear, just get married will you?! you truly felt like a proud parent right now.

now what is it, let me take one more look! ah!— a fat ass bee buzzes out of nowhere, at your face even. your blood run cold at this stinging monster flying around you. seriously?!

your feet stumbles backwards as you kept smashing your umbrella at this hard-headed bee yet it buzzes even louder, dodging every each of your lame attacks. to your utter shock, your entire world turns downwards as your feet stumbles backwards causing you trip over the bridge.

a humongous splash shoots up the air and against the pair at your pathetic fall.

sunken seaweeds tangled round your wrists as you fell deeper, the water rushing into your lungs and nose had your mouth burbling bubbles before you. your eyebrows furrowed as someone familiar had dove back in, swimming towards you.

why is he even bothering? go back to liz, you idiot!

his fingers found it way around your hips, however you pushed yourself up—swaying your hands upwards, causing the prince to follow suit.

"goddamnit, i can swim." instantly mumbling to yourself as soon as the air greeted your nose, rolling your eyes as you slapped the prince's arms, "i didn't take swimming lessons at the ripe age of seventeen for this shit. by the way, where's liz? why did you leave her!" you mumbled repeatedly as you pushed yourself out of the lake, groaning with your soaking heavy dress.

"milady! you were about to drown!"

"bitch—oh god, your highness be for real." you huffed, "i just said i can swim."

"how was i supposed to know, milady?"

all in all, you all ended up soaking in the scorching lake. what a perfect day for swimming, huh? anyways, why did he even leave the female lead? she can't swim for god's sake!

"lady (name)!" liz had seated herself on the grass, utterly drenched yet still you could differentiate it from the tears streaming down her face as she pushed herself up, sprinting towards you, crying over how worried she was for your life.

rubbing her back you did as you comforted her, telling her that all is fine. except it wasn't fine for you that your fucking plan failed because of your careless damn feet.

you flinched slightly when you caught his eyes never leaving your form and more even at how drenched he was, beads of water dripping down his chin, and his royal attire soaking wet along with his once fluffy lush hair dripping immensely.

the maids had given towels and another pair of dresses for now, but you're actually wondering about the prince as this manor surely didn't had an attire for a male, moreover a prince. since you've written the background history of this manor that the duke who had owned it had passed away before his daughter was born, and so since then, only females had lived in these quarters over the past 40 years.

you heard a few knocks on your door, the maid's head slipping in through the edge. "milady?"

"hm?" you didn't bother to pay a glance as you wiped off the excess soaking of your hair, still in your spiral of dilemma over what happened an hour ago. your stupid mistake of your damn foot conspiring to trip into the damn lake in a rare opportunity!

"his royal highness was asking for your presence, milady."

"and what is his royal highness trying to conspire right here, huh? i am not his personal assistant to dress him up." you snorted, "what is this, barbie and ken? barbie girl in a barbie world?"

it's fantastic? this is nothing close to fantastic at all! you were so damn close to having them crashing their lips against each other!

"goddamnit why is this song kept repeating in my mind!" you whined to yourself.

the maid who had been patiently waiting for you to finish your emo session, spoke once again. "but milady, his royal highness had been having troubles since an hour ago. he had only requested for you and no one else."

"oh god, fine!" you smashed your soaked towel on the table, huffing as you went on your way to the guest room. stomping your feet ever so loudly as you pause before the double door, "your highness, may i ask what in the world are going on for you to request for my presence?"

"come in, please."

you didn't think much as you pushed the door open, yet your lungs bursted into flames when his toned chest and down your eyes went to his bunny pack of buns greeting your lazy orbs which had by far rattled into chaos as of now.

he's freaking half naked?! your mind chanted it like an unlimited internet quota. shirtless he was with that pestering smirk on his face as if he did this on purpose. yeah, this bitch definitely did it on purpose.

"milady?" jungwon smirked, "why don't you welcome yourself in? after all, this is your manor."

"no need." you coughed with your fist.

"just come in, please?"

"stop it! this is basic decency, why would you— ah—!" you held the need to breath as he slammed both his hands on either side of your head.

his breath brushing over your cheeks like feathers, "i don't think such terms like 'decency' are needed between us. after all, milady.. you're my future wife."

"w-what are you doing?! liz is right here—"

jungwon frowned, "why is mentioning her important to us?"

"w-well then!" you horrendously blinked a couple of times as you reasoned with him, "t-the pact! this is a blatant violation!"

"i haven't even done anything yet, milady?" he leaned in closer, seductive tone enveloping his voice. "so worked up for nothing, but that's cute. it satisfies me that only i could have such a great effect for you to have this expression, milady."

you couldn't contain the suppressed hiccup inside your lungs anymore as it eventually emitted right through his face, which had you immediately covering your mouth in utter shock. yet relief consumed you somehow when the smirk on his lips dissipated, however concern adorned his feline orbs.

but just as embarrassment left your soul, another emotion surged through your throat when his hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek in circular motion as his concerned orbs were wholly fixated on it. "milady, can't you just get rid of the lake behind the manor?"

"w-why do you ask?"

"are you serious, milady? the incident awhile ago would certainly grow worse once left unattended."

"you're overreacting, prince jungwon." finally gathering courage as you pushed him away with your palms against his bare chest, gasping like a dying fish with your hands on your chest when you finally got your needed oxygen.

"i'm certainly not overreacting, i don't know what could've happened if i wasn't around if ever something.. endangered your life, milady."

"your highness, i am not as weak as you think of me."

"perhaps i've look down on you a little, milady. my apologies." your breath hitched down your throat when he immediately took your hands to pressed a tender kiss on top of it. "forgive me, milady."

your ears heated up when your eyes fell on his bare torso, realising that he still doesn't have anything on. dripping hair, beads of water down his chest causes your head to combust. pulling your hands away you did as you exclaimed.

"there's no need to apologise!" stomping out of the room, "seriously wear something!"

🎵…DESTINY IS NOTHING

today was the third time you were in the palace, and the prince's second turn in this pact where he had been guiding you around, everywhere but his room since you blatantly ignored his request with a firm resolution after that embarrassing incident you put yourself in a week ago.

jungwon spoke about his interests and stuff which you obviously knew very well, not really bothering to say anything in order to let him know that you weren't interested at all. opting to let him down as many times as it needed for him to fall out of love with you.

yet he just won't fucking give up.

cuisine, art, languages, swordsmanship, you name it; you've made this prince to be almost perfect at all aspects that was needed for him to inherit the throne. not that you've never written about his brothers, or any other princes in the kingdom, but a prominent part of his history throughout his childhood was that he was an illegitimate child of the king, yet he was immensely capable in adapting quick and efficient.

he pushed all through the trials and obstacles with his wits and immense manipulation tactics, overthrowing his opponents and those who dare to target his head were immediately thrown towards the sharp edge of the guillotine as soon as he spotted them within his line of sight.

jungwon was deadly and far more cunning than you could ever think. mercy was never part of his dictionary as a large part of his childhood grew under a knight whose heart was ice cold like freezing winter, therefore he inherited such traits and honed it to his advantage.

yet that ice cold heart instantly melted when his eyes fell on the female lead, his one and only lover. the rest was merely a history, sweet sugary romance that had been utterly messed up due to your existence in this novel.

you truly did never expect such a nonsensical turn of events to happen.

this prince could try anything he can to win your heart with his tactics, but jokes on him—it was you who crafted this very characteristic of him. therefore you, the writer of this very novel—has the upper hand and advantage more than he does.

but this freaking prince just had to fall asleep in the comfort of his arms before you as you two were seated down at the table for another cup of tea, that is. his lush bangs hanging just above his eyelashes, the tip of his nose dusted with cherry hues as he had been rubbing it off awhile ago when you were both in the palace's garden, his lips pouting made him appear to be an innocent child.

scoffing as you rolled your eyes, is he seriously that comfortable with you? this guy with horrendous trust issues even with his own personal knights? frowning, you leaned in a bit closer, inspecting his features.

i get it that you're cute, i mean all props and kudos to me for creating this goddamn hot face of yours but seriously i had matters to settle, and that is resting in my own quarters with my legs sprawled! not in this damn puffy dress that had me sweating for the past few hours!

—and definitely not all while riding a damn horse!

yes fucking indeed, prince freaking jungwon had arranged a horse riding session in the evening after taking a freaking nap, how utterly horrendous this situation is as you found yourself before a pair of horses emitting their very friendly nose according to the prince which doesn't sound the very least friendly to you.

and you might wonder why this situation was nothing but a pure form of nightmare to you? you unfortunately didn't have any experience in horse riding, and that’s no problem at all, actually! considering your well known reputation as a manhwa avid reader on her own flower bed.

the thing is, your dumbass had written this character you were currently in to be a complete master in horse riding and had actually won multiple national championships since she was at the early age of 10 years old!

oh god, dear god, could you just let me flee into dust at this moment? why the heck didn’t you add fantasy powers in your novel? could’ve actually brought you an advantage by smacking the prince to the female lead’s arms instead of this nonsense.

this was a pure nightmare in the physical frame of the prince having a lovey dovey moment with his horse, you cringe at the thought of him offering you for a ride and your back pressed against his chest all while passing through the field—as if this was a sort of la la land of fairytale.

screw this. you definitely don’t wanna have a lovey dovey moment with him. if you could, you would’ve invited liz! there would be no damn problem! but the thing is, he had the upper hand this week!

this bitch is really using every single damn hour without a waste, huh? what should you do?! tell him you are sick or that you kind of have a weak body now? hell nah, you had just stupidly challenged him that day by punching him right in the face, showcasing your not so sick body, unfortunately.

and most important of all, why the heck did he choose horse riding as part of the weekly pact? how did he even think of this? to bond using the method of interests? bullshit. you voiced such a question to him with your eyebrows raising minus the cussing part, as you can't help your expression.

"milady appears to have a taste for adventure and a hint of rebellious judging how you ended up punching me that day.." jungwon tilted his head playfully. "so it naturally came to me to do horse riding, and it just so happens that i heard that you, milady, had an exquisite talent for it. it must be destiny, isn't?"

screw your so-called destiny!

"that doesn't appear to be a compliment, at all. your highness." you emphasised the addressment. “and for your information, i am currently not in the mood to ride a horse. so, your highness. could we just do something else?.”

"hm, but today i wish to show the meadow which was deep in the woods, milady." jungwon sighed as he pouted, “it wouldn’t be fair for the agreement we had, aren’t we? and if you wish not to ride, then you could always ride with me, you know?” a smirk formed within the corners of his lips as he turned his attention towards his horse.

huh.

i fucking knew it! this bitch of a prince is pulling a hidden agenda of initiating close contact with you through this, that thought alone had you fuming in utter rage, clenching your fist as you can’t refuse such an offer.

everywhere you look, there seems to be no escape from this bloody hell of a lovesick prince! inhaling a very deep breath into your nose as you lifted your eyes at the prince who was currently giving a nice goodie boy pat to his jet black horse, giving him a total deadpan look.

“your highness, i really am not in the mood especially when it’s not my own horse-” you gestured towards the other white horse in which it emitted a total annoyance of ‘neigh’ in response, “and i definitely do not want to risk my life again the way i and lady liz did back in the manor.”

“that’s why i was asking for you to get rid of the lake, milady.” jungwon said. “and i could request for your personal horse-”

“don’t you ever touch my lake!” you huffed in which he raises his hands up immediately, sighing in defeat. “and no, quit it. let my horse rest!”

“well then, milady. your wish is my command..” jungwon emitted a tsk all while pushing himself up on top of the horse with so much ease by placing his foot on the saddle, wrapping both his hands at the handle as he ushered the horse to move closer to you. he lets out a breath of satisfaction as he lowered his right hips and extended his right arm for you much to your deadpan look. “however today is my turn, come and have a ride with me, milady.”

right, you really had no choice!

biting your lip as there was no other way to escape this situation despite your best efforts, you’ll just slam the reality to his face then. “fine, don’t you dare regret it.”

“hm~” he hummed in utter delightment as he pulled you up easily, since you wore this annoying puffy dress; you didn’t face the front, rather your shoulders were pressed against the prince’s chest which apparently worsened the situation as you could see his dangerously close face in this way.

god forbid you punch this prince to death.

"riding a horse is utterly boring now, i might say." you mumbled.

if you actually had applied for horse riding lessons along with swimming lessons, you could’ve and definitely ride a horse all by your own, and even imagining to an extent of ushering all the way out from the palace.

yet all you did in your life was curl yourself in your comfy heavenly gaming chair—that you had to withstand this dangerously close proximity with his breath causing tingles behind your neck. you could sense his chest, his heart beating too loud for your sake, and his lush hair brushing against your ear.

"may i ask why so, milady?"

"it's the very fact that i couldn't ride a horse on my own after some little accident i had back then. you see, your highness."

"ah, so it was that?" his voice made you nervous for no reason, you flinched slightly when he leaned closer, whispering in an almost feathery atmospheric tone. "then it would be my pleasure to give you some personal riding lessons to polish your skills again, milady."

your cheeks heated up at the supposedly double meaning, yet is that even possible?! gulping down your throat, and coughing in attempts to calm yourself down. "never mind it, honestly."

"as you wish, milady." you swore you could sense his mischievous grin behind, you broke a cold sweat at the growing and brave advances this prince is making.

is there really no way to get rid of his so-called interest in you?

“oh, i see your highness and lady (name) are having a pretty little date?” your eyes ogled out at the familiar luminous puppy vibes approaching from the distance, blonde fluffy hair bouncing every couple of seconds as a ‘neigh’ emitted from the horses. “this sight appears to be lovely, i have to say.”

it's definitely not lovely at all, the fuck are you saying?!

you suppressed the greatest desire to roll your eyes at the blonde-haired prince along with the two knights accompanying him.

“prince jake, i wonder what could be the reason to the knights behind you?”

“ouch.” feigning shock by clutching his chest, jake pouted in return. “no hey, how are you’s, or at least how's life? brother?”

right, the history between these two brothers is not the brightest as it seems, as they were birthed from two different mothers; one being the queen, and the latter of nothing more than a worthless prostitute. that rooted history alone had the gap between them growing farther and larger, adding the fact that jungwon managed to soar to the pinnacle in such a short time had not only jake’s position in the kingdom in a thin ice, but also other princes.

the rest was history though, as right now jungwon obviously had the power over each and one of them. the highest in status amongst his half brothers and sisters—the crown prince.

so these seemingly playful words emitting from the other prince don't have the slightest traces of sincerity, rather that of mockery.

“lady (name)?”

you replied almost immediately, “yes, your highness?”

“do look after my precious younger brother, will you? i certainly couldn’t bear once he—”

blah, blah, blah—worthless lies one after another, only nodding your head with the sweetest smile you could afford on your lips in order to appease the prince. right, what’s the point of having such golden vibes if he had such a despicable tongue? it’s such a waste of good looks, to be honest.

well, it was you who wrote him that way though.

conversing with the golden prince lasted for quite awhile much to your inner groaning, and incredibly elated you were when he finally left with his knights—excusing himself for some military affairs, that is. but jokes on him, you knew what was he in for, yet that couldn’t be any of your priority as this prince who had his feline features contorted into bitterness will handle him later according to the original route of the story.

but of course, the original route is pretty nonexistent if he never falls in love with the female lead! ugh! and what’s up with this ugly bitter look on his face? i didn’t spend all of the hours that was meant for my sleep to craft your pretty damn face!

“milady, i’ll only repeat this once.” his feline eyes darkened as it looked into your soul, “do not ever stay even one inch closer to prince jake, he’s not what you think he is.”

gulping down your throat as you broke a cold sweat, this look he was giving you was the very expression you described on him when he felt that he was being challenged or worse, getting on his nerves.

“plus, i do not like it a single bit of how you, milady gave him a smile.”

well yeah, screw it. you gave him another deadpan look, punching his chest with your clenched fist, causing him to yelp in pain.

tap, tap, tap.

you were sure you look like a freaking duck right now as you squinted so hard at the shop before you as it was your turn in this week once again, you had been researching about this particular shop where you could try on dresses and go about the town without paying first. therefore proceeding with your plans as always, you had invited liz again much to jungwon's hidden inner groaning.

silently weeping to himself as to how he could get on with plans in winning your heart, too, if a third party is always presented and a girl, even. if it was a man, not even an ounce of hesitation will he claim you before their eyes. yet he had just to eat his own words by going along with your wishes as now he had a kitty ears on with a cape that was a tad bit colourful for him, only lowering his head down in attempts to conceal his face from the crowd as it was freaking broad daylight.

that’s right, you had chose to cosplay with the two in hopes for them to find each other adorable, at least. yet much to their deep knitted eyebrows over what that word means, you had to think of a petty lie to utter before them.

and that was brushing it off as a rare word you encountered in a goodie oldie book that they could never lay their hands on, (obviously your novel) proceeding to drag them around the town with so much ease without them protesting to match the kitty ears on you as well. you gestured all around like a child with your eyes twinkling immensely at every single object, and rushing into the crowd despite their protests.

and behold, this was your very plan! sneakily getting rid of yourself and leaving them two alone together in the crowd, dumbfounded over your existence, shape, or form-nowhere to be found, this was one in a millionth chance to have them together all by themselves!

rushing out of the crowd from the back, your eyes sparkles in luminous brightness as you observed their frantic form everywhere looking for you. with the widest grin ever on your face and a humongous sparkle on your eyes, you exclaimed within your mind:

enjoy your date, my precious!

watching them from the distance as you took a sip from your orange juice, you squealed so hard as they began to converse with each other and the sight of liz giggling as she covered her mouth, the prince must have been saying something towards her right?!

"w-what? w-what did you say?!"

"yes, milady.."

coughing immensely as you choked on your chocolate drink after your maid, juliet — broke out the news with a pout in her face and her back drooping that the prince wouldn't be able to come today as he had important matters to attend to, however she added that she overheard from the maids that the prince had visited lady liz's manor, and everyone was cooing and swooning over the perfect sugary image of them giggling together.

really? really?! did your plan work out? unbelievably joyous your soul was as it soar into peak euphoria, thanking the deities as you didn't have to go that far anymore! truly, the female lead's charms are irresistible even to the prince, himself! unbeatable indeed, that he could no longer ignore the one and truly one for him.

juliet added that another type of rumours had been escalating over the entire royal court, and it was crystal clear to you how it was causing everyone from peasants to nobles to bet on who was going to hit the jackpot; the status of the crown princess.

"was it any of the three ladies closest to the prince's circle?" was the question lingering like a super duper glue from everyone's tongue.

some wondered that it could be princess violet who had just arrived from the neighbouring kingdom. she had been prince jungwon's supposedly fiancée ever since he was crowned as the prince, the keyword here is 'supposedly' since she was initially thought to be engaged with the prince, yet till now it was never officialised nor an official banquet had been held along those years. however, her arrival after so many years causes rumours to arise that a royal marriage was probably around the corner soon.

while others say that it might not be princess violet, and it was actually noble lady liz from the house of felix; walls are akin to eyes, ears and mouth—and so it soon reaches everyone's peace of mind that she could be a rival to the princess.

yet others also had their mind fixated on another noble lady, you. some of them however, had no guts to say out loud to vote for you—since one, your brazen attitude in the ballroom that day causes a hazardous chaos to everyone's mind, and two—rumours say that even when the prince had initially visited your manor for a couple of weeks, his interest soon dissipates upon lady liz's arrival.

kicking your feet in the air as you stretched your arms with utter satisfaction, you were surely placing your entire bet not on the former, but on the latter. you had never heard of princess violet, sure you had written a princess in your novel but that character was only a minor role. so it kind of bugged you over who is this princess violet?

well yeah, screw it. what is there to worry about when the prince had been pouring his utmost attention to his one and only female lead?

supporting your head with your arms as you gaze upon the silent sunset above the horizon—somehow, someway, it kind of gives you a solemn mood? shouldn't you be happy right now?

weird.

the glowing blush of the moonlight had the clouds dissipating in a rush, showcasing it's rays towards the glasshouse from where you are right now, the scent of fresh lush garden and the sweetened blossoming flora had your mind in a total serenity, yet it doesn't last any longer as a particular someone had made his appearance today.

"hm? what are you hiding behind you?"

you raised your eyebrow as you tried to take a sneaky peek on his left, yet he dodges it efficiently. it has nearly been a week since the prince had last visited you, yet he just had to break the streak by appearing before you today. at night even! you were appalled at first, frightened even that he might do something yet an afterthought struck you that he must definitely end the pact today!

giddy you are, as you spun around with your arms interlaced behind your back. a paper it must be? a paper with an official agreement to end his pact with you!

his feline eyes looking down the ground as his cheeks profusely steamed in rosy hues, obvious to you that this prince surely is being shy for reasons you couldn't think of.

huh.

"if your highnesss think i would keep forcing you then scrap the idea." you hummed as you turned around. seriously the prince surely doesn't think that you would insist right? you've watched too many dramas for this shit, the result of it obviously falling on each other's arms.

"milady?"

with a low sigh, you turn your head towards his way. wondering what could he be saying again, yet something naturally pulls your disinterested orbs onto it.

in his hand, in the grip of his long fingers; a book appeared.

but not just any normal or average book—by the looks of it, even when your eyes fell on it for the first time—you immediately noticed that the book on his hands was a handmade one with a vintage hardcover. your lips hang slightly apart and for some reason, your heart actually mellowed before your brain could process the fact. "i made this for you."

this is dumb, seriously it can't be? this prince is certified dumb but you were even dumber as you took it in your hands, inspecting every corner of it with your tender orbs.

"y-you made this?.. for me?"

"yes, i know it's rather simple—"

"n-no," shaking your head slightly as you unconsciously let out a breathless awkward giggle. "but when did you make this?"

"the first time i was invited to your manor, milady. i didn't mean to peek into your room—"

"what?"

"b-but i swear! i didn't read the papers scattered on the floor of your room, i held myself."

relief engulfed your soul, yet why are you even relying on his words? he could be lying, that it's right? he could be lying. but why can't you rip your orbs away from this simple object?

"yet seeing how your interest was centred along papers, and the ink plate on the farthest side... i thought that you must've liked to write, milady. so, i thought that i could make a handmade book for you."

a couple beats of silence.

"don't you like it?.."

"you didn't have to go that far, seriously—" you reasoned with him, yet your eyes never leave the object on your palms. unable to process this very fact, you don't wanna admit that it does something to your heart.

"no, but i have to." he interrupted, "and this is simply what a lover would—" pausing he did after he recalled your initial distaste over that particular word, letting out the last words from his lips rather low in volume as if he was shy to let you hear it clearly. "what a man would do for the woman he loves."

your stomach grew butterflies at his words.

"you could write anything you wanted in it, pour out everything you felt, your troubles, anything.."

and if i'm lucky enough to be a part of the pages.. i surely would treasure it, milady. those words rang akin to windchimes in jungwon's head as he observed you with utmost intent.

your fingers traced over the engraved leafy patterns on the cover, you suppressed a giggle at the obvious amateur brown threads that woven the entire pages together—sure it appears to be messy at hell, yet you seem to adore this proof of wholly effort. no you absolutely adore it.

it reminded you of that time when you had poured out your inner feelings in a journal for the first time, because you weren't able to let yourself out completely for everyone. it was before you ever had the hobby of reading manhwas, and or even being a writer.

it was the only way you ever had that time.

raising your glued eyes on the book at the prince, "thank you," his shy feline eyes bubbled into bubbly bobas at your gesture, "your highness."

jungwon looks away, avoiding those eyes that he had grown smitten for. brushing his fingers on his lips in the process as he gulped down his throat. "ah, right. i still have another present for you."

"god, it ain't my birthday today though? what's with all this presents—"

jungwon smiled as he turned his head towards the entrance, "bring it in."

the knights stepped in through the entrance, yet the sight of the white tiny creature on their arms caught your interest, and the fact that this frame of the knight's buff form and the creature in his arms seems to be a rather comical, eccentric but comforting sight.

your mouth hangs apart slightly when you finally notice the familiarity of the white creature—it was the snow bunny from the royal ball that night.

jungwon took the bunny in his arms as he approached you, "i have to say it's quite an effort to catch this little bunny, yet milady is—" he pauses with a slight grin, opting not to finish his sentence. "here, from today onwards, this bunny is yours, milady."

"how did you.."

"i have quite a keen observation, milady."

"stalker." you playfully spat out despite knowing this ability of his, in which the prince giggled in return.

your orbs endlessly waver at the lively snow creature on your arms, it's round form making itself comfy and nice which had you giggling at how utterly adorable it was.

🎵...AQUARIUS

suddenly the bunny wiggles in your arms and decides to hop on your face which had your butt hitting the grass in a loud thud, you yelp in pain much to the prince's displeasure. but you brush it off with a smile on your face, opting to lay your head on the grass bed instead as you picked up the snow bunny, lifting it up with your pair of arms.

the dim blue-ish setting of this place blending with doses of lavender hues and the fleeting fragrance of the flowers enveloped your form as the night breeze grew its volume in serenity.

like an image of a violet evergarden.

the prince had seated himself on the bed of the grass as well, not too close to make you feel uncomfortable yet not too far to be able to observe the way your features contorted into silent euphoria, just at an appropriate distance.

jungwon places his chin on his palms, tilting his head sideways with his orbs fixated on yours, watching you in silence as you play with the bunny in your arms, and at the handmade book laid beside you.

you didn't notice this awhile ago but now you did, realising the prince who had seated himself on the bed of grass. "y-you're still here.. i didn't notice."

"of course, but isn't that nice?" a tiny crease emerged from the corners of his cheeks, showcasing his dimples, "that means milady is happy."

your cheeks along with your heart grew warm at his words, placing a chaste kiss on the bunny's forehead as a way to hide away your stuttering. "r-right, thank you for all of this."

a low tone giggle from him sent tingles towards your ears, threatening to push in the cupid's bow a few more centimetres deep into your heart.

in this heaven-like, dimly lit glass greenhouse with the glitters star glazed monochrome sky behind the glass panes on the ceiling serving as your cinematic view, with your silk hair spreading beneath the lush grass bed and your bare skin feeling the sensation of the tender blades, the blossoming violets surrounding you and the prince sitting at the distance had every cells inside you to mellow in comfort.

the moonlight rays shimmering against the glass panes formed a twinkling light, and an imaginary silk fabric of soft beige and black velvet flowed in utter grace above the round patterned ceiling.

you held your breath.

this utterly whimsical and fairytale mood like what you often imagined in your novels, you had never imagine to be able to experience such vivid details with the tips of your fingers, reminding you of that time when you thumbed through the dictionary, studying each root and meaning of a specific word, with a blazing desire to be able to convey your story in utmost descriptive senses to your readers.

ah, this is beyond what you can imagine.

it sort of felt like the lush muted grass bed beneath your bare skin had pulled its borders open, transporting you into another dimension, into another world where it defies gravity and the laws of physics as your soul wasn't held by anything concrete nor anything spiritual.

the snow bunny before you had fallen to its slumber as you laid it on your tummy, purring in a tender melody.

floating and floating amidst the pit patter of the star it was as the weight of the crashing reality from where you used to be, every thought dissipates as your desire to merge yourself within this enchanting dimension grew

you'd imagine the fleeting dust orbs floating above your line of vision were the embodiment of glowing fairies dusting their magical powders on you, that could be the reason for this enchanting serenity.

yet your eyes unconsciously took a glance towards the prince sitting from the distance, you were relieved when he had his eyes shut tight for a moment as if to feel the soft breeze against his face.

a thump. it was supposed to be brief yet with the way his lush hair resembles the swaying motion of the violets had your orbs lingering for a bit more. the hems of his long black coat spreaded out behind him, and his crimson shirt paired with the regency bowtie around his neck which was adorned with ruby rhinestones.

it was as if he was the garden itself.

a shooting star emerges upon the glazed starry night sky, falling across the reflection of your orbs, having you engulfed in amazement at the sight. "a shooting star."

"oh, a shooting star, the old saying goes was to make a wish before it and your wish shall be granted.." with his chin still on his palms, he tapped his cheeks playfully. "i wonder what would be milady's wish then?"

a wish?

no doubt, your wish was for the male lead to return to his original character and story, to the female lead—his lover. so that you won't have to be troubled with all this nonsense, and another wish you had is to definitely return to the real world. there's no doubt as well that you were beyond happy to be able to immerse yourself in the world you created, yet you wish to return home; home where your comfy bed was, kitchen that you often were excited for once you're done with work, your desk with countless papers of poetries you wrote and your glowing laptop with thousands of either unfinished works or complete ones residing in that one folder.

the joy of reading the long ass paragraphs your readers wrote for you once you posted the next chapter, some of them having you teared up due to how expressive and hilarious they were, all of it brought little yet significant bliss into your seemingly normal days.

but.. you had another tiny wish emerging from within, forming a rather solemn sound of windchimes to your heart.

"my wish?" raising your splayed fingers over your eyes, inspecting each unique star twinkling above the splattered paint of glitters. "i would like to be real to myself."

yes, to be real to yourself and to say nothing but truth to the tip of your tongue before everyone. to be a writer, they say, is to be a very sad child, that you have to pour all your sadness to your characters, crafting obstacles for them to fight against, and let them withstand it bit by bit till they grow to be a stronger person than they used to be.

yet to be a writer in your words would also mean to be both a liar and a truthful person, for all the words you convey to your readers were lies crafted in utter perfection and a thousand hours worth of learning—and were also truth stemming from inside you, your very own obstacles where you feel nothing but being fake.

doubting yourself of whatever you say was a daily chore to you in your original life, yet you couldn't stop it no matter how you wanted to. you felt enormous guilt before the people you called your friends, despite putting your best efforts in caring for them, you still felt like you were being fake.

yet in this novel, you poured everything with truth upon a thousand perfected lies. you cared for your characters, to think of them as humans rather than mere descriptions or profile, crafted dialogues you knew would be from them, and such.

therefore, it was in this world where you knew you weren't being fake. it was the world that was a part of you, a world you felt the most realest without punching your hands against your chest.

maybe that's why you also wished to stay a bit more in this fairytale-like world.

"what's yours, your highness?"

the dim lit glass panes glinted against jungwon's orbs as he raised his head to look upon the night sky, "my wish.. is to be a bit more sincere in the things i do."

a few beats of silence.

"—being a crown prince has its fair share of troubles too, lifting a veil of deception before everyone is utterly exhausting. to do everything for the sake of earning something is exhausting."

being manipulative is exhausting, jungwon thought to himself. he'd rather not add that one particular word for your ears to hear, as he definitely wishes not to ruin the mood.

"but aren't you doing all of these to earn my love?"

"that might be the case, milady." jungwon pauses yet again, "but what i'm doing right now is showing my love for you, to let you know that you had made me do something without asking anything in return. i do not yet know if i am completely being sincere right now, since.. the sight in front of me is pretty nice.. that i desire for it to be a little longer, you know?"

you knew what he meant by his wishes, and that was the very reason why he should have fallen in love with the female lead. they were the remedy to each other’s pain, they were the answer to each other’s prayers, they were made for each other just like you intended it to be. it should have been her at this moment, with him.

yet why is it that you can’t help the way your heart grows exponentially warm at his words? avoiding his steady eye contact and his tiny dimples by covering your eyes with your once splayed fingers. "hm.."

it's safe to say that your maids and the prince's knights standing outside the glasshouse immediately cupped their mouths really hard after overhearing the prince's words, some of them squealing and the other smacking each other in attempts to stay as silent as possible.

it had grown silent after that, yet it for sure left a lingering rosy hues on your face and his.

jungwon felt like everything in this space was oddly moving in a slow cinematic motion, with the sight of you laying there with the sleeping bunny on your tummy, your sparkling eyes against the night sky, your hair and your white dress sprawled over the grass bed like dripping honey petals.

his icy cold heart; he felt as if it skipped a thump with every single breath you took, every time your eyelashes fluttered with every blink, the way your toes wiggled as you counted every single star above the universe.

this magical border where it only had you and him, was akin to the drawn images of the fairytale book he read as a child. this scene, this image, this scenery; you stood out the most.

it was as if you were the flower in this garden.

little did you know, that the so called dates he had with liz was after all his request for personal embroidery lessons. liz, herself had been awfully fangirling over you two for the past few days, giving amateur yet adorable advice that he should be away for a couple of days, to give you an air of mysteriousness and wonder over his whereabouts.

"i had to express my thanks to you, lady liz — for helping me."

liz giggled, "all are well, your highness. it appears to me that your highness' present to the lady had been a success, i assume?"

jungwon blushes at the thought of your tomato face.

"lady (name), she's a bit odd sometimes, however she's a kind person! therefore, your highness shall treat her well."

"of course, lady liz." replied jungwon as he remembered the days when he squinted hard, poking the needle towards the handkerchief. yet he eventually gives up on it, opting for another present as he couldn't possibly give you such a horrendous looking present. cussing at himself that even by being the so-called perfect prince, he is unable to be good at some things.

cringing to himself, he pondered immensely. ah, he recalled that you had a particular interest over something his eyes had fallen upon a while ago.

papers, books, inks, poetry.

he deduced that you had the probably an interest on such a particular thing, proceeding with his secret plans in acquiring new books that you perhaps would have an interest in. yet he pauses with a distant thought that you might have read a thousand books more than he did (which you actually did), and discards the idea immediately, wondering how and what kind of present he should get in order to align with your particular interest.

it should be made with pure effort, yet it should also be deemed useful for it to be on your palms everyday it could. jungwon wishes to avoid extravagant presents such as jewellery or dresses as you had expressed dislike over them by the reason "it was too hot and itchy" — plus, you as a noble lady would surely have a wardrobe filled with dozens of such stuff.

therefore, after much thought, he settled with one thing; a handmade book.

jungwon couldn't suppressed his grin as he went back to the palace, or all over the way to his quarters without being seen by the maids doing their respective chores, nobles leisurely wandering about or conversing with their peers, and royal officials that had just passed by from their usual royal meeting.

they wondered what could be the reason for the prince's sweet grin? they would never know as they have never seen beneath the prince’s crafted facade. they would never know how that facade of his crumbled the day his feline orbs softened at your curled form in the midst of the hallway.

jungwon’s intention in approaching you that day was nothing more but to bring a couple more scent of fragrance to his name, as part of his meticulously crafted plans. even when you came to accidentally compliment him that day, it was only a slight waver to his ice cold heart. yet he finds you fascinating in how you carried yourself around him.

at second meeting, he knew you were hiding something to the point you were getting rid of him— yet didn’t bother to dig in as his instincts rendered you to be harmless, and that the thing you could be hiding would be to your own best personal interest. he ain’t no fool, growing up all by his own while encountering all sorts of people had sharpened his mind and polished his skills to the finest. yet he found it interesting to bubble up those panic expressions on your face.

during those days where he chose to wait for you to appear again had him quite of missing those expressions on your features that he decided to enter your residence which marks the third time you met each other. that day, when you made it clear that you do not have any interest in him, it's not that he felt like he was being challenged like he used to—it's just that there was something he couldn't fathom.

that's the very reason he made the thirty day pact, to see how far it will go till he loses this mere interest in you.

yet seeing you was yet another wish that kept burbling up in his heart one after another despite thinking to himself that this will be the last time, and at last he finally found himself wishing to see you one more time, every time he could, as long as he can.

you were definitely not the first lady that had shown lack of interest in him, neither you were the first one he had ever first fallen in love with, nor the first one to had him crumble into this way.

but you are definitely the last one he’ll ever pursue.

your eyes flutter open with the blossom of the sun kissing your hair strands and reflecting it's honey hues within your orbs. a wholly sensation of peace engulfed your heart as you seated yourself up, your eyes falling on the curled form of the white bunny, and at the handmade book beneath it.

"why didn't you woke me up?"

"his highness had spent the entire night watching over you, milady. he left by sunrise."

"oh.. he didn't say anything after that?"

"unfortunately no, milady."

you shrugged, scratching the back of your neck as you stood on your feet. pouting slightly as to how the prince didn't left any message for you before leaving, you sighed a bit.

but hold up? why are you sighing?

your previous thoughts dawned on you a couple of seconds later as you cupped your mouth with your hands, and your ogled eyes threatened to pop out. what is this nonsense?!

🎵…THEIR OWN WORLD

so much about the grinning stuff, here your face and lips were horrendously affected by this grin that never ceases to exist since that day.

seriously? it's just a simple book with empty pages and an obvious amateur embroidery that had threads sticking out front and back, yet as much as simple as you claimed it to be, your actions says otherwise as you had placed it amongst your personal bookshelf where your favourite books were, or the fact that your feet couldn't stop bringing yourself to where it was and for your hand to pull it out for the nth time.

to carefully inspect every little detail of this hand made carved cover, recalling the prince's words that he had poured his utmost effort in creating such a simple yet.. heartwarming gift. it kind of bugged you that accepting this gift probably meant accepting his advances towards you?

no way, that can't be it.

but the fact that you recalled how your heart mellowed in a swift speed when he placed the handmade book on your palms, and how you were sure that your smile that time was pure sincerity could have meant that.. you were falling for him?

nah uh! impossible as fuck! just give this back to him, yes indeed, that's the only plausible way to get rid of these ominous thoughts in your head. you can't be falling for the male lead, the very fictional character you created for your precious female lead.

yet your feet pause on its tracks almost as immediately it started, gripping the book in your fingers—-having a second thought of it.

tick tock, tick tock.

pure irritation engulfed your lungs in a pang as your eyes had been lingering on the entrance for a long, long time. to your utter surprise, the prince had not visited for a week, not even a single day as whole seven days without any sign of his presence. he had missed your turn in the pact, you had initially thought to spend this time with him without liz.

with the lingering desire to ask him something, but when you confront yourself before the mirror's reflection of yourself. what is there even to ask about?! to discuss the book with him? that could be it, right? not that you wanted him all to yourself, right?

right..?

was he busy? was he occupied with the royal affairs? or perhaps someone had caught his eyes now that he's spending his time with them? you are dead serious about giving this book back to him, so your heart would already be at ease, yet why?

you hated to admit it but, you were longing for his presence as you flipped through the empty pages of the book he made, for you. you haven't written anything on the first page as you desire for the words to be something of importance rather than mere doodles.

"—for you."

for you, huh? this prince is horribly romantic for his own good, isn't he?

"bunny." you poke the little creature's nose that had been scratching it's head on the table before you, "your prince, do you know where is he?"

of course, the bunny could only stare at you with it's boba eyes, obviously not capable of understanding your words. yet this bunny got to be the biggest culprit of them all as those boba eyes just had to remind you of him.

resting your chin on your palms as you let out a sigh for the nth time, having the attention of the maids doing their respective chores on you—pouting slightly as they, too—were waiting for the prince's presence.

"milady?"

"hm?"

"do you perhaps.. miss his highness?"

your chin slipped over your palms as it burst into beads of sweat real quick, eyes ogling at the girl before you. "juliet?! seriously? go make me a cup of chocolate!"

"y-yes milady!" the girl disappeared into atoms as soon as she could. you facepalmed yourself as why did you even name her 'juliet' if you couldn't add her romeo at the beginning of the character's introduction, oh god. now she's pestering you with words you'd rather not hear, this girl had been spilling a dozen more words that had stuck to your mind like a super glue.

"i wonder how the prince is doing, though—" smacking your mouth immediately as it sank in your mind over what you just asked, groaning as you went back to your quarter.

you'd rather die than to visit the palace, seeing all the double faced people residing there would only cost your peace of mind and you'd rather not punch another skeleton to ashes again. you'd rather indulge yourself in the comfort of your fluffy heavenly bed than trouble yourself over the prince, right?

right..?

"well screw myself!" standing before the entrance of the palace had you thinking just what is wrong with you, have you gone insane?

probably.

"lady (name)?" a familiar voice had you turning towards that someone, the widest big grin adorned the corner of your lips as you approached her and giddily interlaced your hands with hers.

"liz!"

great! now you will totally have a plausible excuse when you meet the prince, you’d rather die than have him knowing that you came all the way here from your manor just to see his damn freaking face, or that you actually kind of miss him.

"oh, i didn't expect to meet the lady (name) on such a day?" a seductive and mature voice causes your neck to tingle, and definitely not in a good way. "i wonder what could be the lady (name)'s purpose to visit the palace?"

no shit, the princess who you've been quite curious about has finally appeared before your eyes and somehow after looking at her up and down, it irks you that she gives another villain vibes to your keen eyes and you're definitely not in the mood for it. the fact that she knew your existence, your name, and the way she laid out the question had you confirming that she had heard the rumours, and that she didn't receive it very well, didn't she?

you curtsy before her, bowing your head slightly before fixing your posture again. "greetings, princess violet, i was just intending to bring my fellow companion to visit around the royal palace."

"greetings, princess violet." liz curtsied gracefully, that alone had you grinning immensely proud over how her sparkling charms had more of an effect than the not-so-good vibes this princess was emitting before you.

"very well then, i had brought my fellow companions as well, noble ladies that is." stroking her silk lacy gloves she did as she gestured over the ladies behind her, "we're having a tea party in the evening, perhaps would you like to come?"

sounds like an invitation, to be fair, but those who had sharp eyes could see through her malicious plans—rejecting the princess' invitation regardless of what, is deemed as tasteless and atrocious to the palace despite not intending to do so.

there was rumours flying around that one word slipping from her tongue is capable of snapping people's heads into separate dripping flesh, and that could be the reason to her infamous reputation.

huh, that's definitely the reason why the royal family wasn't giddy enough to arrange an official engagement despite all those years, only holding onto the rope as long as they can if by any chance they had no one to depend on.

royal affairs is just that complicated, huh? but oh well, a cup of tea might do wonders to your dampen mood—might as well indulge yourself in such an exquisite tea party all while seeing just how this noble princess would go far.

"it would be my honour, princess."

the tea party is to say the least quite civil for you despite your initial expectations that the princess could turn out to be a total bully, the ladies and liz converse together with numerous topics just like the nobles would, one of the topics being of the princes of this kingdom. one of them squealed over the red-haired prince with the name sunoo that had caught dozens of heart as he waved his hand against the ladies, or the other one that truly live up to his status; icy piercing eyes and a beauty mark on his nose, a total prince charming vibes with the name sunghoon.

"lady (name), so it was you..?"

you paused your inner monologues, "what.. do you actually mean, princess violet?"

"nothing, i had the desire to see what type of a lady the prince had taken an interest in."

or maybe not, you were truly right after all—now would you look at that? this rookie princess is finally getting on with her plans and apparently proceeding with one of the oldest techniques called "putting you down on your place" which had been scattered all over the dramas regardless of era, often effective as it struck hard right to a character's dignity.

"you see, that his highness might have just gone bored, that he had to find a new toy for a short period, that is."

you let the bitch ramble on and on, letting her satisfy her high ego and pride cause you've seen enough, watched enough, heard enough, even had written enough for you to be affected with such basic insults.

but oh dear god, you desired to smash her face on the table yet resisted as your precious female lead is here, you couldn't possibly let her witness such a horrible sight, right?

yet for some reason you can't help the way your eye twitches and the slight pang in your heart at her words despite knowing that she's just another minor character in this very world you created.

"his highness, i fear, would lose his mere affection for you in no time."

"princess violet! i dare say that is not very wise of you to say." liz frowned deeply, shaking her head as she did so.

"it's fine, liz." you rubbed her hands in which her features softened immediately. ah, your precious sweetheart. isn't she just that kind hearted?

you took a couple of sips from your teacup, indulging yourself in the delightment of it. you wondered who could be the talented one that had created such exquisite taste?

"lady (name)!"

"oh?"

"are you listening or what?" visible veins popping on the side of her neck, obviously irritated by your leisure manner.

your lips hang apart, giggling in a low tone as your eyes crinkled in mischievous crescents. "oh princess, i wasn't aware. perhaps you could repeat it again?"

yes bitch, exhaust your despicable tongue.

"oh dear heavens, i was kind enough to invited you to my tea party, and you have not at least basic manners before me?"

basic manners? oh look who's talking! you held the need to spew insults at the bitch for you seriously had more important matters to settle, "then would it be to your own likening if i excuse myself out, princess?"

she scoffed at you, rolling her eyes as she uttered another thing. "oh please, don't tell me you're wishing to meet the prince? do you think i'm an idiot for not realising your plans?"

"what would make you assume that, princess?"

"just saying, even if his highness truly likes you. sorry to say, you would be nothing but a mere mistress. and i—"

your ears literally shuts its ability to hear anything from her any further, sighing dejectedly before your disinterested lazy eyes caught sight of someone behind the entrance. your eyebrows raised along with your lips, a sense of slight bliss surged through your soul as you recognised who it was.

"y-your highness..?" you mentally wanna slap yourself for sounding too excited, "why don't you welcome yourself over here?"

"oh, my apologies." the sight of jungwon in his glowing princely attire approached from the distance had your heart skipping not one beat but two, which had you looking away instantly, your eyes fell on the ladies behind you had their jaws dropping behind the hand fans in their tight grasp.

"oh my, your highness!" they exclaimed, obviously elated by his sudden and unexpected arrival. your eyebrow twitched at their cringy and over the top whiny voice in attempts to get the prince’s heart.

pausing on his tracks, a few metres away from the table and you. he pulled the familiar smile that held innocence in it, quite double-faced if you ask me. these ladies had no idea just how the prince really is beneath that facade. you thought as you side eyed lady violet.

yeah..

recalling those sets of memories puffed with soft pink mist of his fluttering eyelashes looking down as he stretched out his palms with the book on top of it---the way his boba eyes of innocence blended with utter sincerity, and the way he was obviously nervous by how he lapped his tongue on his lower lip.

how you utterly miss those expression, for a reason you couldn't comprehend. it's not like you had grown closer with him, so why there's a sense of warmth enveloping the silent heart behind the cage of your ribs? and with it, a sense of irritation arose within.

it won't hurt.. to teach her a bit, right?

"princess violet." you called out.

"y-yes?" she raised her eyebrow suspiciously at you.

"you were wondering why i don't have basic manners, but have you ever asked yourself if you ever had one?" you took a few steps closer to the prince before you.

"lady (name), what are you trying to imply?"

"hm," you hummed playfully, raising your fingers up to the prince before wrapping your hand around his neck. "what i was trying to imply is, spewing such nonsense before a lady about her man is certainly lacking manners."

"huh?!"

"might as well show you since you couldn't understand." you turned your attention back to jungwon, whose feline eyes were also laced with utter confusion which quickly turned into a full bloom boba when you pulled his long bowtie closer to you—crashing your lips against his.

—inaudible words along with sudden gasps arose and the eyes of the noble ladies, the princess, including the female lead ogling out tremendously hard.

"l-lady (name)?!"

"a-ah~" you lapped your lips on your plump lips before the full blown orbs of the ladies, "now, now.. this prince right here you've been addressing as 'your highness'.. is my man. kindly practise a couple of basic manners, would you, ladies? unless you would be content being his majesty's side mistress?"

jungwon's cheeks flushed into a hot mess, akin to a profusely steaming bun. his boba eyes relentlessly blinked as he tried to process what had happened just now, feeling the previous sensation on his lips before looking back at you again.

"oh my, your highness?" feigning a playful shock, "perhaps you would like to have princess violet as your wife instead?" placing your index finger on your lower lip as you pouted before the prince.

jungwon's feline orbs twinkled, regaining his well composed manner as his fingers tapped your hips—pulling you closer to his chest much to another series of squealing from the female lead, and screw loosening in the princess' jaw.

"i wouldn't dare, milady. didn't i say i would be good for you?" the sun rays kissing his soft lush hair as his eyelashes fluttered, pressing a soft kiss on top of your hand. "if milady desires, i shall announce to the people that you're my woman just as i am your man."

now it was surely your turn to blushed profusely, looking away from his lovesick gaze. what's up with him with these romantic words?!

the female lead, had by far, turned into a full blown embarrassment as well. actually turning into a diehard fangirl at this point, "m-milady?"

oh shit— what the fuck?! what in the actual shit is this?!

how could you even forget that your precious baby is right here the entire time?! kissing the male lead in front of the female lead? you've truly gone insane!

"i-i! i'm going ahead, your highness. if you'd like to follow then please do so." your feet scattered through the paths as you motioned liz to follow suit.

jungwon nodded with visible rosy hues on his cheeks, but immediately paused on his tracks, turning his head over his shoulder. "ah, princess violet?"

"y-yes your highness?" the princess immediately stood up on her feet, gulping down her throat.

"you see.. if you weren't a lady, i wouldn't have let you earn the consequences of spewing nonsense to my wife."

the princess' orbs widened in utter horror, stuttering pathetically. "n-no! y-your highness! this isn't how it looks like p-please listen—"

"next time, if you dare as much as to provoke her one more time, i assure you being a lady or a princess would no longer be enough to keep your tongue intact." with icy eyes seething with blood, the prince then went on—leaving the princess to fall on her knees, eyes darting immensely.

"lady liz, could you let me have the lady to myself for a moment?"

his voice had you immediately pausing on your tracks with your mind still clouded over your actions awhile ago, heart beating rampantly as you turned to face the prince but you keep your head down as you didn't have the courage to look at him.

liz who was still greatly affected with the obvious tomato hues on her cheeks, looks towards you with eyes asking if it's okay, in which you nodded.

the girl hastily excused herself as she cupped her cheeks, and her feet threatened to stumble at the edge of the entrance much to your deadpanning look and sighing over how clumsy she was.

you finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes yet his face alone had you constantly recalling what you did with him. the heavy crushing weight of kissing him before the ladies, and calling him your man. how cute, huh?

an excruciating silence formed between you and him, your eyes darting all around the space but him, while your hands formed beads of sweat as you waited for him to speak first.

"so.. milady? how have you been?" jungwon locks eyes with yours, the way he looks to your soul felt as if he wanted to caress you with his arms at any moment, what is this? “and i have to say i’m surprised that you’ve came all the way to visit me, was.. it for me though, milady..?”

"oh, i’ve been doing absolutely well! h-how have you been too, your highness?" stuttering pathetically, you wish the gods would launch their gigantic mega hand against your face. and it struck you utterly late when you realised his question at the end. “and.. bold of you to assume that way, your highness.”

"right..” he hangs his head low. “however i’m very pleased to hear that you’re doing well, milady. but i'm not.. okay." he raises his feline eyes that was now engulfed with traces of sadness. "i have to apologize for messing up our pact."

"there's no need, your highness. the royal affairs are your duties as the crown prince. what am i, a simple lady has the right to earn any apology from his highness who simply did what he had to do?"

"what you said was true, but certainly do not call yourself as 'simple'. you're just any other lady, you're my future wife." jungwon took a few step closer, "(name)."

silence lingers in the long empty hallway with no one but you and him.

"i have to own it up to you, milady. it is my fault for missing one week of our pact." he looks down, clearly disappointed. “will you give me the chance, lady (name)?”

your lips hang apart, thinking twice as your eyes darted into any other direction other than the prince before you. “how is your highness going to own it up to me, though?”

jungwon’s features lit up like a glowing sunrise, “tomorrow, a fireworks festival will be held at the town. i’ve been planning to bring you—milady for a day out as a way to redeem myself.”

a day out, fireworks festival at the town. you can’t help but be excited for such simple words yet alike magic—it brought the scent of liveliness all the way to you—hugging your form in an oddly comforting way.

"and milady, can we not bring lady liz with us this time?"

"oh, your highness. i have neither agreed nor said anything yet?"

jungwon blushes awkwardly, uneasiness consumed his rampant heart as he didn’t want to screw this over and definitely didn’t want to risk you getting upset or anything, "lady (name), i truly desire to be alone with you for atleast a day."

that surely had you taken aback, clenching your fist in attempts to soothe your heart skipping a thousand beats. you look down, avoiding his ever so passionate gaze. "i- u-uhm, sure? i guess?"

giddily putting on a casual attire, apparently not the first time nor the first hour with the evidence of the scattered dresses on your bed serving as pure mockery to your face at how you’ve been putting too much effort for a simple fireworks festival.

a simple festival, that is.

yet your feet spinning around for you to sway your supposedly casual dark brown dress with a corset hugging your torso seems to not likely be the case.

leaves rustling from behind the window a tad bit loud for you, causes you to flinched as you snap your head with ogled eyes to the source of the noise. unsure if it was a paranormal phenomenon or whether it was the damn wind trying to shake you off.

being the scaredy cat you are, you just couldn't afford to add a horror element in your novel so what the fuck is this ominous bell playing in the background?!

you almost let out a scream after seeing a black silhouette landing right before your rattling orbs, your brain instantly activating fight and flight mode—opting to take your mountain of a dress and throw it at the intruder.

yet your rattled orbs dissipates as it fell on the familiar lush hair and his feline orbs. instantly fell on his attire—which greatly differs from his usual royal attires. you remembered that you drew this particular fit of him when he brought the female lead to the town for a picnic.

"why are you here?!"

"i thought we're going out for the festival, milady?"

"no— what i mean is why did your highness climb through the tree and not visit the manor in a normal, civil way through the entrance?!" you patted your chest in attempts to soothe your cold heart.

jungwon scratches the back of his neck as he avoided your blazing orbs, "since it would be our first time to go out together, i would like it to be only us. no one but us—"

your orbs softened immediately.

"yet the knights would then accompany us as for protection, which would be irritating so i left the palace secretly. and here i am, milady." jungwon said. "i apologise for scaring you, it wasn't my intention."

"u-uh," you horrendously couldn't think of a proper answer, "it's okay, your highness. i just didn't expect it."

jungwon finally pulled up his usual smile, his feline orbs then looks all the way down from your hair till your feet which had you engulfed in embarrassment. "you look gorgeous, milady. i assume you dress up for me?"

"bold of you to assume it." you scoffed in return in which he smirked, knowing very well it meant the opposite.

"then milady," he lifted himself up on the edge of the balcony, extending his arms and laying out his palms for you. you held your breath with the breathtaking sight of him; his fluffy hair flowing along the night sky breeze, twinkling kitten orbs with his lips forming a slight smirk. "let's go?"

you gaze at his extended palms before you, slipping your hands on it as he takes you closer to his chest, wrapping his strong arm around your waist for stronger protection—his touch alone had you looking down abashedly—guiding the both of you down the ground from the rustling tree. landing ever so effortlessly just like the so-called cat he was, you flinched instantly when his lips ghosted against your ears. goosebumps rising on the back of your neck when that happens.

"are you okay, milady?" his other hand is still wrapped around your hips, tight as it can and yet as gentle as it can be.

"uh- i, i'm okay." you pushed yourself away from him, standing a metre apart. "remember one metre apart."

"right."

"lead the way, then! the festival—"

the blasting noise of the town enveloped your ears the more you drew closer, and you looked down after taking a swift glance at the prince lit up smile, what’s up with him falling so much for you? was it really love at first sight? you’d rather that to not be the case, to be honest, you’ve always loathe that trope which serves as a proof in your entire writing career with you avoiding it through and through.

love at first sight; such sight only lasts for a while, its only purpose is to please our eyes and such. nothing more and nothing less. that's all beautiful things are for, isn’t? it gives you false hope, false dreams, false imagination of what things could have been like.

love at first sight; just like its name, alike the blooming florals in the night sky, falling in love can be deceptive, luring you in for such a short-lasting moment that will eventually leave you in this hollow void of velvet night sky for a long long time, with the consequences of it punching a humongous void in your soul, reaching your hand out for that bursting light one more time.

"your highness, could you stop calling me, milady, milady, for now, will you? just call me by my name." you sighed enormously after having your ears blasted with his never ending ‘milady’, it sort of felt to you that he was somehow enamoured in addressing you that way.

jungwon’s boba eyes wavers, dimples emerging from his puffy cheek. "as you wish, milady. however i wish for you to stop addressing me as ‘your highness’ then."

“a—alright, what would you like for me to call you then...?” you exclaimed a tad bit joyful than usual which had jungwon smiling ever so happily.

"jungwon." he shots a playful wink, causing your already hazardous heart to weaken even further. "(name), is it? pretty name for a pretty lady."

you looked away, "we're in public."

"wow, i didn't expect that you would be embarrassed after the spectacular scene you did during the ball back then, (name)?" purposely emphasising your last name, you glared at him.

"well, that was your fault! when a lady asks for you to let go, then you shall do it."

"but then, us right now—wouldn't happen at all, right?"

you didn't expect you would agree with him, but you obviously weren't going to show it. simply shrugging at his playfulness like a child.

"also that kiss was nice."

taken aback, "you—"

"young sir, would you like to buy a single violet for your lover?" your eyes fell upon an old lady in a weary persimmon cardigan and a beige dress reaching down below her knee, and at the baskets filled camellias dangling on her right arm.

taken aback by that chosen word, your cheeks flushed as you stuttered, unbelievably horrid after realising your own reaction. "h-he is not my—"

the old lady's eyes widened, "oh, my apologies!"

"of course," jungwon pulls not one but the entire camellias into one bouquet, smiling as took a few sniff. "i wonder how much a bouquet would be for my wife?"

"your wife?!” you exclaimed with your features contorted into disbelief after he had paid for the whole damn bouquet, “as far as i assume, the pact is still active?”

“hm,” the prince pulled a sly smirk as he caressed the camellias against his rosy cheeks, “you were the one who wished for me to stop calling you ‘milady’, what would be a better way then to call you my wife? (name)?”

"s-seriously? just where did you come up with all these words!" you cupped your cheeks as you turned your back against him. “this is ridiculous.”

jungwon's orbs widened, looking away immediately as he raised his slightly curled fingers up to his cheeks, hiding away his rosy blush. "have you forgotten the kiss? it might have activated this odd magic of well chosen words, my wife.”

“one more time and i’ll leave!”

“alright, alright! here,” jungwon sneakily sways before you, “a bouquet for a pretty lady.”

“you just had to buy the whole thing, seriously.”

“the old lady would surely go about the town, looking for people to sell her flowers. don’t you think it’s a good idea that we could help her quickly?”

upon his words, you shrugged despite wholeheartedly agreeing with him, sniffing the fragrance of the camellias instantly soothes your soul, yet you couldn’t suppress your grin when you recalled his words and his considerate thoughts for the old lady—opting to hide this blooming grin behind the bouquet while you two walked about the town, exploring every bit and bit.

"if i could be bold once more, could i ask you for something again?"

"hm?"

"i had something i wish to give you."

oh please god, no way, if it's the heirloom you've written on page 76 in your novel, you'd rather not as that object is hella important and the particular scene that includes the heirloom was when the prince gave it as a present to the female lead, his lover—on their wedding day.

and you definitely don't wanna be a queen, screw the crown—you'd rather sleep on your fluffy pillows and blankets.

"whatever you're thinking, do scrap the idea." you nonchalantly said, yet the way his eyes looked down in disappointment had you hissing in response all while rolling your eyes. you kind of loathe to see that expression on his face somehow.. "i'm already satisfied with the book you gave me, there's nothing more i wanted than that, do you understand?”

his feline eyes lighted up so quickly as the corners of his faint red lips pulling up in a satisfied smile. “i understand.”

“good.”

🎵... IMMORTAL BIRD

blasting drums and a roaring crowd suddenly engulfed the entire town, causing your voice along with jungwon's to drown alongside it. you caught sight of everyone in a pair regardless of gender or age hopping into a circular pattern in the centre of the street, holding hands together as they spun around, getting closer and then far. their faces adorned with the brightest smiles.

you caught sight of a mother dancing along happily with her two younger sons, a son pulling his father’s hands as they slowly dance in their own world, a pair of best friends from afar as they giddily created their own silly dance, and a sight of two ladies with their hands interlaced as they look into each other’s eyes with traces of tenderness and warmth, and many more you aren't able to mention.

it was a canvas that held love dripping in thousands of hues, and yet it was still in the form of love.

"it's a yearly ritual, milady. to dance together under the night sky as it blooms into fireworks."

"that's wonderful.." you were astounded, yet you somehow don't remember that you wrote this particular ritual. yes, you did wrote about the fireworks festival and that the main couple had their first kiss in that scene. but the dance ritual?.. was there any important memories that you haven’t somehow recalled yet?

"may i then, milady?"

"w-what?" astounded you were at the sight of him standing in front of you with his arms extended, and palms spread before you with sincerity brushing over his faint red lips.

"may i have the honour to have a dance with you, milady?" jungwon asked with hope evident in his eyes, "last time, it didn't end that well for us."

a couple moments of silence grew between you and him despite the gradually increasing volume of the luminous town behind; the dancing pairs, chatters of the elders, murmurs and gasps from the ladies as they go about their day, footsteps of children stomping all across the pathway as they play hide and seek, while some had kites and balloons tied around their wrist—giggling endlessly.

the low volume of musicians playing their respective instruments of accordion, harmonica, and guitar blended accordingly so that it flowed pleasingly to your ears.

a sentient mood of belonging, comfort, and home.

this sight, this atmosphere, the mood this town emitted, this young man before you turning into an innocent young boy whose feline eyes twinkled and blinked slowly for you.

a frame of everly purring garden.

"so.." jungwon raised his palms once again, "may i, milady?"

truly a breathtaking canvas of a man who falls in love.

tugging both sides of your skirts as you lower yourself slightly, curtsying before him. "of course, my prince." you slipped your hands onto his palms, it didn't go past your sight how his feline orbs widened and twinkled a couple of seconds later as the corners of his lips pulled up in a slight grin.

skin brushing against skin and the comforting heat from his chest as he pulled you closer to him, leaning closer he did with his lips brushing against your ear and his warmth voice sending chills down your skin.

"follow my lead, milady."

interlacing his warm fingers with yours, he guided you around the bursting fountain—swaying around in a circular motion just like every other pair did.

the accordion switches to a lively bursting melody, opting to move everyone's feet in a tapping frantic active mode, a goofy grin and giggles emerge from everyone's face as they spin around on and on.

dancing with him feels oddly calming despite everyone’s sudden burst of energy— the lights turning round and round in a circular motion as you danced with the prince had you feeling slight bliss, that is. you shouldn't be enjoying this too much, right?

this town spilling in golden hues like an overflowing sink, yet this prince drips even more in over-saturation with his own colour, splattering its shades across your bare skin.

it feels as if, as if in this very moment that you were the main character with him. as if you were one with him.

his hands lifted your arm as he let you spin around freely for the first time, both your hands and his immediately reattached and he guided your hands onto his shoulder.

two pairs of feet swaying and spinning beneath the ground with golden orbs particles following along as if it had life in it.

and as you spun a couple of times more when he let go of your hand, it didn't go past your vision on how his fingers twirled your hair locks in tender and utmost affection, and the sweetened sugar smile on his faint red lips never ceasing to exist.

as soon as you got back into his arms, jungwon caressed your cheeks in the process—lifting your arm as he turned you around, pulling your back against his chest as you faced the luminous golden town and everything before you. gasping for the nth time when his right arm wrapped around your clothed tummy, and his left hand; two fingers tapping across your bare arms till it reaches your left hand, interlacing your fingers with his as he lifted it up.

hushing in a lullaby-like motion.

shutting his eyes tight as he buried his chin in the side of your neck—he began to guide you to dance in this very intimate position, he whispered, "milady."

goosebumps arise on every cell in your body, as you two indulged in this dance.

the lively instrument along with overlapping voices gradually merging into one, sort of like as if they were a voluminous orchestra, soaring higher and higher with their vocal chords spiralling into utter euphoria with the blasting footsteps on the ground.

yet the man holding you close in his tender pacifying embrace, had you engulfed in solace; the spirited bustling soul of this town and the stark contrast of the serene soul enveloping yours blended in a perfect balance of home.

purring so lovable.

it had you speechless as his strong pair of arms held you up, bringing your feet up and beneath the ground in this hypnotising dance for a couple of times, spinning you gracefully one more time with the frame of your skirt swaying like a blooming flower in its glory— rendering your mind into utter malfunction.

floating and soaring up the air.

he then spun you around to face him, lifting you up with ease like a fairy floating up in the air, "y-your highness—jungwon!" your vision of the crowd all over the space grew hazy and dazed, with only you and him remaining crystal clear in the glowing frame. supporting yourself with your arms on his shoulder, you were about to protest and yet his eyes had such a breathtaking universe within it that it had you sealing your lips.

breathtaking indeed.

like a stone hopping on the ocean causing a butterfly effect of limitless blossoming ripples, it formed a hypnotising image that lured your soul closer to it’s deepest void, rendering you helpless in getting yourself out and yet you wish not to go, but to stay longer, to stay a bit more to see of what would come out of it. floating like a fairy amidst the dreamy ripple within his orbs, you stuttered from this prolonged magnetism gaze.

pit patter of the flowing fountain afar merged with a sudden burst of crackles.

flashes of voluminous sparks exploded within his orbs, your lips hung apart in awe as the dreamy ripples within it bursted into an ocean of light—that instead of a stone, it was like a single marble smashing into it’s void—forming thousands of scattered and shining golden beads of lights within those infatuated orbs, illuminating those engraved words of romances within it.

all solely for you.

you flinched at the exploding thunder-like shooting above the night sky that surpasses what your mind and ears could take, clenching your hand on his shoulder tighter in hopes to find solace, yet you caught sight of his lips mouthing two words that you took a while to process amidst the sound.

“beautiful indeed.. my firework.”

soaring and colourful, the whole city is immersed in the sound of this sea of bursting lights. crowd's roaring in awe surged through your ears, your cheeks met jungwon's chest as he lowered you down, protesting you did yet he hushed you to gaze upon the limitless neon flora blossoming on the starry glazed night sky; the blinding colourful lights illuminated the smile on everyone's face including yours and the prince.

shimmering gemstones rained upon the black velvet sky, forming a waterfall of lights in all sorts of colours and images; crimson petals of roses, aquamarine waves ushering to the seashore, white blanket of scattered snow powders, yellow fleeting dandelions, green blades of the field swaying with the breeze reluctantly slipping down the town, reflecting on the vast water lake.

it was as if the luminous sun had risen upon the town, and another one shooted above on your right side; blossoming its veil-like umbrella that had millions of garden petals on top of it to rain upon everyone. each and one of them had differing images of it representing itself, yet each and one of them was splendid, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

it showers down the town like fleeting fairy dust.

"it's breathtaking, isn't it? it’s like a shooting star.."

"truly it is—” you flinched at his feline orbs gazing at you in awe, admiring you utterly as if you were the scenery of fireworks itself. you found yourself getting lost in those blossoming sparkles reflecting within his eyes once again.

"stop it."

"why would i?"

"just look at the damn fireworks, will you?" slightly biting your lips as you look away, breaking the prolonged eye contact.

"alright, milady." he shrugged in amusement. it remained in silence for a couple of minutes before he spoke again. "they say, couples who watched the fireworks together had their first kiss under it."

"u-uh?!"

"but milady, you had stolen a kiss from me." he leaned in playfully, flashes of colours illuminating his kittenish orbs and grin. "would you mind if i steal one, too?"

“i-i said stop teasing me!”

jungwon lets out a couple of lighthearted giggles at you attempting to punch him, sprinting and dodging you playfully, and as the both of you were immersed in your little game, the firework festival had wrapped up in one final splendid sight of bursting petals of garden.

glowing golden lanterns illuminating the sidewalk along the way, pit patters of pouring rain dropped on top of your extended palms out the window of the carriage, tender breeze of the night sky blows through your fallen hair locks as your eyes remained glued on the bouquet on your lap, along with his melody chords flowing through your ears like a lullaby.

it has reached past midnight when you two came back from the town, but on the way back home, jungwon had suggested for you to take a look at his quarters first, which you had initially denied due to obvious worrying reasons. yet today, as you delighted yourself in the bouquet of violets, and the sets of memories from the festival, you agreed with little to no hesitation. however along the hallway as you follow behind the prince, despite ignoring these blurbing thoughts—it dawns on you every passing second of what could happen once you step inside his room.

the sight of jungwon’s back facing you had your cheeks flushing immensely as you recalled his bare chest that day in your manor, mentally cussing yourself for even thinking of it. your brain had just got to be your greatest enemy in this moment after your heart, huh?

“y-you see.”

jungwon spun around to face you, yet still walking backwards with his hands interlaced behind his back. you stuttered at the euphoria evident on his cheeks and crinkled eyes, the moonlight from the vast window illuminated on the edges of his divinely sculptured face, and a faint shadow laying beneath his dimples.

“yes, milady?” this guy just really had to play it cool and nice as he sang the addressment in a playful manner.

“remember the pact, okay? i agreed to visit your quarters in order to just take a look, nothing more than that.” your eyes were on the long red carpet as you said that, yet you raise your head finally in order to see his reaction after an excruciating silence that occurs.

"i'd certainly would not dare, milady.. but if you insist." he shots a mischievous wink at your way, causing your already rampant heart to burst in a thousand volts.

shit.

seriously, you couldn't be bothered by this, aren't you? god knows how much filth you've written in the past few years of your life, you could even describe all of it without releasing a few screams or there, which shows how much of a pro you are.

after what seems like an eternity in the hallway, much to your groaning over your aching legs, you and the prince halted before the huge double door with engraved golden swirling patterns all over it.

you were beyond distraught when he pushed the door open to his room, revealing the entire outlook of the furniture, painting, couches, table, and lastly.. the king-sized bed.

bitch, get a hold on yourself. this isn't your first time.

your lips hang slightly apart to feign surprise as if this was your first time to be in his room, cause heck it wasn't obviously not the first time you've seen this place. you were the one who designed his room! this isn't your first time so why were you this nervous?!

“ugh—” you yelp in pain.

“does your feet hurt, milady?”

“no, no, it’s just aching, that is.” mentally cussing once again at how freaking long the hall in this palace was, you could’ve sworn it felt like you were going for the thousand stairs up to heaven. your head grew dazed when your vision slightly floated upwards from the floor, eyebrows deeply knitted together as to how are you up so high? your haze vision caught sight of your legs dangling up the air and slowly at the pair of strong arms carrying your legs, it finally dawned on you as you let out a yelp with the close proximity of the prince’s face against yours.

“wait- put me down! put me down!”

“hush, milady. you got to take some rest.”

“then in the couch! on the couch, right now!” you pleaded within the depths of your mind, oh my god. oh my god please god help me!

“the couch is not ideal for this situation.” he reasoned with you, not even budging nor pausing in his way to the king-sized bed.

🎵...STUCK IN LOVE

“what is not ideal?!” you whimpered as he placed you on the edge of the bed, taken aback at how he simply gets on the floor with one knee, rubbing your feet after pulling out your shoes. the prince poured his utmost concentration in massaging your aching feet, with his long fingers rubbing and stroking your sole in circular motion. to your surprise, he had been doing this for a whole good ten minutes without saying anything.

you didn’t expect this at all, were you that dirty-minded?! groaning within, you weep to the deities to cleanse your mind at least.

“milady is so worked up for nothing, i wonder what could she be thinking about?” you gave him a deadpan look at how he obviously was teasing you to death.

“stop teasing me.”

“hm? why not? teasing you has been my greatest hobby for awhile now, milady.”

“i said stop it, i dare you or else—”

“or else.. what?” your head blasted in utter chaos when he lets your feet down, leaning closer and closer.

“s-stop!”

“or else.. what, milady?” jungwon cooed, tucking your hair locks behind your ear. “i’m awfully curious.." he pushed you on top of the bed, hovering over you as he caged you within his arms on both sides of your head.

"milady."

your breath caught up on the back of your throat with the sight of him on top of you, akin to a predator about to feast on its prey, due to his feline orbs switching to an expression you very well knew what it means.

"that's certainly brave of you, don't you think? milady?" he keeps emphasising the last word as if he adores to call you that very much, adding such a seductive tone had your heart skipping a beat. "kissing me in front of other ladies, that's quite a fascinating trait."

a thousand hazardous beats, actually. you really can't do this. "i mean, i don't know.."

"milady." he whispered. "are you really shy?" giggles emerged causing tingles on your neck. "after kissing me?"

"c-can you just stop messing with me?!"

"as you wish, milady." he pressed a passionate kiss on your forehead, chanting the word a dozen more times as he continued on making you feel so loved.

his affectionate gestures were driving your bones into weakness and your knees to marshmallows as you indulge yourself in his love—the love he bestows only for you.

"milady, come." his lips brushed against your hair, and to your surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled you on your feet. surprise and speechless you was as nothing had gone past the limits you placed for him, and the fact that he did nothing but simply tease you does wonders to your heart.

your mind floated into confusion as he urged you to take a seat in front of the big round mirror with a golden frame, letting you view yourself and the prince in the glassy reflection.

you sat there in silence; curious, confused, and a bit intrigued blended with tiny traces of fear of what he intended to do. your heart skips a beat when you observe him taking your hair locks on his palms as he feels it against his cheek, it was an eccentric lovesick sight of him. his long fingers wrapped around the handle of the hair brush on the side of the table, he brushes the piece of your hair locks in his palms gently with it.

"i adore it when you call me 'your prince'."

you felt uneasy, a whole new different meaning of uneasiness as his small gesture of brushing your hair had your heart burbling into forms you couldn't understand. what is this feeling? why was he so gentle and loving with you? for what?

after what felt like eternity, he lets your hair down. his fingers brushes against your bare shoulder which had you flinching slightly. he notices this, the corners of his lips pulling up as he caresses your bare skin with the back of his hand, excruciatingly slow and tiny, tremendously affectionate and enamoured.

he knelt down before you, taking both of your hands in his, engaging it—bringing it on his cheeks which causes you to feel the sensation of his skin. then his lips ghosted across your fingers as he pressed a long deep kiss on top of your hand.

the sensation of his lips has your face flushing in utter mess, you wanted to stay calm and yet these tiny gestures he claimed as a lover's vow, had you crumbling into his hands.

his other hand plucks out a single violet from the bouquet, tucking your hair behind your ear as he pushes the flora in. caressing your hair after in such an affectionate manner.

"milady," his feline eyes raised to gaze deep into your crumbling soul, "i wonder if i am worthy enough to be your lover?"

speechless as your tongue tied on its own, gulping immensely. "my lover?.. just why are you so damn infatuated with me? i don't understand, this must be a joke, isn't?"

"i am not joking, milady. just as you called me your man that day," jungwon spoke, as sincerity engulfed his voice, "i myself also desire to call you my woman.. and not just my woman.."

his hand reaches down to hold your hands in his again, grasping it with burning passion.

"..my lover, my wife, the queen of this nation, and if you would like to someday.. the mother of my future child."

after a couple seconds of silence of you being utterly speechless at his words, he then spoke again with his wavering boba orbs, tongue lapping his lower lip in obvious uneasiness. “all i need is your permission, and one word from you, milady.”

those strings of words holding traces, no, a heavy scent and weight of undying love—he basically just professed his love for you, and proposed to you this time in a more appropriate, intimate, and affectionate way.

to you, he was the garden that slowly held you in his lush bed of comfort. to him, you were the flower that made this garden blooming so evergreen. the violet to his eyes.

the choice is all yours, what is your answer, milady?

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I. The Arrangement

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess?

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 1364

Destined to be Yin and Yang

I own no rights to any of the Avatar Last Air Bender characters.

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy regardless.

See Y/N's inspiration here.

The day started as any other day had previously. I awoke in my bed to the peaking of the sun’s rays through my window, and I stretched as I threw the thick blanket off of me. An urgent knock sounded on my door before I heard my mother’s voice on the other side.

“Y/N?” Another knock sounded. “Y/N? It’s your mother. Are you awake? Your father and I have something important to tell you.” My mother’s usually cheerful voice sounded somber, and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I flattened my chocolate brown hair on my head and then permitted my parents to enter. Mother opened the door and smiled at me, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. My father followed behind her, and he gave me a similar smile before my parents interlaced their hands together.

I knew then whatever they had to say was not going to be happy news, and my heart’s pace in my chest quickened.

“I hope you slept well, my darling.” My father’s words sounded foreign on his tongue. “We have some good news to share this morning.” There was no excitement in his voice, and I raised an eyebrow at him. “The Fire Lord has agreed to a peace treaty with us.”

“That’s fantastic.” My voice raised a single octave. “But that doesn’t explain why you both look somber this morning.” Mother bit her lip as Father rubbed the back of his neck. “What were his conditions?” My question quietly left my lips, and my parents both sighed as they walked to sit on either side of my bed.

“Lord Ozai agreed to the peace treaty with the only condition that you would marry his son.” Mother’s gentle hand stroked my hair as she answered my question. I felt as though a block of ice had formed in the pit of my stomach, but I swallowed away the small protest I was forming as I looked at the hopeful faces of my parents.

“In exchange, the Tribe can live peacefully and we can trade with the Fire Nation.” My father added, and I nodded in understanding.

“When do I leave?” My voice was small, and my mother wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.

I wasn’t going to like this answer either.

“There are Fire Nation soldiers to take you back to the Fire Nation now.” Mother whispered in my ear as my father wrapped his arms around the two of us. “You are to depart after breakfast.” I hugged them both back before I pulled away.

“Then I shall get ready.”

Shortly after finishing breakfast, I stood on the dock as I hugged my parents farewell. A gut feeling told me that this would be the last time I’d see both of them, and I fought hard to hold back my tears as I boarded the Fire Nation ship. The soldiers yelled orders to each other as the boarding ramp was withdrawn from the dock. I waved goodbye to my parents and blew them air kisses before I turned away from their disappearing forms. I bit the inside of my lip to prevent the tears from spilling out of my eyes.

I retreated to my room aboard this ship, and that room is where I remained for the rest of the journey to the Fire Nation. I looked out the small window pane as the ships horn blew, announcing our presence to the port. The stone dock had several Fire Nation guards surrounded the Fire Lord that stood waiting to greet the ship. Cold eyes could be seen scanning the deck as the ship neared the dock. A lump of ice formed in my throat as the gravity of the situation startled to set upon me.

I have to do this for my tribe’s best interests. A took a deep breath as I straightened my shoulders. I will bare this burden so my people may prosper.

Determination found its way to my eyes as I checked my appearance in the mirror. The brown eyes that stared back at me hardly looked like they belonged on the sixteen year old face, but I blinked away any trace of emotion as the ship fully docked. Smoothing the cobalt blue robes I wore, I left the safety of the room and made my way to the deck.

Before me, waiting at the bottom of the boat’s ramp, was an authoritative man with beige skin. His golden eyes were watching me with disdain as I approached where he stood. I bowed deeply in respect to the Fire Lord.

“Fire Lord Ozai, I--” I began, but the Fire Lord turned on his heels and begun walking away.

“Come. You’ll miss your ship.” The guards turned and followed their leader, and I felt my heart race as I followed behind the guards. A voice in the back of my head was saying to run.

Run away from the potential death that awaits you.

I refused to let the voice in my head shake my resilience, so I followed until we walked towards the ramp of another ship. Two figures stood by the ramp--a boy about my age with a severe burn scar on his left eye, and an older man with a soft face. Dark brown hair was pulled tightly into a bun upon the younger man’s head, and he wore a look of determination as the Fire Lord approached. The older man looked at me with curiosity as I stood behind the guards. Color left my face as I had a feeling the other two did not know of the Fire Lord’s news.

“Zuko,” Lord Ozai addressed one of them, and the younger man bowed in response. “I am presenting to you your new betrothed.” The Fire Lord’s guards parted to reveal you to the Fire Lord’s son, whose face flashed briefly with anger and confusion before he gained composure of his face. One of the guards shoved me forward, but I caught myself before I could stumble. Straightening my shoulders, I approached and bowed to the Prince before I stood on the other side of the older man. The older man’s eyes softened as he looked at me; I had a feeling he knew something that I was not aware of yet.

“Zuko, from this day forward, you are hereby banished from the Fire Nation unless you return with the avatar.” Cold eyes stared at the young man as he spoke with a menacing tone. “Take your crew, your servants, your bride, and go.” The Fire Lord said nothing more as he turned on his heel and walked away from the dock. The former prince bowed before he shoved his way up the ramp to the boat. My heart squeezed in my chest for the prince as I followed the older man on to the boat.

“Don’t expect to sleep in my quarters.” The young man grumbled in anger as he turned to face me. He raised a finger to point at me. “Just because we are to be betrothed doesn’t mean I will allow you to distract me from my mission.” I swallowed the lump in my throat as I curtsied to the prince.

“I expected nothing less.” The young man huffed before he stormed away, barking orders to the crew.

“Forgive him,” The older man said as he stood next to me. “My nephew does not mean to be rude. He is just upset.” I nodded at the older man.

“I shall be in my quarters if anyone needs me.” He nodded to me. “I am Y/N.” I gave the older man a slight bow, and the older man gave me a soft smile.

“I am Iroh, but you can call me Uncle Iroh.” I smiled at Iroh as I bowed my head slightly then walked away. I quickly found which room I would occupy. As I closed the door behind me, I slowly sank to my knees as the reality of my situation finally washed over me. Blinking away the tears only caused tears to fall as a tsunami of emotions hit me.

My life will never be the same.

#avatar imagine #zuko imagine #zuko x reader #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko #atla zuko #destined to be yin and yang

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knightfcll · 9 months

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nightcap

welt x reader, 1.6k

note: 🤪 im like not even caught up but i love this gilf tew much okay bye. My first reader fic on da blog, blease be nice 2 me <3

content notes: ❗️❗️🔞🔞🔞❗️❗️ explicit smut here, minors do NOT interact!!! Reader is gender neutral, no specific references to pronouns/body type/genitalia for reader, brief oral sex, penetrative sex, reader calls welt “mr yang” a lot 🥴

The Astral Express is quiet. You've finally returned after another long and difficult journey on another strange, new planet. Everyone else has retired to their own rooms for a well deserved rest, but you still wander the halls. Mr. Yang had stayed behind for this assignment and to say that you felt his absence was an understatement.

You had lasted all of five minutes in your own bed before throwing off the covers and deciding to seek him out. Without the exhaustion of adventure weighing him down, he's likely still awake, perhaps poring over a newspaper from your latest excursion. You make sure to bring one back for him if he's not there; he says it's so he can get a better idea of what effect the Stellaron's had on the planet, but you see how quickly he turns to the comic strips. You'll catch him doodling the characters later, sometimes changing their features, doing two and three different sketches that he thinks you won't see.

You're only half right. You find him almost exactly as you'd imagined when you slip into his room, except his brows are furrowed. He's tapping a pencil against the paper.

“Need any help, Mr. Yang?”

He looks at you briefly before returning to his crossword puzzle. "Evening. And yes."

You smile and saunter towards him, crawling onto the bed eagerly. He opens his arms without prompting, allowing you to settle into his lap with your back to his chest. He has most of it filled out already, with only the bottom left grid glaringly empty. Mr. Yang is one of the smartest people, which is why you like to tease him when he has to ask you for help with these things, but he's also the most mature, which accounts for the good natured chuckle you typically get in response.

"What's the clue?"

"Eight letters. 'Hot term for a recent admirer.'"

You make a show of scrunching up your face and delicately take the pencil from him. Your handwriting isn't quite as neat as his, but finds a certain charm in it.

Welt hums appreciatively. "'New flame.' I think you could be right."

You beam. "Bested by the newcomer, Mr. Yang. You'll have to ask me to explain strange things out in the wild next time we leave the Express."

He chuckles. He thinks it's cute when you try to tease him like this; you're all bark and no bite, really. You fold as soon as he gets his hands on you.

Like right now, as his fingers ghost over your thigh. You lean into it as much as you can, but he's so good at holding back. It's the sweet sting of having someone like Welt for a lover: a wealth of experience to keep you satisfied for hours on end, but the patience and precision needed to keep you just on edge until he thinks you're ready.

"Did you need something?" He says it so casually, like he doesn't know your skin is burning underneath him.

You turn your head to look at him. It's there again, that little bit of sharpness in his gaze that seems to go right through you. He's already thinking about all the ways he can unmake you.

"Just you," you say, waiting the precious few moments it takes for the spark to ignite.

Welt kisses you, softly at first. His hands roam over your thighs, just ghosting underneath your sleep shorts. You whine the third time he does it, unable to handle the loss of his touch. He pulls away.

“Patience.”

You pout. He notices everything. “I’m not impatient.”

He humphs in disbelief. “Don’t make a sound until I tell you to.”

Any other night, you might protest his rigidity. Be the brat he likes you to be, until you’re a sobbing mess in hands, begging him to just fuck you and stop teasing. Tonight, however, you’re inclined towards obedience. You hush up and wait the agonizing few moments that he waits, watching for any sign of defiance. Satisfied, he kisses you again, hungrier this time, sliding his tongue over yours. You hold back a moan when he digs his fingers into your thighs.

Welt pushes you down. He trails his lips down your body, over your chest, your sensitive nipples. He halts just below your belly button, kissing the skin lightly while he pulls down your shorts. You shiver once your exposed to the cool air.

Anticipation burns inside you when he pulls your leg up and over his shoulder. He slowly teases your entrance with his tongue, giving it slow, featherlight licks that he soon follows up with a finger.

“Mr. Yang,” you say, unable to resist calling out as he speeds up.

He doesn’t respond, choosing to punish you instead by letting up. He knows it’s agony, feeling his warm breath on you where you need him most.

It’s too much. You give up on obedience and let desperation take hold as you grab at welt’s shoulders and pull him in to kiss you. Your taste lingers on his tongue. “Mr. Yang, please…“

Welt palms at your ass. It’s a nice reminder that he’s far more affected by you than he typically comes off. Although his words are often measured and his tone even, the way he touches you is nothing short of ravenous.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

You’re on the brink of tears now. Your legs are locked around his hips, his fingers are rubbing and pinching your nipple. He knows, but he likes to make you say it. “Mr. Yang, please, please,”

He doesn’t budge. You reach for the drawstring on his pants yourself, but he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth instead. “You can speak, can’t you? Use your words.”

You watch as he pulls your finger into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. He’ll keep going, ignoring your pleas while he toys with you long past the rising of the sun. He’s done it before.

You draw a shaky breath.

“Mr. Yang, I need you inside me.”

You wait for his response. He almost looks bored, that half-awake look he gets when he’s quizzing you on the values of each Aeon with hands roaming across your chest.

He kisses your palm. “Keep going.”

“Welt,” his given name falls from your lips, a strained whisper that sets Welt on edge, “please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore, please.“

Welt lets go of your hand. He disentangles himself from you fully, ignoring your desperate whines. You hear his pants fall to the floor and then he’s hovering over you again, sliding a hand under your shoulder.

“Turn around.”

You hear him, but you’re too distracted by the sight of his weeping cock to really pay attention. He sighs and gently lifts you, maneuvering you so you’re on your hands and knees with your back to him.

Tears of relief fall down your face when Welt drapes himself over your back. You feel him lining himself up with your entrance. You shudder when he finally enters you. His grip on your waist tightens. He lets his cock stay sheathed in you for an agonizing moment before he pulls out and starts to set a rhythm. The slow friction stirs something in Welt; he lets go of your waist and covers your hand with his own. He curses above you and moves in closer, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

“I want to hear you. Please,” Welt gasps. It makes your heart skip.

You call out to him, moaning his name in a quiet voice that gets louder and louder as his thrusts quicken. Your words become more frantic, endless declarations of how much you need him interrupted by broken sobs of pleasure. Welt speaks your name, too, in between ragged breaths and the rapid stuttering of his hips, curses falling from his lips in a constant prayer.

“Mr. Yang,” you say, because you know how his breathing stops when you call him that, just like the first time it did when he had you on your knees in his bedroom, “Mr. Yang, I love you.”

Welt’s final thread of composure snaps. He hooks his arm around your throat and buried his face in your neck. His hips slap against you harder than before, but he still has the presence of mind to reach down and tease you one last time to put you over the edge. Waves of ecstasy roll through as you give one final, strangled shout.

Welt follows soon after, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic until he buries himself to the hilt and groans deep into your skin. You both slump forward, breathing heavily. He kisses your neck sloppily before finally pulling out with a sigh. He pulls you once to get you to clean up, but you don’t budge, a telltale look of bliss on your face. He gives up and leaves you, returning with clean cloths to wipe you down. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he flips you onto your back and takes care of you.

“Thanks, Welt.”

He smiles softly, but doesn’t look at you, focused on his task. He climbs back into the bed once he’s done, flat on his back. You lean over and rest your head on his chest.

Exhaustion weighs you down suddenly. Even though you left the mission early to see Welt, the trip back to the express hadn’t been easy. It feels like you’ll drift off into sleep as soon as you close your eyes. So you do, but not before reaching up to kiss Welt just under his chin.

#welt yang x reader #welt x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #welt yang smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #writing tag

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destructive-path · 2 months

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can you write ellie with dacryphillia?

heres a really rough quick drabble 4 u! (not proofread)

mdni(18+) nsfw, bdsm?ellie pulls out the belt idfk (lovingly), dacryphillia (duh) free palestine

“sorry i cant tonight. i have plans with my ellie.”

your ellie.

its true. she was yours, and you were hers. like yin and yang. polar opposites creating harmony. like two puzzle pieces come together to create a beautiful picture.

everyone in the town knew you two to be inseparable any time it was allowed. it was rare one of you would be spotted without the other. slowly people began addressing you as a unit, instead of your individual selfs, because you were hers. and she was yours. neither of you minded this, infact something about it made you two even more close.

“right. plans.”

the “plans” you had mentioned was a delicate way of putting things. your friend, however knew the truth. whilst you and ellie were infamous for being a perfect pair, you two were also infamous for being the LOUDEST couple in the late hours of the night.

warmth rose on your cheeks as you adjusted your pack and turned to your shared home with your girlfriend, where you knew she would be waiting for you.

“ill see you later!”

you waved as you walked in the opposite direction of your friend. you were only a few steps away from her before you heard her whisper-

“lesbians.”

as she turned on her heels and made her way to the kickback you had denied her invitation to. but not before shouting-

“GO EASY ON HER FOR ME HUH? DONT NEED HER SLACKING ON PATROL.”

—

everyone knew ellie to be a bit closed off, quiet. when she stumbled onto your little town bloody and bruised, alone…you knew you had to take her in. her first few months there she never said much of anything to anyone. she did make herself useful. always volunteering for any work, or patrol shifts. most people thought she was just eager to show her appreciation for being rescued. you- however, knew better. you knew she desperately needed a distraction from her thoughts. whatever she had been through prior to becoming a member of your town haunted her. you could see it.

eventually ellie opened up to you. most people had given up on cracking her harsh outer shell. but not you, no you were determined to learn everything you could about ellie. so you worked for it. made yourself available to her at any moment in fear that you would miss the time she was feeling venerable enough to share what brought her here. what made her this way.

you never pushed her to share. or forced her to be as into you as you were into her. and ellie appreciated that. you were always just there. ready to talk when she needed, ready to distract her if she got too in her head. she got used to that feeling of having you close. eventually her feelings became something more, and eventually you both opened up and became completely obsessed with discovering new things about each other. and the rest was history.

no one ever saw ellie the way you did. people in the town knew you to be persistent. always ready to lead. you gave orders like you were born to do it. so naturally when you and the quiet woman had become a pair, people assumed you were in the place of dominance in your relationship. but oh were they wrong.

you and ellie were polar opposites in life, and polar opposites in the bedroom. you two had created a space where you could give in to your deepest, darkest desires. after the first few more vanilla sexcapades something more dark crept its way between the sheets. something more real.

it started when ellie had you on all fours, your chest pressed to the soft mattress. back arched. she was behind you, leaned over your spine as she began whispering in your ear-

“can i make you feel pain baby? want to make you hurt…right. here.”

she squeezed the fat of your ass with her hand, and you were done for.

see, while you enjoyed being in charge, you also missed the feeling of letting go. by day you were a soldier. never bested in a fight, hardly faced with any challenges or fear or pain. you missed it, you had allowed yourself to become so comfortable in this town that you forgot how delicious adrenaline was. how it felt good to be covered in scars and marks and to know you had made it out alive, and that because of it all, you were stronger.

so when your sweet, quiet, girlfriend offered to show you some aggression, a little pain, wanted to leave her own marks on you- how could you deny her? if she didnt ask herself you wouldve been begging for it eventually. but as i said. ellie was the opposite of you. while you wanted to submit, ellie craved dominance.

on one night where she had opened up particularly more than usual you had found out why she became the way she is. to sum it up shortly. ellie had lost everything due to that taste for an assertive outlook on life. she had inflicted so much pain on others to the point where her life had fallen apart. and left her lonely. so when she settled into her new life in your small town she made a promise to herself that she never to get lost in her aggression again. shed be quiet, cool, calm, collected. but, she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss being someone who instilled fear in others. ellie had gotten so used to being the hunter she forgot what it was like to sit on the sidelines and let others call the shots.

but here, with you, she could give in. ellie could harness that animal in her, and you only encouraged it. wanted it. needed it. that side of her is what fit so perfectly with you during intercourse. ellie wanted to see you helpless, crying, sobbing even. she wanted you pathetic and at her disposal. and you couldn’t even call it surrendering because of how much you needed her to do whatever she wanted to with you. nothing was too much. as long as it you, and your ellie? you were happy.

—

you bite back another moan as ellie raises the temperature radiating off your thighs with yet another smack of her black leather belt on your soft skin.

your arms are tied above you, ankles bound by rope tied to each corner of the bed frame.

“where we at baby?”

your hips twist as much as you can chasing something, anything, everything that ellie isnt giving you in this moment.

“th-thirty seven..”

you whisper shakily. then as a reward ellie rubs the stinging pain away on your inner thigh.

“mmhm. good job. you almost there?”

ellie brings her belt back to your thigh, this time just tracing the area where she smacked you previously. then she drags it up your thigh and across your cunt until she reaches the middle of your other thigh. then plants a harsh slap there to match the prior.

“mmnf! t-thirty eight. yes.”

ellie tuts at you. always massaging the sting of her belt away before gracing you with another slap. her eyes move to look up at yours and she can tell you are telling the truth. tears coat your eyes making them appear glossy. they glisten under the moonlight that seeps through the curtains of your shared home. ellie has seen them like this many times before, but each time it takes her breath away.

“poor thing, you cant even make it to forty today? we are no where near your record…”

and it happens again. SLAP. moan, soothe, and you count.

“thirty nine! m-close!”

you whine and squint in pleasure which prompts the warm wet salty tears to finally spill from your eyes. and now you have done it. you lost. and when ellie sees those wet trails the tears leave behind she can’t help but smile wide.

ellie loved seeing those tears. how someone could make crying look so angelic was beyond her. your sobs had become almost mandatory during moments like this. she made it her mission to see you weeping in more places than one.

SLAP!

this time, the belt comes in direct contact with your leaky pussy and the initial feeling is enough to make you orgasm. your whole body convulses as much as it possibly could muster due to how restrained you are. ellie hadn’t even touched you there, she had spent so long toying with you and it felt too perfect that your body had gotten so worked up on its own.

slap, moan, soothe, count.

that was her way. so once she had graced you with contact on your cunt you began to grow excited at what was to come next. your body still shaking as ellie discards the belt in her hands and lowers her head to face your pussy directly. she licks her lips then presses a soft kiss ontop of your folds then says in a cocky tone-

“forty.”

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A/N: i have never written dacryphillia before so im sorry if this feels wrong or something! i tried to be respectful as possible.

#ellie williams #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #lesbian #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie x reader #lesbian wlw #wlw ns/fw #williams ellie #ellie williams smut #wlw

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malarign · 9 months

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situationship

(when you’re not dating yet)

contains: bf!maknaeline x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! none i think! | wc: 0,5k

reblogs are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: promise that after this i’m going to write the rest of reqs in my inbox 🫡 sorry for the wait anons!!

you’ll find hyung line version here!

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

shy

Everybody knew how sassy and confident Sunoo may be, but the moment you’re in the room with him, he becomes pretty shy and quiet. He enjoys admiring you talking passionately about your hobbies and can’t help a smile that tells everybody in the room how interested he is, including you.

To break the initial ice he calls you nearly every day for “school purposes” just to have an excuse to talk to you more. With time, your phone calls became more like a tea-spilling conversation, which you awaited impatiently every evening. It became your ritual, a tradition none of you wanted to break, even when things got pretty serious between you two.

After a while, he would become more and more confident, talking with you wasn’t a problem anymore, thanks to your regular phone calls. As a result, he established his new favorite spot to place his head which was your shoulder. During those energetic days, he would lay his head there to comfortably show you something on his phone, while during those harsh days, he would doze off almost immediately, the comfort of your touch making him extremely sleepy.

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

pretty shy

Jungwon is so shy but at the same time so good at hiding his nervousness around you, you didn’t even realize you’re actually in a situatinship with him. Everything about his feelings for you is so soft, so delicate, just like a feather. His interest in you is not loud, it’s rather like a whisper, but who would mind?

When I say he is shy, I mean too shy to even take your hand. He just can’t help the blush from making his nervousness obvious at even the slightest touch that involved you. Instead, to try to give you some clue, he intentionally brushes his hand on your while walking, just because if he really did hold it properly his heart would jump out of his chest (no lies, straight facts).

He’s very attentive to you and always takes his time for you. You could just mention you wanted to go on a late-night walk but you were too scared to go alone, he’s already putting his shoes on and getting ready to go to your place. Something about those walks specifically helped him calm down, all thanks to your comforting presence.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力　

both shy and confident

Just like Heeseung, when Riki likes somebody he makes sure the person he’s into knows about his feelings. He makes it very clear, not by his words but by his actions, that never were unintentional. Every smile, every laughter, every joke, everything he did was supposed to show you his heart is full of you.

His absolute favorite way though would be teasing you (you can’t prove me otherwise). Playful jokes and sarcastic comments were his default way to say: “hey! i like you!”. The problem appeared when you teased him back. He would be so taken aback by the way you could place a blush on his cheeks with total ease. His eyes would become bigger and his brain would start to malfunction, unable to stop thinking about it.

Riki sometimes still doesn’t realize how big his body grew, overestimating now only his size but also his strength. That would often result in you being pushed away whenever he playfully bumped into you. At first, he got worried, but soon after saw that as an opportunity to catch you.

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kentolove · 2 years

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There is always a time and place for everything.

Or in other words, you are far too shy for your own good.

Tsukishima Kei does not like beating around the bush.

He’s forward. Says things as they are. He’s never been one to hold back, and he won’t start anytime soon. He knows what he wants and he gets what he wants.

You, however, are the opposite. You shy away from upfront attention. You’re insecure and your mind plays games with you, and you cannot find ways to control it. You like to keep to yourself—that’s how you’ve always lived—and you don’t see a reason for change.

He is yin and you are yang.

You find balance in the midst of it all. He carries traits of you inside himself (as do you), and you make him better. He makes you better.

He loves you.

Tsukishima Kei has loved you all twenty years of his life.

From the first day he met you—a little boy with bruises all over his skin—he knew that he was destined to be yours. He was put on this earth to love you. To hold you. To call you his.

He shows you that he loves you. Granted, it is in his own way, words laced with a teasing tone that may sound insincere to most. (Luckily for him, you are not most. You are the light of his life.)

Tsukishima can’t imagine how lucky he is to have you.

You’re sitting in the cafeteria together, a room full of other students, but he can’t take his eyes off you. You’re fighting sleep, trying so hard to pay attention to the story that he’s telling you, but your mind is astray. You’re on the brink of dreamland, and Tsukishima feels guilty for plaguing you with his morning lecture affairs. He abruptly stops rambling.

“Why’d you stop?” Your nearly-closed eyes gaze into his.

“It’s boring,” he starts, the ever-present frown soon on his face. “You’re tired, anyways. I don’t wanna bore you anymore.”

Your eyes are alert for the first time this afternoon. “What’re you talking about, Kei? I love hearing you talk.”

You raise your head from your arm, finally eye-level with the boy. You lift your hands up to push his glasses further up his nose and Tsukishima loves it.

In all honesty, Tsukishima loves a lot of things that you do. He loves when you run up to him with a smile on your face, nothing new to tell him, simply declaring how you missed his presence. He loves it when it’s just the two of you in his tiny twin-sized bed, bodies molding together and forming one. He loves it when you call him in the middle of the night, asking him to help you with a certain subject that’s been too difficult for you to fathom. He loves it when you’re you, when you never apologize for being the person that you are.

“Tsukishima?”

He realizes that he’s spaced out when he meets your eyes yet again, a slightly bewildered look on your face.

“Sorry,” he smirks, a look you recognize as slyness, “just thinking about you.”

You’re nearly fully awake now, your mind love-drunk and shocked that he could utter such a romantic phrase so easily. Tsukishima is like that - his words of affection stumble out of his lips before he can catch them. His mind is filled with thoughts of you and you alone, and it’s only natural for him to think before he speaks. Maybe he’s weak—he’s not quite sure if he’d call it weakness—or maybe you just light his world up in an unimaginable way.

“Don’t say things like that.”

Your head soon falls into your hands—a weak attempt at hiding your face from him—but all he does is take your hands into his.

“Who are you hiding from?”

He’s too close. You can feel his breath ghost your skin, and you see each individual mole and freckle on his face. You could count each and every one of his lashes if you dared to (you want to, so badly), but you move away before your mind strays too far away.

“I’m leaving.”

You’re up before Tsukishima can blink, and he follows you in a rush to keep up with your steps.

“You’re no fun.”

“And you’re rude and weird and—”

Your face collides with the chest of another before you can stop yourself, and you look up and meet with the eyes of a goddess.

She’s bright. So damn bright. She’s beautiful and some part of you recognizes her from one of the lectures you have with Tsukishima.

She says your name in a sweet, cherry voice, one that nearly makes you collapse at her feet. “And Tsukishima, hi!”

You look in his direction and it seems as if he sparkles at the sight of her. He looks good, you think. He would look better attached to her hip and not yours.

Her name is Lia. You know her because everyone knows her. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, and you’re sure that if she was in love with her best friend, she would have no trouble confessing. She is Lia, and Lia is everything that you are not.

They get lost in conversation and your mind twists and turns against you. Tsukishima would call you dramatic. He’d scold you for your apprehensive behavior and give you courage you would never find anywhere else. He’s all that you see, but why can’t he think the same? Why can’t you be the air that he breathes?

You’re too far gone. All that courage is swallowed up and you need to leave. You need to escape from Tsukishima and Lia and the perfect future that they could possibly build.

“Um,” you interrupt, feeling both their gazes on you, “I need to go. I have a… test. And I need to study.”

Tsukishima grabs your wrist before you can make your grand escape. “What class? I can help you if you need it.”

You forgo his first question, “I’ll be okay. Bye!”

And you’re gone. Before he can question you on your behavior, you disappear from his grasp.

“Couple’s quarrel?”

It’s a joke. He knows it is. Lia is far too sweet to have a bad bone in her, let alone mockingly tease you.

“Oh–we’re not dating. It’s not like that.”

Her head turns in confusion.

“I see you guys sucking each others faces off at nearly every party you’re at.”

He knows what she’s referring to. You’re not sucking his face off, you just like being close to him in a crowded room. And sometimes he pulls you onto his lap and he sometimes likes to whisper in your ear. You’re not dating. He is not yours.

“We’ve never done that before,” he gets defensive, and traces of the ill-mannered Tsukishima everyone seems to know makes an appearance. “We’re just friends.”

“Friends who get jealous of one another?”

“They weren’t being jealous.”

“Don’t be stupid, Tsukishima. You’re too smart for that.”

He thinks. He remembers the look on your face and how distant you were. Would he call that jealousy? Is that how he looks like when he’s jealous?

A lightbulb sparks inside of his brain.

“I’ve gotta go.”

He practically runs to your apartment.

Tsukishima doesn’t like to run, but he supposes he’ll do anything to be closer to you.

You open your door with a small smile that drops as soon as you see him. A soft oh falls from your lips before you can stop yourself.

He lets himself in before you can protest. “You didn’t want to see me?”

“That’s not it. I was just… studying.”

He looks around and doesn’t find a single book on your coffee table.

“You’re lying.”

You stare him down. Your lips are dry. Your throat is scratchy. There’s nothing you have to say, so you opt for silence.

“Lia,” he starts and your heart drops. You’ve lost and you do not have the resolve in you to fight for his love. “Made me realize something.”

“What is it?” You don’t necessarily want to ask. Your heart beats far too rapidly waiting for his answer.

“I like you,” he makes one step towards you, and you let him. “More than a friend should.”

Time stops. Your heart is in your throat. Tsukishima takes another step closer. “Say something.”

It isn’t like him to beg. But he has never wanted anything as much as he wants you.

“Why me?”

“Because it’s you.”

His answer isn’t enough. You yearn for more.

“There so many other people you could love. They’d be better than me and worth more of your time and—”

“And all I want is you.”

Another step, and you’re eye-to-eye with your Kei. His eyes are clouded with a trace of annoyance. He knows you want him, just as much as he wants you.

“I’m yours,” he says, his forehead on yours and his eyes locked on you. “I always have been. I always will be.”

You’re shy. You always have been. You always will be. You’re shy, and even in the heat of his confession, you find a way to push Tsukishima Kei away.

“You don’t belong to anyone…” you lose momentum, “you’re your own person.”

He knows you. He knows your heart and the depths of your mind. He knows you want to be his, just as much as he wants to be yours.

“Don’t be stupid,” his hands find a home on your cheeks. Your eyes are on his, his eyes are on yours. “I want to be yours. Let me be yours?”

And with his eyes so sincere and true, how could you say no?

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arc-misadventures · 11 months

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A Swimsuits Appeal

Ruby: Whoo! Let’s hit the pool everyone!

Yang: Lets go!

Nora: Cannonball!

(SPASH!)

Nora: Ahhaha! How was that, Ren?

Ren: Quite impressive, Nora. But, do that at the deeper end next time.

Nora: Okay!

Blake: It was nice of, Miss Schnee to let us use her indoor pool.

Jaune: I’ll say, it gives us all a well needed chance to relax.

Blake: Speaking of, Schnee’s, where is, Weiss?

Jaune: Still getting changed I guess?

Weiss: You are quite right, Jaune.

Jaune: Hey, Weiss are you… ready…?

Weiss: I’m ready. Going in for a swim sounds so refreshing after all we have been doing lately, don’t you agree, Winter?

Winter: A swim sounds nice, and all, but I am more looking forward to sinking myself into the jacuzzi later. Oh hi, Jaune~!

Jaune: H-Hi, Winter. You look nice…

Winter: Oh, why thank you, Jaune. We got our new swimsuits after we went on a family shopping trip.

Jaune: Family?

Willow: Well, since you were going swimming, I thought I might as well join in on the fun. Although, I too am looking forward to relaxing in the jacuzzi more than swimming. Are you planning on joining us, Jaune?

Jaune: I-In the jacuzzi?

Willow: Yes, in the jacuzzi~!

Jaune: S-S-Sure! I’m looking forward to it.

Willow: Marvellous~!

Winter: I’m looking forward to it.

Weiss: See you in the pool, Jaune.

Jaune: Y-Yeah… Oh, and ladies!

Willow: Yes, Jaune~?

Jaune: Your swimsuits… T-They look quite fetching on you… On all of you

Willow: Oh… Why thank you, Jaune.

Winter: Told you one pieces were my style.

Weiss: I never denied that.

Winter: Yes you did.

Weiss: No I didn’t!

Jaune: …

Blake: …

Jaune: Fuuuuuuck! They look so damn hot!

Blake: They look nice, but I wouldn’t say the look hot. I think I look far more fetching in my bikini~!

Jaune: Ahh, Blake… You, and your unsophisticated plebeian tastes.

Blake: Excuse me?

Jaune: Don’t you know that the one piece swimsuit is the ultimate expression in ladies swimwear to emphasize the raw sexual appeal of any woman?

Blake: I… What?

Jaune: You think a bikini is more sexy than a one piece, why is that?

Blake: Because it shows more skin.

Jaune: Is that it?

Blake: What more is there to it? The smaller bikini the more skin you get to see; seeing all a women has to offer right there in front of you. It’s like catching someone in their underwear, but your actually allowed to check them out~!

Jaune: Ahh! You have such a boorish taste. Something you no doubt got from those third rate porn books you described as high literature.

Blake: Excuse me?!

Jaune: You see, the one piece is superior because of one simple fact: It hides everything, but hints towards everything~!

Blake: W-What does that mean?

Jaune: You see a bikini shows off everything; you know what the subtleness of a woman’s curves are, you can clearly see how well endowed a woman, how well defined the fullness of a woman rear is. And if they wear an even smaller bikini you see more, but their is no beauty in such apparel that gets the blood boiling with desire, and unbridled lust. It is quite simple really, very boring, and only alluring to those with such simplistic pallets such as yourself.

Blake: Then why is a one piece better then, you can’t see anything?!

Jaune: True, there is nothing really to see, but with the mind there is everything to see!

Blake: Meaning?

Jaune: As I said, in a bikini you see everything a woman has to offer in a bikini, but in a one piece it hints at everything she has to offer. It shows off how well endowed her bosom is, but since you can’t see her flesh precisely, your mind starts to wonder, and think of so many possibilities. Tell me; what do you think your mind starts to think about?

Blake: About how she looks without her one piece on. And, i-is her one piece holding them back, a-and making them look smaller… If so… H-How big is she actually…?

Jaune: Precisely, but there is more! They fully encompass her chest, so you get to see the shape of her chest, you know how big it appears to be. But, what is worse, it is that it is tight across her body. However, that makes it all the more tantalizing in the long run~!

Blake: How so?

Jaune: Look at, Yang, she’s wearing a bikini, and you can clearly see how well they bounce to, and fro don’t you?

Blake: They are… q-quite bouncy…

Jaune: Now, look at, Willow, do see such a heavy bounce in her full breasts?

Blake: N-No… They’re just there barely moving…

Jaune: But, what if they weren’t? What if they were bouncing about; would they look as good as, Yang’s, or even better?

Blake: T-They’re bigger, so…?

Jaune: Oh such dry, simple tastes you have, you will never experienced the many succulent flavours of a woman’s body at this rate.

Blake: Flavours of the body?

Jaune: Let’s move on shall we: Look at, Winter, do you see how her bodysuit so snuggly is wrapped around her waist?

Blake: Yes.

Jaune: Do you see how tight it appears around her wide hips of hers?

Blake: Yes…

Jaune: Doesn’t that make you want to run your hands down her body? To feel how it rises, and falls under your touch.

Blake: Y-Yes…

Jaune: So imagine your hands running higher up her body, tracing her succulent curves of her chest. To learn what it truly feels like to embrace a woman’s hour glass figure~!

Blake: Oh gods…

Jaune: Now look to, Weiss.

Blake: O-Okay…

Jaune: Notice how her swimsuit hugs her shapely rear, how it almost perfectly maps out her smooth curves.

Blake: Shapely…

Jaune: Don’t you want to just pull at the edge of her swimsuit, to let it go, and see how her butt ripples upon the impact. How the sound will echo within your ears. And, the moan that escapes her lips. Don’t want you to hear that?

Blake: Oh gods yes…

Jaune: Well, now that you understand how intoxicating a woman wearing a one piece can be, now imagine the best part.

Blake: T-There’s something better than what you’ve been describing…?!

Jaune: You’ve successfully imagined a woman wearing a one piece, now imagine them taking it off.

Blake: T-Taking it off…?

Jaune: When it comes to a flimsy bikini like yours, you just pull a couple of strings, and it falls to yhe ground, then you’ll go out it in like those third rate porn videos you like to pleasure yourself to.

Blake: How did you know that?!

Jaune: I didn’t, you just a basic bitch, so it’s not hard to assume what your interests on.

Blake: I-I’m not a basic bitch…

Jaune: I highly doubt that. Now, back to a lady in a one piece. When you take off her swimsuit, your arms will be across her body. Running up, and down her body as you press yourself against her. Feeling her body against you only being block by a thin piece of fabric. But, your hands have to run up her shoulders, to peel of the straps that have been stuck to her body. Then you pull them off revealing that succulent chest you have been fantasizing about, then you run your hands down her waist, peeling more of her swimsuit off, revealing more, and more of her succulent body in the bare flesh until it’s all gone. All the while your mind is running wild with the desire to kiss her all across her body. Passion runs you rampant as you crave to squeeze her body, to feel the softness of her skin upon your hands. Your body burning with lust to claim her as yours, and yours alone. Do you feel that, Blake, the desire, the lust, and the passion coursing through your body?

Blake: Yes~! Yes, I’m feeling it~!

Jaune: Then let’s do something about it~?

Blake: What do you recommend we do then~?

Jaune: This!

Blake: Wha?! Ahhh?!

(SPLASH!)

Yang: Haha! Nice one, Jaune!

Jaune: Thank you, thank you very much!

Blake: Bhaa! Why did you do that?!

Jaune: You looked like you needed to cool off.

Blake: You asshole!

Jaune: Maybe. Now if you’ll excuse me, some ladies require my attention. Tata~!

Blake: Grrrrrrrr!

Ruby: You okay, Blake?

Yang: Yeah, you look a little upset. Was it because, Jaune pushed you into the pool?

Blake: …

Blake: I should have bought a one piece swimsuit…

Yang: Eh?

Ruby: What?

Blake: I will have my revenge you stupid sexy blond! You hear me! I will have my revenge!

Ruby: What is she talking about?

Yang: Beats me.

Ruby: Okay then.

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #ruby rose #lie ren #winter schnee #willow schnee #jaune x weiss #weiss x jaune #winter x jaune #jaune x winter #jaune x willow #willow x jaune #rwby whiteknight #rwby winterknight #rwby colourguard

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hollyoongs · 10 days

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Jungwon fluff plz

you're so lucky because I had this on in my lovely drafts, right in time indeed. It starts with angst and ends up fluff <3

LET ME LOVE YOU

"Make me your selection. Show you the way love's supposed to be."

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: bestfriend!jungwon and fem!reader (feat. Riize Sungchan as your ex) 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: one-sided love, mentions of low self-steem and insecurities, Sungchan's a complete asshole and body shames reader (I'm so sorry pookie), Jungwon it's just so down bad for you and his words showed you just that. This is inspired by one of my fave songs "Let Me Love You" by Mario 𝘄.𝗰: 2.6k

"Let's just break up; you were just a bet."

You've never felt this way before; all those two years you've spent loving your now ex were for nothing but to be blinded by a whole net of lies that you sadly sensed.

Back to January 2023, you've met Sungchan at a party due to the infamous game "Seven Minutes in Heaven," where you two obviously kissed after some conversation in the bathroom. You spent all the party with him and realized you had a lot of things in common. You were inexperienced, and Sungchan was willing to take it slow with you, which he did for a whole year of your relationship. Kisses, make-out session, some touches, until he has sex with you.

After that, you've met a whole new version of the boy—a darker one.

In February 2024, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher what had changed in Sungchan. At first, you brushed it off, thinking maybe it was just a phase or stress from school. But as time passed, the darkness seemed to consume him more and more.

His once gentle touches turned forceful, and his loving words were replaced with harsh criticism. You tried to reason with yourself, convincing yourself that maybe you were overreacting or misinterpreting his actions. After all, you loved him, right? You didn't want to believe that the person you had spent so much time loving could be capable of hurting you like this.

But the signs were there, becoming harder to ignore with each passing day. The different perfumes you smell when you hug him, make-up that wasn't yours in his place or car—even the stories were getting faker every time.

Even after all that, you couldn't let go of him. Because who will love you the same way he did? You had your insecurities, growing each time Sungchan pointed at something he knew that you were insecure about, and later combining them to say, "You can't take a joke."

You found yourself tiptoeing around him, afraid to say or do anything that might set him off. Your friends began to notice the change in your demeanor, expressing concern over the bruises that seemed to appear out of nowhere, especially Jungwon.

Yang Jungwon had feelings for you—feelings that were hidden from you. He was tired to see you cry for someone who wasn't even worth it to touch your lips or receive your kind words of support, but what he must hate the most is the fact that Sungchan made you look like yourself from his point of view, making you feel worthless. Unlike his, Jungwon saw you as an angel, his beautiful angel who deserved all the love and support from earth without a single blue day. That's what he wanted, and that's how much he deeply loved you.

The school day ended. You looked for Sungchan until you saw him in his locker. You went there and gave him a smile, which he didn't return like usual.

As you approached Sungchan at his locker, his expression was unreadable, his eyes devoid of the warmth they once held for you. You tried to muster up a smile, hoping to break through the cold barrier he seemed to have erected around himself.

"Hey, Sungchan," you greeted him, your voice laced with a touch of uncertainty.

Sungchan barely spared you a glance as he continued rummaging through his locker. "What do you want?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest. "I just wanted to talk," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm gently.

He jerked away from your touch as if your fingers were coated in poison. "I don't have time for this," he snapped, finally turning to face you with a cold glare.

You felt a knot form in your stomach, the familiar pang of hurt and confusion washing over you. "Sungchan, please," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. "What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"

He let out a scoff, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. "Do you really not know?" he mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Or are you just that naive?"

Your heart sank as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. "What are you talking about?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Sungchan's smirk widened into a smirk that sent shivers down your spine. "Let's just break up," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather. "You were just a bet, anyway."

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating you with their cruelty. You felt as if you had been punched in the gut, the pain radiating through every fiber of your being. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to process his words. Students that were in the halls saw you both and decided to stay for a closer look, but you just felt so bad that you didn't even have the voice to make them look away.

"I… I don't understand," you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion.

Sungchan's expression remained indifferent, unaffected by your distress. "There's nothing to understand," he replied coldly. "You were a game, a challenge. It was a difficult one, I must say. I just needed to sleep with you, and you just couldn't. And now that it's over, I have no use for you anymore. And I partially appreciate it; I can definitely leave you with seeing your belly jumping around instead of your tits. If I ever slept with you, I would have nightmares!"

The tears spilled over, cascading down your cheeks in hot streams as the weight of his betrayal crushed you. You stumbled back with your arms covering your body, feeling as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath your feet.

"You never… loved me?"

"Who in his right will love a loser like-"

You looked up to see Jungwon lunge forward, his fist connecting with Sungchan's jaw with a resounding thud.

Sungchan staggered back, caught off guard by the sudden attack. But instead of backing down, he returned the blow, his own fist colliding with Jungwon's cheek.

The hallway erupted into chaos as students gathered around, some cheering on the fight while others tried to break it up. But you remained frozen in place, the world spinning around you as the truth of Sungchan's betrayal sank in. A teacher broke the fight, and, since the school year has finally ended, you were sent home.

Whish led you to you being at Jungwon's home cleaning his wounds with all the supplies he had around the house. It is good to have parents who are doctors.

"Jungwon, don't do that again."

"I will if he talks to you like that again." He hissed when you put some cream into the open wound in his lower lip. What he said made you bite your own lower lip to contain the tears. You looked down to see a bandait, Jungwon's hand interrupting you from doing it to lock your eyes with him.

A tear fell down your eye, him cleaning it with his dumb and taking his time brushing tenderly your cheek.

"You can cry, you know."

"I can't; I need to take care of you." His other hand passed past your lower waist and made you comfortably sit in his lap. You slowly touched his shoulder.

"You can cry," and just like that, you did it. For him, it didn't matter the pain all over his body or the cuts he had; his number one priority would be your well-being, and comforting you at that time would make you feel at ease at the moment.

You buried your face into Jungwon's shoulder, letting the tears flow freely as he held you close, his arms providing a sense of security and warmth that you desperately needed in that moment. His soothing words and gentle caresses helped to ease the pain that threatened to consume you, and his presence was a comforting beacon of light in the midst of the darkness that had engulfed your world.

As the tears subsided and you finally lifted your head, you found yourself lost in Jungwon's gaze, the depth of his eyes reflecting an endless reservoir of love and compassion. In that moment, you realized just how much he cared for you and how deeply he had been affected by seeing you hurt.

"Thank you," you whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath.

Jungwon smiled tenderly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to thank me," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, soothing your wounded heart and filling you with a sense of hope that you thought had been lost. In Jungwon's embrace, you found solace and strength—a sanctuary from the storm that raged outside.

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

Jungwon's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You'll never have to find out," he vowed, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "I'll always be by your side, through thick and thin. I love you."

The words hung in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace as you gazed into Jungwon's eyes, feeling the depth of his love wash over you like a gentle tide.

"You know I can't love you right now."

"I have waited three years; I think I can handle a few months."

"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me that you liked me?"

"Because you liked Sungchan. I didn't want to take away your smile, even if you weren't smiling for me. But he fooled all of us, I've never felt so dumb. " He pulled out a string of hair behind your ear.

"This is how you planned to confess?" Jungwon looked around, and a smirk creeped on his face.

"No, it was more like this. Help me out." You stood up, and you helped him do the same. There was a record player in his room, and after a few seconds, a melody filled the room.

He extended his hand to you, taking it, and he once again pulled you close. Your ear is touching his chest, and you are listening to the accelerated beating of his heart.

"I want you to listen to my heart so you know I'm 100% truthful. I'll confess to you. Okay?"

"Jungwon, you can't dance. Come on, get some rest."

"Please, let me do it." You returned to your position, and you felt his chest go up as he deeply breathed in. He started to move slowly to the sound of "Can't Take My Eyes off You" by Engelbert Humperdinck, still embracing your figure so tight that you felt so loved.

"Every since I laid an eye on you, I just knew you were going to be a missing piece in my life. Your radiant smile and the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love instantly captivated me. It's like every moment spent with you is a treasure, and I find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with you." He took one of your hands, making you spin until your back touched his chest, his arms hugging you.

He gently put his chin on top of your head, and you closed your eyes, the emotions being too overwhelming.

"You bring so much joy and happiness into my world, and I can't imagine my life without you. You have this incredible ability to make even the simplest moments feel magical. Whether we're exploring new places together or simply sitting in silence, just knowing that you're by my side fills my heart with an overwhelming sense of contentment." Now his arms were placed on your shoulders, the tears falling down your eyes as you caressed his arms.

"I find myself constantly daydreaming about our future together. The adventures we'll embark on, the laughter we'll share, and the love we'll nurture. You're my best friend, my confidant, and the person who makes my heart skip a beat every time you walk into a room. It's like the world disappears when I'm with you, and all that matters is the connection we share." You turned around, facing him to reveal your wet cheeks, his lips trying to stop the other tears by kissing them. You cleaned your cheeks with the sweater you were wearing.

Once again, visual contact was made, and for the second time, Jungwon's hands stayed on your cheeks.

"But I also hate myself for not being brave enough to say how much I loved you before all of this happened. Because I know that if I had done it, all the tears you dropped for him due to the pain, the insecurities, the cheating, and many more things could've been prevented if I just did it. I'm so sorry." He now interlocked your fingers with his, a kiss being deposited in each of your hands, lifting your chin later since you looked at your shoes.

"Are you really serious?"

"I will never lie to you, especially with my feelings involved. You complete me in ways I never thought possible. I'm not going to force you to love me, and I'm going to work hard so that you forget him and heal of all the damage, because that's my priority now and should be yours too."

Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as Jungwon's heartfelt confession washed over you. His words resonated deep within your soul, stirring emotions you had long buried beneath the pain and betrayal of your past relationship. In that moment, you realized just how much Jungwon truly cared for you and how his love for you transcended any obstacle or hardship.

You reached up to cup his face in your hands, your thumbs gently wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks. "I don't know what to say," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Jungwon's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he gazed down at you, his expression filled with hope and longing. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "Just know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And I'll wait for you for as long as it takes."

His words filled you with a sense of warmth and comfort, a feeling of security that you had never known before. In Jungwon's embrace, you found solace and strength—a guiding light to lead you out of the darkness that had consumed you for so long.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss filled with all the love and gratitude you held in your heart. It was a promise—a silent vow—to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, to weather the storms together, and to emerge stronger than ever before.

As you pulled away, a sense of peace washed over you, the weight of the past finally lifting from your shoulders. With Jungwon by your side, you knew that you could overcome anything that life threw your way. Together, you would heal the wounds of the past and build a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

And as you nestled into Jungwon's embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of serenity, you knew that you had finally found your home, your safe haven, in the arms of the one who loved you unconditionally.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Thank you so much anon for giving me this opportunity to post this, hope you like it 🦋

#enhypen imagines #k-labels #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen drabbles #enhypen jungwon imagines #enhypen x you #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #hollyoongs #hollyworld

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midmourn · 6 months

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deja vu

title deja vu

pairing zhong chenle x gender neutral!reader

summary chenle’s new ‘thing’ is your clone.

characters zhong chenle, park jisung [nct] yang jeongin [stray kids] choi beomgyu [txt] shin ryujin, lee chaeryeong [itzy], kim minjeong [aespa], gender neutral!reader, gender neutral!oc

warnings angst, brief mention of death

word count 1798

author’s note reader is kinda unhinged lol but i love them. also i love chenle i swear!!! hes part of my bias line <3 btw if u have any requests; one shots, texts, reactions for dream send me an ask!!

The loud snap of the chopsticks made Beomgyu’s head turn to you uneasily, finding you staring off in the distance at something, eyes narrowed. He glanced from your clenched fist to the broken chopsticks to following your gaze, scoffing when he saw your ex-boyfriend with his new ‘friend’ walking inside Kwangya.

“Oh, you’re kidding,” he complained, staring at the two as they held hands, standing in front of Minjeong, the current hostess and one of your best friend’s. The brunette glanced between the two in disbelief before forcing a smile at the two and saying something.

“Oh, he has some fucking nerve,” you gritted through your teeth. Jeongin approached the table, sitting next to you and taking the broken chopsticks out of your hand as you continued to stare daggers into Chenle. If looks could kill, he’d be dead. “I was the one who showed him Kwangya! This was our place.”

“What a fucking loser,” Beomgyu snorted, watching as Minjeong turned to direct them to their booth, making short, wide-eyed eye contact with you three. You threw your hands up in disbelief at her as Beomgyu mouthed for her to trip Chenle.

Jeongin shook his head and pulled your attention to him, “Maybe Jiho was the one to pick the place.”

You scowled, “That’s his date’s name? Even if it was, he should’ve said no and picked something else.” You turned your head back to the couple, watching Minjeong slap their menus down on the table harshly. The two flinched slightly, Chenle looking slightly guilty while Jiho looked confused.

“I hate men,” you murmur after a moment of watching them, slowly turning to your food. You didn’t feel hungry anymore, pushing around the food with Jeongin’s chopsticks. “They suck.”

“Preach,” Ryujin commented, overhearing your comment on her way to another table.

“Uptown girl, she’s been living in her uptown world,” two voices belted out simultaneously, your head practically detaching from your neck at the sound of the familiar song and voice. Yet again, here was your ex-boyfriend with his … whatever, singing your song. You were the one who showed it to Chenle!

“Wow, the audacity of men,” Chaeryeong scoffed as she heard them, too. The two were in the music room, the same room you and your friends were going to go in a second ago, with Chenle playing the familiar tune of Uptown Girl on the piano to Jiho.

“Why I oughta—” As you started to walk towards the music room, Jeongin’s hand caught yours. When your eyes connected, he shook his head and you huffed, standing next to him again.

“He’s not even worth it,” Minjeong crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing him through the small window with disgust. “So unoriginal.”

“I hate him,” you seethed, feeling your nails dig into the palm of your hand when you noticed that Jiho was wearing his gray hoodie. You used to wear that damn hoodie he loved so much. It was practically yours, too. You suddenly wish you didn’t give it back after your break up. “I bet he tells Jiho he loves them in between the chorus and the verse. Ugh!” You felt a flood of emotions hit you all at once, similar to how it had been happening since your break up three weeks ago. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Y/N, wait—” Minjeong tried to stop you but you waved her off, ignoring your friends’ looks.

You couldn’t believe that Chenle would use your couple things with another person. But it seemed like a lot of things were being revealed when you were no use for him anymore. Your heart clenched as you forced back an onset of tears and slowed your pace back to your dorm.

You looked up, and there he was. Chenle’s best friend, Park Jisung. With no Chenle in sight, and none of your friends to stop you, you stormed up to the boy angrily, knowing you would regret this but could take care too much in the moment.

“Park Jisung!” The boy looked up in surprise, an awkward look falling on his face when he saw it was you.

Jisung chuckled nervously, standing up straight and rubbing the back of his neck, “Hey, what’s up?”

“What the hell does your little bitch of a friend—” He blinked. “—think he’s doing?! Taking Jiho to my cafe, singing Uptown Girl with them, giving them my hoodie?! What’s wrong with him?”

“Everything,” Jisung spoke in amusement, “And I’m pretty sure you don’t own Kwangya or Uptown Girl. Or the hoodie that’s actually Chenle’s, and he loves that hoodie like a serious alarmingly amount. I’m thinking about forcing him to go to therapy.”

“Good, therapy would be fucking great for an asshole like him! Maybe he and his therapist can dig in that deep, soulless, heartless heart of his and figure out why he’s such an unoriginal asshole,” you smiled sarcastically at the taller boy. He stared at you in shock. “And then, maybe, just maybe, all three of you can go suck a dick and fall off a cliff!”

Without waiting for a reply, you turned abruptly and stumbled back slightly when you almost walked into someone. Your anger only grew when you saw the boy you were just talking about, staring at you in shock and … sadness? No. He didn’t deserve to be sad. You did.

You scoffed, glaring at him, “What? Are you following me now? Hope Jiho likes my sloppy seconds!” You stormed off in the opposite direction, not even realizing that you were heading away from your dorm.

“He loves me, he loves me not,” you murmured to yourself as you plucked off the wilting petals of a Baby’s Breath. “He loves me, he loves me … not.” You faltered. There were no more petals. You threw the flowerless stem to the ground, stomping on it for good measure like it was Chenle. “Jerk.”

“Y/N.”

You jumped, turning swiftly even though you knew who it was by his voice, “My God, Chenle. You’re really a stalker nowadays, aren't you?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You don’t know when the anger started to fade away and turn into hurt. You just knew it hurt like hell to see him right now when he wasn’t yours and was recreating your memories with another person. “What the fuck do you want now? Haven’t you done enough?”

It was a lot easier to be angrier at someone than it was to say you were hurt.

Chenle sighed, “I deserve that.” Yeah, you do, asshole, you wanted to say, but he continued before you could open your mouth. “I just … I wanted to come and say I’m sorry.”

When he didn’t continue, your eyebrows rose as your foot tapped impatiently, “Do you even know what you’re supposed to be sorry for?” He probably didn’t. He usually never did because he thought he could do no wrong.

“Breaking your heart,” he said like it was nothing. “Stealing our old dates, our songs … Letting Jiho wear your jacket.”

“It’s not my jacket, it’s yours,” you replied offhandedly, Jisung having made you realize that technically it was. You paused, thinking of something and then failed to hide a smirk. “And you know what, Chenle? I forgive you.”

“What?” Chenle’s eyes comically bulged out of his head. He must’ve thought it would’ve been harder.

You shrugged, “Yeah. I mean … You can continue stealing our old dates, our songs, you can do everything we used to do with Jiho. Hell, even watch reruns of Glee with them, for all I care!” Your smile became devilish as you took a step towards him, his face faltering at your words. He didn’t expect any of this— you held grudges, just like he did. That’s part of the reason why you two broke up.

“What?” His voice cracked in a way that was once cute, but now you just wanted to laugh maliciously at it.

“Because … Every time you do,” your hand raised slowly, lifting a finger to caress his cheek lightly. He flinched at your touch, not expecting it, before slowly sinking into it. You forced yourself to not sink into it, either. “You’ll think of me. Jiho’ll think it’s special, all for them— when, really, it’s only special because of me. You’ll look them in the eyes, touch them, and wish it was me. You’ll hear my voice when they say something, you’ll see me in every damn thing around you and you’ll realize … you just lost the best damn thing to ever happen to you.”

Your hand dropped back to your side, stepping away from your ex-boyfriend and smiled again. “That’s why I’m OK with forgiving you. Because you’ll suffer for the rest of your life, wondering what could have been. And that’s good enough for me.”

Chenle stared at you in a mix of shock and hurt. Your heart pumped harshly in your chest, echoing in your ears and giving you away. You hoped he couldn’t hear it.

“Y/N …” He started but you shook your head, stopping him from speaking any more.

“You’re going to have the life you deserve, Chenle,” you said lastly. You turned and walked away as calmly as you could from him, even though your heart was beating erratically and your head was yelling at you for saying all those things to him.

You only believed in half of your words, you didn’t forgive him, but you were OK with him suffering without you as you suffered without him, too. It would be a two-way street. Your trembling fingers reached for your phone in your pocket, unlocking it and texting a message to the group chat.

YOU: just told chenle off lol. im done with him for good.

Your phone exploded with messages instantly.

RYUJIN: legend!!!

BEOMGYU: whAT DID YOU SAY? WAS HE CRYING AFTER? HE BETTER HAVE BEEN CRYING

JEONGIN: good im glad youre finally done with him. you deserve better.

MINJEONG: can i still trip him and jiho whenever i see them lol

CHAERYEONG: soo wish i was there his face wouldve been priceless!!!

The corner of your lips weakly twitched up, letting out a tearful laugh as you realized what you’ve done. You felt an odd sense of relief as a tear ran down your cheek, a flow of others following seconds later.

Your chest felt lighter. The anger and hurt was still there, seething, simmering. It would be there, quite possibly, for the rest of your life. But your chest felt lighter, knowing he would suffer just as much as you would.

You were the two sides of the same coin, even apart. It would always be like this. It was always going to end like this.

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You. I found you in an unexpected time. A time that I needed you most. I don’t think you know how you changed me, but you did. I thought i was broken. All the other boys since him couldn’t turn me on or make me feel a thing at all. Was disgust towards love and touch my new reality after him? I thought so, but then there was you. The first time I saw you was the 4th of July. I remember making eye contact as I passed by you. That night I was there with one of the men I couldn’t love at all. So we didn’t speak. Later that night I let the man I couldn’t love at all rub his penis on the outside of my vagina and kiss me. I couldn’t wait until he came bc I didn’t want him to touch me at all, for he was one I didn’t love at all. Later that summer I saw you again at one of our mutual friends parties, you stared at me as I chugged tequila strait from the bottle. We didn’t speak. A night in December I sniffed too much blow. Earlier that night I ran into you and our mutual friend at dinner, I was there on a date with another man. So how did I end up in your arms that same night? You were the one who comforted me when I showed up at our mutual friends blacked out. I don’t remember this but you said I layed on your chest and you could feel my heart pounding so fast. Around 2am you went to walk for the door. Something in my body told me I couldn’t let you leave. I grabbed your hand, we made eye contact, and I pulled you into the bathroom. We sat on the floor and talked, I confided in you about my eating disorder, you comforted me. We spoke for hours and held each other. You kept checking my pulse as we lay there. That night we slept nose to nose breathing in each others air. We went our separate ways in the morning without exchanging contacts. About a month later I received a message from you on my instagram. I had been wondering why you didn’t sooner. Maybe he didn’t like me I thought? But there you were. It made me smile when I saw your name in my inbox, it still does. The thing about that night that we slept next to each other was you were the first person since him that I layed next to without thinking about him. That’s how I knew this was different. I didn’t wish it was him instead of you, like I did with all the others. Why was that? It’s still something I’m trying to figure out. Each time we spent together, my discomfort for love, touch, and vulnerability grew less. You made me feel good about myself in a time that I didn’t. The thought of love, was something I had told myself I did not need, but suddenly I was needing it and wanting it. A night in New York we went home together after one of your shows. We kissed for the first time. This kiss and the first that i shared with him are the only two I can distinctly remember, although I have kissed many. Why is this? Your birthday is made up of my favorite numbers, and coincidentally the same numbers of my birthday 6 and 9 together they make a yin yang. In a lot of ways we are different but also similar. You are reassuring, and sweet, and gentle. My abandonment wounds won’t allow me to be that tender, but you inspire me. I want to make others feel the way you make me feel. You have a gift for making people feel cared for and loved in a way that rebuilds damage others inflicted before you. You showed me that I am not broken, I am capable of feeling love, and desiring touch. My love is now like a broken faucet that can’t be turned off although it’s overflowing the sink.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.

Or the sixteenth installment of the SKZ!Pack Prequel Series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, ot8, SKZ drabble, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz x you, skz x reader, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Non-explicit Smut

Warnings: Mentions of Unprotected Sex, as a treat (Wrap it before you Tap it, kids)

Title: Bet on You

“And you have no idea what he has planned.”

You shake your head and huff out a sigh, studying the patterns on the dorm’s old popcorn ceilings.

“No idea. And I hate surprises.”

“We know.” Hyunjin remarks wryly from his spot beside Felix on the couch, chin on the other omega’s shoulder.

You raise your head just enough to shoot him a glare and then let it flop back down to the floor once more with a groan.

“God, I never should have agreed to this.”

“What, going on a date?” Seungmin asks plainly, not bothering to look up from his book, as he flips to a new page. “I think it’ll be good for you.”

“You would say that.” You retort sharply and then with a pointed glower in the beta’s direction, “Traitor.”

“Maybe he won’t even show.” Jisung pipes up distractedly, biting his bottom lip in concentration as he tries to beat a level on whatever game he’s currently playing, eyes trained on the switch in his hands.

“Why do you say that?” Felix asks curiously, playing with Hyunjin’s fingers in his lap.

“Dammit.” Jisung mutters under his breath, before letting the handheld game fall onto his lap, his eyes focusing on you as he raises his head slightly from its position atop your shins.

He looks suddenly sheepish.

“Um, well, I might have scared him off. Because I maybe asked him if he’d fuck me in the studio sometime? It’s been like a lifelong fantasy of mine, you know?”

Changbin chokes on his water, coughing violently, and Minho thwacks him none too gently on the back in response.

Hyunjin is cackling.

Changbin gets enough of his breath back to gasp out incredulously, eyes bugging out of his head, “Why wouldn’t you ask me that?!”

Jisung shrugs, already focused back on the new level of his game.

“I didn’t know you’d be into it.” He glances up now, smirk on his lips, as he stares at the astounded alpha. “Would you fuck me in the studio, hyung?”

Changbin splutters.

“Yeah, of course I would, if you had asked!”

“Oh. Hm.”

“Oh god.” You groan and cover your face with your hands. “This date is going to be a disaster.”

“Take heart, noona.” Hyunjin reaches down to pat your head in a patronizingly sweet manner, and you swat blindly at his hands. You can hear the grin in his voice. “Jisung did you a favor.”

“Yeah!” Jisung pumps a fist and starts upward, voice triumphant, until he glances up in confusion and sinks back down to his spot against your legs. “Wait. What did I do?”

Hyunjin grins like the cat who’s just had the canary.

“ Now nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to appear more daunting for Chan-hyung than meeting Han Jisung.”

********

“I really, really don’t like surprises.” You repeat dolefully for what feels like the fifth time in as many minutes, and Chan shoots you a look that’s equal parts exasperation, equal parts fond amusement.

The latter has your heart doing a weird little skip in your chest.

“So you’ve said. But I swear to God-” He avoids a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk, and comes back to your side with a slight grimace and a look upward at the dripping trees overhead. “-it’s nothing crazy.”

“Damn.” You reply sarcastically, tone teasing, as you watch your footing, careful not to step in the mud that lines the path. “And here I was hoping that you’d rented me a yacht and a Michelin starred chef for the evening.”

Chan chuckles, and you hide your grin behind your teeth.

“I mean-” He holds his hands out and gives you a sidelong glance. “-I’ve been told I can cook a mean pot of ramen.”

“Oh yeah?” You snort and eye him disbelievingly. “Who told you that? Changbin?”

Chan hesitates as you both step around another pool of rainwater. “Maybe.”

You scoff. “Please. Seo Changbin will eat anything. That man would eat my cooking and rave about it for a week, and that’s saying something.”

Chan laughs again, and you try to ignore the fact that you really like hearing it-his laugh. It’s nice.

He cocks his head and gives you the start of a smile, biting on his bottom lip as his dimples start to hollow out his cheeks.

“What, it’s that bad?”

You snort beneath your breath again and this time, you let yourself grin, even as you roll your eyes.

“Well, it’s not good, that’s for sure.”

Chan huffs a laugh beneath his breath and digs his hands into the pockets of his coat as you round the corner and stop abruptly at the back of one of the buildings downtown.

You’re not sure which building it is, not from the back, but you squint suspiciously at the door before you, the door which Chan currently has his hand on, the door clearly labeled No Public Access.

The other alpha glances over his shoulder at you, and upon seeing your expression, chuckles, his hand already turning the knob.

“I promise, I’m not gonna kidnap or murder you. Swear to God.”

You stay rooted to the spot, staring him down, eyes still narrowed.

“I’m not worried about that. I could absolutely crush you in hand to hand combat, Christopher Bang. Felix has been teaching me taekwondo.”

His eyes go wide for a moment, and then he laughs, a genuine, throaty chuckle, and starts to pull open the door.

“Good to know.”

He throws another mischievous glance back at you, before ducking through the door, and you realize, with a deep sigh, that you have no other option but to follow him.

With slight caution, wolf on high alert, you step through the door.

Chan is waiting on the other side, and he watches with a growing smile on his face as your jaw drops and your eyes widen.

“Oh my god.” “Surprise?” He offers hesitantly, still watching you carefully.

You step forward, still staring, open mouthed, at the behind the scenes of the biggest traveling science exhibit that has ever graced downtown Seoul.

Chan cocks his head beside you, grinning full force now. “Seungmin said you really wanted to go.”

You glance back at him in disbelief. “Yeah, and he also said that tickets sold out instantly. How did you-?”

Chan shrugs, grin only widening, and gives you a mischievous wink. “I happen to have an inside man.”

Your gaze lifts once more to the towering displays, the hundreds of people walking by on the opposite side of the glass cases, and you feel your heart do a weird little thing in your chest.

You force your gaze to remain impassive as you turn back to the other alpha once more.

“You don’t like science.”

He shrugs again, looking serious now, his eyes holding yours. “Yeah, but you do.” His lips lift once more into a cheeky grin, dimples appearing. “And I like you, so.”

You scoff, hoping to god he hasn’t seen the light pink starting to dust your cheeks, and glance down at where your sneakers scuff the floor in an effort to avoid his gaze.

“Disgusting.”

Chan chuckles, and his hand finds the small of your back. His palm is warm, even through the thick material of your coat.

“Oh, speaking of man on the inside-”

You raise your gaze curiously at his words, and see someone headed directly toward you, purpose in their step, and there’s two things you notice immediately about Chan’s ‘inside man.’

Number one-she’s not a man, not in the slightest.

And two, her candied peony scent wafting toward you tells you only one thing-omega.

Your wolf growls protectively, and you swallow, trying to keep your own scent stable.

The woman reaches the two of you, and eyes crinkling into a large smile, stops just short of touching Chan, her heels coming to a sharp staccato on the tile beneath your feet.

“I’m so glad you made it!”

Chan, however, doesn’t hesitate, sweeping her into a hug that has them both laughing as he exclaims, “Lisa! Super great to see you, mate!”

Your wolf snarls-mine-and you immediately force the thought deep down inside, because it’s bullshit, all of it.

Chan isn’t yours-you’re not even sure if you like the guy-and he’s definitely not pack, so why is your entire body quivering with withheld jealousy at this moment?

You note the sour tone to your scent, and force a deep breath and a smile as Chan finally releases the omega and she turns to you.

Chan grins. “(Y/N), this is Lisa. She’s the one who managed to get us in.” He glances at the shorter woman proudly, then, “She’s one of Seoul’s top emerging event planners.”

Lisa giggles and swats his arm. “Stop. Don’t tell her things like that, Channie.”

The nickname has bile rising in the back of your throat, and you try to ignore the way Lisa tucks her long blonde hair prettily behind her ear as she steps toward you and holds out her hand.

You take it, noting the way her perfectly manicured red nails are in stark contrast to your own, currently sporting chipped teal nail polish haphazardly applied by Jisung.

“It’s so nice to meet you. Chan doesn’t shut up about you.” She gives you a little conspiratorial smile and wink as she shakes your hand gently.

“Oh?” You glance past her to Chan with a raised eyebrow, and he’s dutifully avoiding your gaze now. “That’s good to hear. I’m flattered, Channie.”

He glances up at the sharp use of the nickname, but you’re already looking away.

“Well.” Lisa steps back, releasing you, and your whole body gives a sigh of relief as the smell of peonies starts to fade. “I’ve got things to do. But it was really nice to meet you, (Y/N)-” She gives you a little nod and smile, and gives Chan one more quick hug before stepping away, pointing a menacing finger in his direction. “-Keep in touch better, Channie. Your eomma is worried.” Chan rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly and huffs a laugh. “I’ll call her this week.”

Lisa nods. “Good.” She waves to you both. “Enjoy the exhibit, you two!”

She disappears into the crowds.

You watch her go, trying to calm your bristling nerves and annoyed wolf, and Chan steps up beside you. “Ready?”

You drag your eyes away from where Lisa disappeared, and can’t help but be petty, just for a moment.

“She’s pretty.”

Chan is quiet for a moment, and then he drops a hand on your shoulder, leaning in to murmur in your ear with slight amusement, “You don’t need to be jealous, you know.”

You scoff and shrug out from under his hold, determined not to look at him.

“I’m not jealous, Christopher, I’m bisexual.”

One of those things is the truth, so it’s only half a lie.

Without another glance back, you stomp toward the line for the science exhibit.

Chan chuckles beneath his breath and follows you without another word.

*******

You’re watching Chan cook beef-raw, red, rare, just how you both like it-on the small barbecue grill at the restaurant later, and you don’t know if it’s the soju or the atmosphere or the leftover glow from the exhibit, but everything feels soft, nice, in place.

Maybe it’s because he’s your moonmate, your wolf whispers, and you bury the thought deep beneath the surface before you can dwell on it, knocking back another shot of soju.

“You should drink some water.” Chan hums beneath his breath, as he flips another piece of meat, and you roll your eyes.

“No.”

“Yeah.” He motions with his chopsticks to your water glass with a raised brow. “It’s good for you.” You hold his gaze defiantly, and reach for the glass without looking, draining the water before setting it back down on the table.

“Happy?” You ask in an overly sweet tone, batting your eyelashes at him for good effect.

Chan laughs and shakes his head, going back to tending the meat.

“Yeah, happy.” He flips the meat once more, lips still pulled into an amused smile at your antics, and settles back into his chair, watching it carefully as it continues to sizzle.

He catches you off guard when he says, “You know, I know you think you’re being all bristly and standoffish when you’re like this, but it can’t be helped.” He glances up at you through the shag of his curls and grins, and you try to ignore the flash of his dimples. “I find it incredibly cute when you’re trying to put up a defiant front.”

You stare at him and then groan, rolling your eyes.

“Oh god. You’re one of those.”

Chan stares at you in open confusion. “One of those?” He questions back, looking entirely lost now.

“Yeah.” You nod and prop your chin in your hand, staring him down, as he pulls pieces of meat off the grill and places them on your plates. “A brat tamer.”

His chopsticks pause in mid air. “What?”

You pop a piece of beef into your mouth and chew, before you say, pointing at him with your chopsticks now, “Yeah. Someone who likes when their partners defy them, or rile them up on purpose. Minho’s one too.”

Chan is staring at you. “Oh, really?”

You can tell. He’s just had some sort of epiphany.

You eat another piece of meat and chew while nodding emphatically. “One hundred percent. See-” You wave your chopsticks around again, as Chan moves to turn off the grill, popping his own piece of beef into his mouth. “-You and Minho. Makes sense. Changbin, he’s like, half that way? But only with certain partners. Usually Hyunjin, cause that one is a capital B Brat. With me-” You take a sip of your water thoughtfully. “-Changbin usually switches. He’s big into bottoming sometimes.”

Chan chokes on his own sip of water.

You wait for his coughing to die down, and then he says hoarsely, “That–feels illegal to know.”

You shrug and eat another bite of food. “I mean. If you wanna be part of the pack, you need to know all that shit, right?”

You eat another bite, dutifully avoiding his gaze, even though you can feel it boring into your head, and try to ignore the way the atmosphere has gotten suddenly serious.

Finally, Chan clears his throat and asks quietly, “You–want me to join the pack?”

You shrug and continue to avoid looking across the table, moving your food around your plate aimlessly now, just for something to do.

“I mean. Jury’s still out. And it’s not just up to me. But-” You glance up now, and you have to stop yourself from letting your gaze fall to his mouth, the plush skin of his bottom lip sucked between his teeth in an anxious gesture. “-I don’t think I’m opposed anymore.”

Chan sucks in a sharp breath, you see it in the rise and fall of his chest, and then he grins so brightly that you’re almost blinded.

You clear your throat and take another long drink of water, just so he doesn’t see the blush creeping up your neck.

“I-” He sets down his chopsticks and folds his hands in his lap. “-I’m really happy to hear that actually.”

“Don’t go getting a big head.” You warn teasingly, though you still can’t quite meet his gaze. “Like I said, it’s not just up to me, and Minho’s a hard sell.”

Chan’s grin widens.

“I wouldn’t worry about Minho. Now that I know we have so many similar qualities, I think we’ll get along just fine.”

******

“Well, this is me.” You offer awkwardly, trying to be cheesy because you know Chan just lives a floor up from you, but falling flat, as you both stand in front of your door after dinner.

Chan laughs anyway, because he’s a good sport, and you appreciate the gesture. You’ll never admit it to him, but when he laughs and his dimples appear, it makes you go all warm and fuzzy inside, your thoughts turning to mush.

Damn soju.

You’re both hesitating for some unknown reason now, and Chan looks like he wants to say something, but can’t quite brave it, and you decide to hell with it, you’ll do it, because what’s the worst that could happen?

“Do you wanna come in?” You blurt out, no hesitation, voice confident, and Chan looks entirely off guard. “And yes, that’s entirely a line. It’s definitely an invitation. Just so we’re clear.”

He’s still staring at you blankly, and the smirk curving your lips fades in the face of his silence, and suddenly, you’re floundering.

You backpedal a bit, hand sneaking behind you to the doorknob. “I mean, only if you want to, of course. You don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

Chan kisses you before you can make an even bigger fool of yourself.

This kiss is entirely different from the first time, when you kissed in the hallway outside Felix’s room, on the brink of something unknown and an omega’s heat.

That kiss was sweet and soft and gentle and a bit timid, languid, testing unsure boundaries.

No, this kiss is nothing like that. This kiss is impatient and hurried, frantic, teeth bumping and tongues tangling almost instantly, licking into each other’s mouths as Chan cages you back against the door, angling your chin expertly with one big hand.

There’s a break for breath, and you find words still tumbling from your lips.

“We never got to talk about it, after Felix and everything, and we said we’d do it later and I just thought-” “(Y/N).” Chan’s low, commanding use of your name has you shutting up, meeting his gaze, his irises swirling golden and caramel, his lips pulled into the start of an amused smirk.

He lets his thumb trace over the outline of your bottom lip, slow and sensual, and you have to stop the visceral reaction of a shiver that threatens to run up your spine.

“Stop talking.”

You swallow, and freeze beneath his hand, his fingers now tracing down your throat.

“Right. Sorry.”

His smirk flickers, and then he’s leaning in once more, slotting his mouth over yours, picking up where you left off.

Chan tastes like soju and vanilla chapstick and how the forest floor smells after rain, and you know that doesn’t make sense, but somehow it does and-

The warmth of his fingers curl around the jut of your hip bone beneath your sweater, and suddenly, cognitive function ceases to exist, what is a thought? You wouldn’t know.

He slots a thigh between your legs, and makes a content noise in the back of his throat when you gasp in response-something between a hum and a growl-and dammit, if it doesn’t instantly make you wet.

His fingers graze your scent gland and-

Fuck.

You’re stumbling backward into your apartment before either of you know what you’re doing, tangled up in each other, blindly navigating the hallway, your fingers tangled in his curls, his palm on the small of your back to keep you from falling.

When your back hits the bed, you break contact for another brief moment, and you stare at each other for a long second, and you don’t know what Chan’s thinking, but you’re admiring the way he looks like this-all kiss bitten and rumpled from your fingers, hovering above you, knees on either side of your hips, staring down at you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

He seems to snap out of his daze after a moment and glances around your small room.

“Fuck. I didn’t-” He glances back to you helplessly, and you understand what he’s getting at.

“It’s fine.” You motion to your arm with a raised brow. “Birth control. You can hit it raw, pretty boy, with no consequences. Consider me every man’s wet dream.”

Chan stares at you for another long moment, and you think he’s gonna make a comment somewhere along the lines of ‘but what if-’ or ‘we should be safe, just in case-” because you don’t know much, but you’ve gathered that Christopher Bang is a bit of an overthinker, even in the short time you’ve known him.

But instead, he simply leans back in, and putting his lips close to your ear, murmurs, “Would you like that? Tell me, would you like me to breed you, (Y/N)?”

All the air leaves your lungs, and when he meets your eyes once more, you see it, see the alpha, the gold swirling, mesmerizing, in the depths of his dark gaze.

Everything inside of you wants.

“I-” You start to say, because you can’t think of the words, can’t even form a cognitive thought after what he’s just asked, even though inside, your wolf is practically clawing in impatience, begging for you to say yes.

Yes, alpha, I’d like that. God, I want that, more than anything.

He’s still staring at you, eyes like minted coins, and he cocks his head, raising a brow in an entirely too attractive way for your own good.

“Hm?” He hums beneath his breath, reaching up to trace a finger over your mouth, finger coming back slick with spit. “Use your words, baby. Tell alpha what you want.”

You swallow, and gain back some of your senses.

“I think you want me to beg you to fuck me, alpha.” You reply instead, heart hammering in your ears, trying to keep your expression neutral as you stare up at him, your wolf making it hard, as it already bares its throat.

Chan smirks, predatory and dangerous.

“Is that what I want?”

You shrug casually, trying to put on an air of indifference.

“Sure sounds like it.” Chan, for what it’s worth, looks thoughtful, before he once again leans into your space suddenly, his fingers looping around your wrists as he pins you down, eyes sparking.

“Interesting. Because I think-” He muses beneath his breath, voice almost a growl in the back of his throat, and you have to stop your body from quivering beneath his in a physical reaction to his tone. “-it sounds like I’m asking you to tell me how badly you’d like for me to finish inside of you.” “Oh my god.” You exclaim, staring at him in shock now, as he drops the facade and instantly looks worried, like he’s hurt you somehow, or done something wrong. “This is a kink for you, isn’t it?”

You see his shoulders slump in relief, and he suddenly looks like he’s reflecting.

“I dunno. Is it? Maybe. I’ve never really thought about it.”

“It’s definitely a kink.” You laugh at his open surprise, reaching up to stick a finger into the outline of one of his dimples. “But we can talk about that later. Right now-”

You let the grin drop from your face as you push yourself up on your elbows beneath him, and Chan looks curious, frozen, like he’s waiting for what you’re going to do next.

You lean in close and let your lips brush his ear, teeth grazing his pulse point as you talk. You don’t miss the way he shivers.

“Right now, alpha, I’d really like for you to fill me up.”

******

“Breeding kink.” You announce triumphantly, as you sit down at the table in Changbin’s kitchen, letting your backpack drop to the floor.

“Oh god.” Chan groans out from between his fingers, already flushing pink.

“Really.” Hyunjin whistles, glancing at Chan with a smirk, before he reaches into his pocket and flicks Changbin a dollar across the table. “Interesting.”

“I did not see that one coming.” Jisung looks thoughtful, and a little bit betrayed, as he too reaches into his pocket and slaps a dollar into Changbin’s outstretched hand.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Chan has gotten over his embarrassment enough to look appalled at what’s happening around him. “Did you guys bet on this?”

“Of course we did.” Hyunjin snorts, stuffing a hot cheeto into his mouth, as he pulls out his phone gleefully. “I gotta call Felix. This is gold.”

“And I won.” Changbin announces smugly, counting the dollars in his hand slowly, as if he’s a banker at a betting table in Vegas, collecting his hard earned winnings.

Chan glances at you with helplessness in his gaze, and you shrug, leaning over to snag one of Hyunjin’s cheetos.

“Sorry, dude. Welcome to the pack.” Jisung cackles suddenly from his spot beside the refrigerator.

“God, Minho-hyung’s gonna be pissed when he finds out. He was really gunning for spit.”

“Oh my god.” Chan groans again, and you grin at him wickedly, raising an eyebrow as you stuff another hot cheeto past your lips.

“Like I said. Welcome to the pack, Christopher Bang. Enjoy your stay.”

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dameronology · 1 year

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timing's a bitch (s.h) - 1/5

s u m m e r ' 8 6

you'll be the saddest part of me, a part of me that will never be mine - the loneliest, maneskin (x)

"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother

a.k.a a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right (series masterlist)

You made Steve Harrington cry the first time you met him.

He still remembered it clear as day, even though it had been in first grade. You'd thrown a Lego brick at his head and stuffed sand in his mouth, promising that if he ever touched your pet worm again (his name was Sherm, if you were wondering) that he would pay. After some negotiation and charm from his part - and the promise that he wouldn't make his parents call yours - you had become best friends. You brought balance to one another's lives, even from a young age. Steve was always a little more calculated and thoughtful in his actions, sticking to the sidelines at playtime and always worrying about his hair. You, meanwhile, had always run headfirst into danger, with scrapes on your knees and glue in your hair. Ying and yang.

You never left Steve's side and he never left yours. Things came close when the popularity really got to his ego in sophomore year, but it was nothing a whack across the head couldn't fix. The threat of telling every person at Hawkins High about his Farah Fawcett hairspray secret also very quickly humbled him. He owed you a lot of apologies after that phase.

Things were better than ever by the time graduation rolled around. It hadn't really hit either of you that this was it; that Hawkins High would no longer be your world. It was scarier for you than it was for Steve because he knew deep down that he had probably peaked in high school. He had no college lined up; while you'd gone and gotten yourself a full scholarship to NYU, all he'd done was argue with his parents about his grades and why they wouldn't foot the bill for him to follow you to the city. The world was about to become bigger and scarier. The prospect of you being thousands of miles away only made it worst.

"Just one year," Steve begged, "just take one year out. The new mall is gonna be hiring loads of people and you can save up a butt ton before you go to college-"

"- I am not taking a year out, Steve!" you exclaimed. Reaching across the center console, you gave his chest a whack. "I worked my ass off the last four years so that I have enough money to go now."

"Okay, don't think about money then. Think about..."

He paused, trailing off.

"Think about what?"

"Spending time with me before I go?" he meekly asked. "We can have loads of fun! Just me and you, y'know, having one final year together before you leave me forever."

You groaned. "Steve, we've had all summer together. Also, I'm not leaving you! I'll be home literally every few weeks."

He forced a smile, eyes focusing on the road ahead. This was his last two days with you before you moved and he didn't want to spend it being sad. It was just that his heart ached in a way he never thought it would. A thousand times more than when his parents didn't show for graduation; even more than when Nancy Wheeler left him.

Steve's glance flickered over to the photo tucked away into his rearview mirror. It was a Polaroid taken over the summer; you and Steve were stood between your parents, armed wrapped around each other as you were grinning in your caps. Maybe his parents hadn't shown for him on graduation, but yours sure had, with flowers and hugs and affection for you both. Hell, they probably wouldn't have minded if he moved into your room once you were at college. It was definitely something he thought about.

"Summer doesn't feel like enough," he muttered. "Doesn't it scare you that things are changing?"

"Of course it does," you replied. "Change isn't always bad though. Things can't always stay the same, Stevie. Me staying home an extra year isn't gonna delay the inevitable."

Steve glanced in his wing mirror, indicating off the highway and pulling into your driveway. You'd had to beg him to come and help you pack; even though he'd acted like he didn't want to, he was secretly delighted at the idea. In fact, he was secretly delighted at spending any time with you.

After yelling a quick hi! to your parents, you both bounded up the stairs and into your bedroom. It was pretty much stripped now, years worth of blue tack and marks and scuffs on the wall. Your entire childhood packed neatly away into boxes; some for college, some for the attic, some for the dump. Steve in particular was drawn to the pile of photos on your nightstand. It was you and him through the years - some were a little dog-eared and frayed, but the two little kids smiling back at him never faltered.

He put them down and glanced over at you. You were sat on the bed now, having discarded your clothes for a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies. He'd leant that to you last year after a day at the lake - naturally, you'd gone running in totally unplanned in your clothes. He'd stood at the side the entire time, too scared of getting his hair wet.

That had always been one of his regrets; holding back. Not just the day at the lake, but the time you'd gone tree climbing and waved to him whilst he waited at the bottom. The time you rode all the big coasters at Coney Island and smiled at him as you went by. You were always going a thousand miles an hour and Steve just fucking stood there, waving as time passed him by. And now you were about to loop-de-loop right away from him.

He watched as you frowned in concentration, hands scrawling away at a messy to-do list. Pack, buy new toothbrush, apply for job, find class schedule. It was the most organised he'd ever seen you.

"You're being awfully quiet," you commented without even looking up. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing's on my mind."

"Steve, please," you scoffed. "You've been my best friend for fourteen years. Don't try and act like you're not deep in thought about something. What is it? A car? A girl-"

"- kind of," he said. "I was thinking about...us."

You peered up at him, eyebrows creasing. "Us?"

"Yeah. Don't you think we're pretty great?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "You're my best friend, Steve. Nothing will ever change that."

Steve sighed to himself. Wasn't that the whole problem? You were friends. Best, best fucking friends. And even though it was no secret that you yourself had little thoughts and feelings about him, they never seemed to overlap. You'd liked him when he dated Nancy. Then by the time they'd broken up, you were hooking up with the Dungeons and Dragons kid who had been held back two years. Then by the time that ended, Steve was onto his next fling.

And now you were going away. Maybe that's why he was yearning.

"Nothing at all?"

You frowned. "Nothing."

"Not even this?"

To be honest, Steve wasn't really thinking straight. Plagued by nothing but regret and hankering, he threw aside your to-do list and dove across the bed. His hands found your waist, pulling you towards him with might. It didn't take a genius to work out what was going on; even though his actions took you by surprise, you still tangled a hand in his hair when his lips came down on yours, the other finding it's way to the loop of of his best.

He pulled you closer, tongue slipping inside your mouth. You didn't mean to let out a gentle moan as he did, but fuck. Steve Harrington was a good kisser and it was annoying that all those rumours you'd tried to ignore in high school were true.

Steve sat up, pulling you into his lap. He moved his lips from yours, moving down to just below your ear. You didn't protest, instead dropping your head in the crook of his neck.

It wasn't until there was a knock at your door that you both jumped.

The sound was like a cold bucket of water over your head, snapping you back to reality. Fuck. You'd just made out with Steve. He had never been the King of Hawkins high to you; he was the kid that tried to kill Sherm over a decade ago. The same kid who got yellow braces because he thought they looked cool. The same kid that secretly cried every time Vienna by Billy Joel came on the radio.

"Honey, how's packing going?" your mum called. "I'm going to the landfill early tomorrow so make sure that you-"

"- yeah, I will!" you cut her off, trying to catch your breath. "Thanks, mum!"

There was the fall of footsteps as she walked away, leaving you and your best friend to sit there and deal with the consequences of your actions. You were still sat in Steve's lap, cheeks warm with something that wasn't quite embarrassment. His chest was heaving in time with yours, eyes refusing to break your gaze.

"What the fuck did we just do?" you asked.

"I...uh...I kissed you. And you kissed me back, and then I put my hand here and you put yours there and-"

"- it was a rhetorical question!" you exclaimed. "Oh my god, I'm still sat in your lap."

Rolling off of him, you landed on the bed next to Steve. You immediately pulled your hood up, tugging on the strings so that it tightened around your cheeks and hid your face. The worst part of all this was that you'd enjoyed it. Had the universe - in the form of your mother - not interfered, you had no doubt in your mind that you probably would have fucked your best friend. That certainly was a jarring revelation.

"Did you..." you began, but then paused. "Had you thought about doing that for a long time?"

"Yeah, I guess," Steve admitted. "Not like constantly but there's been moments over the last few years. And then I saw you sitting there in my clothes and we're about to say goodbye and-"

"- no we're not, Steve," you grumbled. "Because I'm going to see you at Christmas, and then like every weekend after that, and...Jesus Christ. Was that meant as an impulsive thing or an actual thing?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't kiss my best friend of fifteen years just for one night. I could go out to a shitty bar downtown and find anyone for that."

"Why now?"

"Can you blame a guy for shooting his shot?" Steve tried to joke, but you didn't laugh "I mean...yeah. Maybe I was thinking about you and I being more than you and I. It seems dumb now."

"Your timing is fucking awful, Steve Harrington," you gave him a small smile, gently running a hand over his face. "You could have asked me at any point before now and I would have said yes."

"But?"

"But I'm moving half way across the fucking country in two days!" you exclaimed. "You're my best friend and I love you but our lives are about to change. The stakes are too high and you are far too important for me to risk losing, okay?"

Steve smiled, giving you a nod. It could have been worse - it could have been a straight up no. A why fuck would I ever love you? or a broken nose. It was still rejection, but it was just...timing. Bad timing. Maybe he just had to wait.

He was okay with that.

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Warning: Y/n is a bit dumb so she doesn't really get scared about her stalker.

[14:49]

It's gone again.

Her lip balm. A cherry flavor to be exact.

Last time she bought it, she got to wear it for two weeks only before she lost it.

She can't let this happen anymore. She will report it to the police.

"Good morning, this is Seoul police station. May I help you?"

"Hi, yes um...someone has breaking into my house lately."

"How do you know about that?"

"Because I lost my things many times!"

"Okay miss, calm down. Can you tell us what item in your house that go missing?"

"My lip balm! My cherry flavored lip balm. It's the third time I lost it."

Y/n can heard a tired sigh from the other line. She imagined that the police was massaged his head.

"Are you...sure you just don't misplace it? That thing is small so probably you left it anywhere around the house."

"No, officer. I'm sure someone stole it. Everytime I buy the new one, it will suddenly gone after few weeks later."

Y/n furrowing her eyebrows showing how determine she is about what happened. The police officer on the other hand once again sighed and massaging his temple. He didn't expected his morning will be difficult.

"Okay, miss. If there is a very valuable thing than your lipbalm go missing, then you can call us again, alright?"

She didn't get a time to reply before the line ended. The girl huffed feeling not satisfied with what just happened.

"It's valuable too. I bought it with my money not leaves."

She ate her cereal while thinking on how to catch the culprit. She's done letting them go for stealing it once but now it's already third time. Y/n put her spoon when she suddenly got an idea.

----

"I will catch you and bring you to the police."

Y/n hummed to herself while being inside her bathroom. The bathroom located in front of her bedroom so she can easily attacked the culprit when they come.

She nearly fell asleep after hours of waiting until she heard a noise from her front door. She hold her pan tightly. When she heard her bedroom door got opened, she waited a while and opened the doorknob slowly to not make a voice. She saw a guy was searching for something. It must be her lipbalm. Without waiting more, she jumped at him and made both of them fell to the floor.

"So, you were the one who steal my lipbalm. How dare you?! I bought it with my money!! Give it back!!"

Y/n said as she hit his chest few times. She can't see his face clearly because of the mask he wore. When the guy tried to pull her off she pulled the mask off him first.

"You....EHHH. The- the cat guy...Yang Jungwon, right?"

The said guy nodded his head lightly. Y/n quickly get off him and tried to control herself from doing anything embarassing. She didn't expected the culprit will be her crush. God, why suddenly she felt warm on her face.

"So, you um- you took my lipbalm."

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Well, um you should not do that. And why you even did that anyway? Do you know how much is it? You made me broke!"

Jungwon giggled when Y/n pouted. She is so cute that he wanted to pinch her cheeks. He took out few of new lipbalms he bought before he came here.

"I'm sorry for what I did. Here, I bought these for you."

"You didn't...have to do that."

"Like you said, you are broke because of this. I don't want to make a girl that I like being broke because I took her lipbalm."

Y/n nodded her head before finally got what Jungwon meant. Her doe eyes staring at him with shocked expression.

"You...like me too?"

"Too? Do you like me?"

"Umm."

Y/n squealed when she got pulled to a hug. She can heard how fast is Jungwon's heartbeat.

It didn't bother her the fact that Jungwon is her stalker. Instead, she felt safe being around him.

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 9 months

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 5

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 8855

Contents: lots of softness and fluff, oral, fingering, protected anal, innie losing his v card

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Jeongin felt so warm. So warm and comfortable. He came to slowly, feeling the soft sheets and pillows, feeling the arms wrapped around him and soft, slow breaths on his head, ruffling his hair. Had it not felt so real he might have thought it was a dream.

It took a little bit longer for the memories of the night before to seep back into his sleepy mind. Memories of all of the things said and all of the kisses shared and sleepy promises of forever. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, feeling deliriously happy at the thought of it all. He hid in Seungmin’s chest, feeling the arms around him pull him a little closer. He didn't know how long Seungmin had been awake but his voice was still rough with sleep when he spoke.

"Morning, Innie."

"Good morning." Jeongin nuzzled in closer. They didn't have anything to do immediately this morning but he was still dreading the moment they would have to leave this bed. “Let’s not get up yet.”

“Good thing we don’t have to,” Seungmin hummed, pressing a kiss to his head. “We can stay here as long as you want.”

“Which means until you get hungry?” Jeongin giggled.

“Or you,” Seungmin snorted. “But I’m not hungry now anyway.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, hesitating for a moment as a flirty little comment flitted around in his brain.

He propped himself up on Seungmin’s chest, blaming his sleepiness for the decision to let the words off his tongue as he gazed at Seungmin bashfully. “Well, maybe there’s something I could use a taste of.”

Seungmin blinked at him for a moment, clear surprise showing on his face before a grin started to tug at his lips. “Oh? And what taste are you craving?”

Jeongin broke from Seungmin’s gaze shyly. He should have known Seungmin was just going to flirt back. He truly had not thought about the consequences of his words. “You.” The word came out much quieter and more timid than he meant it too. He felt Seungmin’s hand find his chin and tilt his face to meet his gaze.

“What exactly do you want to taste, cutie?”

“Ah…” Any words caught in his throat under Seungmin’s gaze that had quickly grown more intense. He felt heat lick at his cheeks as he tried to form an answer and made a mental note not to start flirting if he couldn’t finish it. Seungmin’s grin just grew as the silence stretched on, gripping Jeongin’s chin just a tiny bit more firmly.

“You’re not going to tell me, baby?” Seungmin fake pouted.

Jeongin felt his head starting to spin. Baby?? It was new and sweet and made his heart pound like he was running a race and Seungmin had to know it would have that kind of effect. Baby. Baby. Baby. It played over and over again in his head and made it so much harder to remember what he was trying to say in the first place.

“What do you want a taste of, baby?” Seungmin cooed, coaxing Jeongin a little closer. “Come on, use your words.”

Jeongin followed the pull of Seungmin’s fingertips. He tried to clear his brain of the baby-induced haze as butterfly wings fluttered in his stomach. Seungmin was far too amused teasing him now, perhaps emboldened knowing just how much Jeongin loved him, maybe he knew he’d take the teasing no matter how flustered or woozy it might make him.

“Your- uh- Y-Your-” Jeongin couldn’t form a full sentence to save his life and he might have thought it pathetic if he wasn’t so lovestruck at the moment.

“My poor Innie,” Seungmin chuckled before closing the distance and kissing him. Jeongin melted into the kiss, shifting a little closer and getting as comfy as he could while he got lost in kisses with his favourite person. Seungmin indulged him, more than happy to give every single kiss Jeongin wanted and then some. He held Jeongin close, fingertips slipping under the hem of his shirt and tracing lazily over his lower back in a way that had tingles running down Jeongin’s spine.

“Was that what you wanted?” Seungmin asked, pulled back only far enough to get a breath.

Jeongin shook his head slightly before trying to kiss Seungmin again but Seungmin stopped him, leaning back to look at him and taking in the pout and accompanying whine Jeongin let out. He gave Jeongin a soft smile, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair comfortingly.

“Baby, you have to tell me what you want.”

“I-I-” He tried to force the words off his lips but he was feeling the heat burning his skin with embarrassment so he abandoned the conventions of language in favour of whining and hiding in Seungmin’s neck shyly. Seungmin let out a chuckle, soothing Jeongin with fingers in his hair and light massaging of his scalp.

“You’re really too cute,” Seungmin hummed. “Can’t even ask me for what you want now. My poor baby.”

“You’re just teasing,” Jeongin whined.

“And you’re not using your words,” Seungmin said. “If you can do that for me I’ll give you what you want.”

Jeongin nuzzled further into Seungmin’s neck. He blamed the teasing, it wasn’t like he hadn’t asked for this before but Seungmin seemed to enjoy seeing him flustered far too much. It was so much harder to speak up when he knew how much Seungmin was enjoying his suffering.

“You’re a sadist,” Jeongin grumbled.

“I’m just trying to be a good communicator.” He managed to coax Jeongin out just enough to press a kiss to his temple and murmur against his skin. “It’s not my fault you get all adorably flustered.”

Jeongin shoved Seungmin weakly in the side while he whined. Seungmin was chuckling at him and Jeongin felt the way his skin was burning as Seungmin was having so much fun at his expense. “I should have just kept dating you in my imagination.” Jeongin grumbled. “You were so much nicer.”

“Expectations set by your imagination sounds like a you problem,” He snorted.

Jeongin groaned, trying to push away off of Seungmin’s chest but Seungmin tightened his grip, not letting him leave.

“Okay okay okay okay,” He pulled Jeongin back down against his chest. “I know what you want, baby. But…” He coaxed Jeongin to lift his head and look him in the eye. After a moment of apprehension Jeongin met his eye. “If you tell me I’ll be extra nice.”

Jeongin pouted, thinking it over. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Jeongin bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before meeting Seungmin’s eyes again. “C-Can I suck you off?”

“Good boy.” Seungmin grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Was that so hard?”

Jeongin’s lips parted but no words came out as his brain melted into absolute mush. Good boy?? Seungmin had just got him back and was already trying to kill him.

“I-I uh-”

Seungmin chuckled, pressing a few more kisses to his face. “Good to know you like that too.” He hummed, almost as if to himself.

“Th-That’s not- I-I-” His brain refused to form any sort of sentence as his skin burned, so easily flustered and disarmed by Seungmin as always. It would be annoying if it weren’t so mortifying. The only saving grace was that Seungmin found it cute so it could only serve to make Jeongin more endearing.

That didn’t save him from the embarrassment though.

“Take your time.” Seungmin murmured, pressing a few more kisses to his lips. Jeongin accepted them gratefully. He tried to form some sense of a coherent thought but all that he could manage was the desire to taste his lover. So with what little wherewithal he had, Jeongin slipped away from Seungmin’s lips and moved to kiss along his jaw, and then his neck.

Seungmin let out a chuckle, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair comfortingly, his free hand finding one of Jeongin’s to intertwine their fingers. It made Jeongin’s heart act in a wonderfully sporadic way, forgetting what a beat was altogether. Jeongin fought to keep his breathing even, already feeling warmth start to make it’s way down his body from just the anticipation alone.

He trailed kisses along Seungmin’s neck and then over his clothed chest, listening to him humming in contentment at the feeling. Seungmin squeezed his hand sweetly as he moved slowly, taking his time. He let his free hand slip up under Seungmin’s shirt, leaving light, teasing touches over his skin and feeling pride as he heard Seungmin’s breath hitch.

He lifted Seungmin’s shirt up as he moved lower, kissing next to his belly button and gazing up shyly at Seungmin. It only served to send a rush of arousal through him at the way Seungmin was biting down on his lip and gazing at him heatedly. Jeongin hesitated for a moment, reeling from the look Seungmin was giving him, from feeling so wanted, from knowing how badly he was wanted.

He felt the heat rush up his cheeks as he brought his gaze back down, meeting the waistband of Seungmin’s pyjamas. He didn’t miss the bulge underneath them either. His fingers curled around the band and he paused for a moment, thinking. He knew he could do this with Seungmin on his back, but…

“Minnie?” His voice was a little timid but it caught Seungmin’s attention all the same. Seungmin ran his fingers through Jeongin’s hair and he let out a little “hmm?” in response to the inquiry.

“Can you sit on the edge of the bed for me?”

Seungmin grinned at him. “Anything for you, baby.”

Jeongin sat up and Seungmin followed along. He took the opportunity to steal a kiss, hand wrapping around the back of Jeongin’s neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss that left Jeongin positively dizzy. He felt a little dazed when he pulled back for air and Seungmin let out a chuckle as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.

Jeongin took a deep breath, collecting himself quickly before getting off the bed. He couldn’t blame Seungmin for stealing an extra kiss or two; not when he took the opportunity while standing in front of him to rest his hands on his thighs and lean in for yet another kiss. Seungmin accepted it, borderline greedy. Jeongin didn’t mind one bit, smiling just a little into the kisses.

When he finally pulled back he gave Seungmin a shy smile as he sank down onto his knees. Seungmin did nothing to hide his anticipation, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he rested back on his hands. He lifted his hips off the bed a little, expectant, eager.

Jeongin ran his fingers up Seungmin’s thighs, dropping his gaze as he felt the butterflies in his stomach. He focused on gently pulling Seungmin’s pyjama pants off, easily slipping them down his legs. He tried to hide the way his breath hitched as he took in the sight of Seungmin’s half hard cock in front of him as he settled between his legs. He felt Seungmin’s hand work its way into his hair and glanced up at him quickly before deciding his heart couldn’t handle it.

His fingertips travelled along Seungmin’s bare thighs, feeling a rush of pride at the way his breath hitched from the gentle touch. He slowed his movement even more as his fingers went higher up Seungmin’s legs. His eyes flickered up again, seeing the expectation in Seungmin’s gaze as he leaned in. Jeongin let his eyes fall closed as he pressed a few kisses to Seungmin’s inner thighs.

Seungmin let out a sigh, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair as his legs spread a little wider. Jeongin lingered in some places, sucking on the skin softly. He took his time and he knew he was going slow but he wanted to savour this, enjoy this. He wanted to love and be loved and feel every second of it. He drew his nails gently over soft skin as he left a few marks, peeking through his eyelashes at the marks left in the wake of his lips.

Seungmin was letting out soft sighs, legs pressed as wide as they could go and fingers curling and uncurling in Jeongin’s hair. The feeling was so nice and soothing, that along with Seungmin’s scent could have him here all day. His knees could start screaming for relief and he didn’t think he would budge. He brought his lips to Seungmin’s lower stomach, pressing kisses and sucking at the skin as his fingertips traced gently over the marks he’d left on his thighs.

Seungmin’s cock was getting harder and harder by the second, right next to his cheek as he pressed kisses to Seungmin’s skin, getting the lightest graze by his jaw as he moved to press a kiss elsewhere and he felt the way the hand in his hair tightened and Seungmin held his hips back from bucking.

“Is this okay so far?” There wasn’t any actual curiosity in Jeongin’s tone. He felt just a touch smug at how much he enjoyed leaving slow, teasing kisses all over Seungmin meanwhile he was getting so needy from it. Not that he would fare any better with the roles reversed but still; it was nice to have such an effect.

“You’re even slower than last time,” Seungmin breathed, an eye opening to gaze down at Jeongin. “This time you’re doing it on purpose, though.”

“I’m just enjoying this.” Jeongin pouted. “I missed you. I missed this.”

“You’re lucky I love you so much, baby.” He hummed. “I’ll let you go as slow as you want.”

A grin was curling Jeongin’s lips. “If you want me to go faster, you could just say it.” He teased.

Seungmin’s gaze changed, darkening a little and sending a thrill down Jeongin’s spine. He swallowed hard, shifting a little.

“You know, a good boy would want to make me feel good more quickly.”

Jeongin’s heart beat hard in his chest as he choked back a whine. Why the words affected him so much and how Seungmin guessed it he didn’t know. All he knew is that his brain felt like it was melting all over again at the prospect of being called a good boy.

“I-I”

“Don’t worry.” Seungmin said, letting his eyes fall closed. “Go at your own pace, Innie.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, just barely aware that Seungmin was trying to get what he wanted more quickly. He couldn’t help it, wrapping his hand around the base of Seungmin’s cock immediately.

He still didn’t dive in too fast, taking a moment to leave kisses on the underside of his cock and running his tongue around the tip. Seungmin let out a groan, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Jeongin’s neck. He spent a few more moments running his tongue along Seungmin’s cock, sucking just the tip between his lips, and savouring the taste on his tongue again. He let out a few little hums and moans as he did so, feeling the way Seungmin’s thighs trembled and stomach tensed when he did.

Only a few more moments passed before he took Seungmin’s cock into his mouth, sinking down as low as he could. He pulled off slowly, letting out a moan at the taste and feeling the shallow movement of Seungmin’s hips as he tried not to buck into his mouth. A groan fell off his lips at the feeling, fingers tighter in Jeongin’s hair. Jeongin took in every moment, trying to move slow enough to satisfy his desire to taste Seungmin on his tongue all day long with Seungmin’s need for him to move faster. Even if some part of Jeongin knew what Seungmin was doing, he just wanted to be his good boy so badly.

“That’s so good, baby.” The sound was breathy coming off Seungmin’s tongue and it sent arousal crashing through Jeongin. He responded with a hum of his own, looking up at Seungmin through his lashes and being greeted with an intense gaze that left him feeling dizzy.

He found a steady pace, hand moving in tandem with his mouth as he sucked his lover off. He fell into a groove, moving down quickly and pulling back slowly, teasing with his tongue and hollowing his cheeks. He soaked up every little sound Seungmin let out, each one rushing through him and making his cock twitch, getting more and more uncomfortable in his pjs as the moments passed, straining against the fabric.

“Being such a good boy for me.” The words could have made him cum, let alone the tone. It was a miracle that he held it together, feeling his thighs tremble and a moan getting muffled by Seungmin’s cock at the pretty praise that was getting to him every time he heard it. He felt the slight urging from Seungmin to move a little faster and he complied, needing more of Seungmin’s sweet praise like his life depended on it.

“So perfect for me.” Seungmin breathed. “My Innie is so good to me.”

He was sure Seungmin was trying to make his head spin and it was certainly working. Each and every thing that left his lips had Jeongin’s cock twitching and pulsing almost painfully and he was trying to focus on the task at tongue while the mental image of having Seungmin’s cock sunk into his ass started playing in his mind like the most erotic movie scene he’d ever watched.

He moaned out at the image in his own imagination, embarrassingly loudly and felt the way it made Seungmin’s hips shift, a low curse falling off his lips. Jeongin slowed just a little, taking time to suck in the precum that was leaking from Seungmin’s cock and teasing his tongue over the tip before sinking down again.

He was insanely turned on all on his own now and Seungmin’s moans weren’t helping one bit. His breath was heavy, room thick with his scent and thighs trembling now as he got closer to his release.

Only as he tried to take all of Seungmin’s cock, almost succeeding, did he realize that perhaps he didn’t want Seungmin to cum just yet. He wanted to know what it felt like to have Seungmin nestled deep inside him, he wanted to hear him moaning and feel him moving and hold him all at the same time.

“Fuck, that’s s-so good.” Seungmin’s voice was growing unsteady as he got closer. Jeongin felt bad for being so needy, for even thinking of stopping when he was so close to having Seungmin cum down his throat, tasting his release. But he wanted it too bad and he couldn’t think straight to come up with the best solution.

So he stopped, pulling back off of Seungmin’s cock and sitting back on his heels. He could feel Seungmin’s cock twitching in his grasp as the man’s eyes flew open, annoyance lacing his tone when he spoke.

“Why did you sto-”

“Minnie?” He cut Seungmin off, voice a little small and coming out more sweetly than he intended. Maybe that served him all the better though. Seungmin’s annoyance melted away in an instant, gaze softening and fingers brushing through Jeongin’s hair soothingly. For however whipped Jeongin was, at least Seungmin was just as much.

“Yes, baby? Is everything okay?”

Jeongin nodded, biting his lip for just a moment before forcing the words off his lips, lest he lose his nerve.

“Make love to me? Please?”

The beat of silence was so short and yet felt so long as Seungmin gave him a wide-eyed stare while his brain caught up. But the moment ended with a groan falling off his lips and his hands reaching down, grabbing Jeongin’s arms and pulling him up roughly. He crashed his lips against Jeongin’s in a heated kiss that had more warmth rushing through him as he scrambled into Seungmin’s lap.

It took all of a few more seconds before Seungmin flipped him onto his back. Jeongin let out a yelp as he broke away from the kiss, back landing against the bed and gazed up at Seungmin with surprise. He’d never been quite so quick or rough with him.

Not that he was about to complain.

“God, you’re so fucking sweet, Innie.” Seungmin groaned against Jeongin’s lips. “You don’t know how badly you drive me crazy, do you?”

“I-I-” Seungmin didn’t give him a chance to answer, seemingly intent on kissing him senseless instead. Jeongin’s arms wrapped around Seungmin’s neck as Seungmin pressed a knee between his legs. Jeongin let them fall opening, whining into Seungmin’s kisses as he felt Seungmin’s weight on top of him and settling between his legs. Despite the fact that he’d just had said cock on his mouth, something about feeling it against, hard and needy, was turning him on even more.

His fingers dug into Seungmin’s shirt as he pulled him closer. Each deep kiss made him dizzier and more aroused. He brought a leg around Seungmin’s waist, urging him to grind his hips down but Seungmin pulled back from the kiss, dragging Jeongin’s bottom lip between his teeth and earning a whimper.

“Why-” His question died on his tongue as Seungmin sat up, a hand tugging at the neck of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Jeongin’s heart hammered hard in his chest and a whole new generation of butterflies came alive in his stomach as he took in all of Seungmin, unable to stop from blatantly staring. Despite their fooling around, he was struck with the realization that he had never seen all of Seungmin until now.

He simply drank in the vision of beauty in front of him. His gaze slowly rose from his toned thighs, the pretty hips and mouth-watering flushed red cock, to the expanse of his chest, skin smooth over lean muscle. Only as he reached his neck and up to his stunningly gorgeous face, did he realize that Seungmin wasn’t looking back at him. He was looking to the side shyly, cheeks tinted red as he bit down on his bottom lip.

It was such a sweet sight it made Jeongin’s heart melt a little, falling in love a little more in that moment. He reached out, finding Seungmin’s hands with the intent to bring him closer but Seungmin stopped him, seeming to steel himself a little before meeting Jeongin’s eye.

“Your turn,” He chuckled nervously. “I can’t be the only naked one.”

“R-Right.” Jeongin felt the heat rush up his cheeks. Not that Seungmin hadn’t seen a lot of him at this point, but it was still nerve wracking. He squeezed Seungmin’s hands, avoiding his gaze anxiously as he tried to buck up the courage.

Seungmin pulled his hands away, bringing them to Jeongin’s waist and curling around the hem of his shirt. When Jeongin gave him an anxious glance he was met with a reassuring and slightly nervous smile on Seungmin’s lips. It made him feel a little more sure, both to have the reassurance and to know he wasn’t alone in his nerves.

“Can I take this off?” Seungmin asked, playing with the hem of Jeongin’s shirt.

Jeongin bit down on his lip with a shy grin, nodding. Seungmin leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he slid his hands up Jeongin’s chest. His touch left goosebumps in their wake as they pushed his shirt up. Jeongin shifted his arms up, allowing Seungmin to push the shirt off fully and throw it off somewhere on the floor before he leaned back down for another kiss.

Jeongin accepted each and every one, arms wrapping around Seungmin again as he deepened the kiss. A shiver ran through him at Seungmin’s gentle touch across his skin, running his fingers down his chest in an almost absentminded way. It made Jeongin’s breath hitch and ever more warmth to pool in the pit of his stomach, making him start to squirm with how needy he was getting.

He bit down hard on his lip as Seungmin started kissing his neck and then slowly down his chest. Jeongin squeezed his eyes closed and his breaths stuttered on their way out as he felt the slow movement of Seungmin’s lips. He held back his whimper when Seungmin sucked gently on the skin, leaving a stray mark or two and making his cock twitch.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.” His voice was a quiet hum and Jeongin obliged quickly. He felt Seungmin’s fingers hook into his pjs and pull them down his legs before they also ended up on the floor. He kept his eyes closed as he felt Seungmin’s hands rest on his thighs and then slowly slide up his body. He bit down on his lip to hold in a whimper, feeling Seungmin push his legs apart to settle between them.

Jeongin dug his fingers into the sheets, trying to even out his breathing. It didn’t help that Seungmin started to drag his nails lightly over Jeongin’s skin, teasing and slow. He felt Seungmin leaning over him as he pushed his knees up, getting him resting on his feet. Jeongin felt so much more exposed but he tried to ignore his nerves and focus on the feeling of Seungmin’s fingertips and the few stray kisses he was leaving on his thighs.

“Baby?” Seungmin’s voice was smooth and sweet like the finest chocolate and Jeongin’s eyes fluttered open just to see his matching, delicious expression. “Can you grab the lube for me?”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, a failed attempt to stifle his whimper as he reached into the bed side table. His fingers were a little shaky and he fumbled with the bottle, dropping it and hurrying to fish it out again. He felt heat rush up his cheeks as Seungmin chuckled at him and rubbed his hands along Jeongin’s thighs. Jeongin rushed to pass him the bottle, only meeting Seungmin’s slightly smug grin for a second before looking away shyly.

“Shut up,” Jeongin muttered.

“I didn’t say anything,” Seungmin hummed innocently.

“You were thinking it. You said you’d be nice.” Jeongin reminded him.

Seungmin leaned down and pressed a kiss to his nose as he popped open the lid of the bottle. “That’s why I said nothing.”

Jeongin let his head fall to the side with a small “hmph” unconvinced that Seungmin wouldn’t tease him for his clumsiness. Seungmin did hold his tongue though, using his mouth instead to press kisses under Jeongin’s jaw and along his neck. Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut at the sounds of the lube squirting onto his fingers trying to keep his breathing even and his thinking clear. He ignored the way more warmth rushed through him and failed miserably to hold back a whimper as he felt one of Seungmin’s slender fingers circling his entrance.

“Just breathe for me, baby,” Seungmin’s voice was warm and soothing against Jeongin’s throat. He let out a shaky “mhm” in response and felt Seungmin smile against his skin.

“It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” He said.

“I know that.” Jeongin mumbled. “Everything-” He stopped himself before saying something too mushy and embarrassing, though he had peeked Seungmin’s interest.

“Everything what?” He hummed, still just teasing Jeongin’s entrance lazily. Jeongin shifted his hips in an attempt to get what he wanted but to no avail. “Tell me, baby.”

“Everything,” He sighed and threw an arm over his face. “Everything always feels more intense with you.”

Seungmin let out a small “aww” that Jeongin supposed was good. It was better that he was endeared then laughing at him. But still, he felt awkward admitting it and squirmed under Seungmin. He was sure it was yet another thing Seungmin could use to tease him with. One of these days he would have to learn to stop giving him so much free ammunition.

“C-Can you- Minnie-” He didn't have the chance to finish the question before Seungmin’s finger was sinking deeply inside of him. He let out a shaky moan, one hand gripping the pillow under his head and the other finding Seungmin’s arm. Seungmin pressed slow, careful kisses to his throat as he worked the finger inside of him, slow curls reaching so deep it was dizzying.

It didn’t help at all that he was already so worked up. It didn’t help that everything about Seungmin made him needy. His cock was twitching and leaking against his stomach without a hint of being touched mere moments after Seungmin had started. It only had another thrill of arousal rush down his spine as Seungmin sucked gently at a spot at the base of his neck.

“Doing so good for me,” Seungmin hummed against his skin. Jeongin only answered with whimpers as Seungmin moved his finger a little faster, curling it in just the right way. He started to try and focus on anything else but all he could sense was Seungmin. Seungmin’s finger making him feel heavenly with waves of pleasure, Seungmin’s scent coming from his pillows and sheets and hair and body so close, Seungmin’s small hums and quiet praise as he painted blossoming bruises against his neck and along his collarbones. His senses were so entranced and it made breaking out of his haze so much harder. It took everything in him to desperately try and think of something else, anything else just to last a little longer with his stomach already tensing, thighs trembling just a little.

It only got harder as Seungmin pulled out fully before sinking two fingers into him slowly. He groaned at the stretch, hips bucking involuntarily and taking the fingers deeper then he meant to. His eyes flew open with a gasp as his nails dug into Seungmin’s arms at the mix of sudden pain and pleasure. Seungmin sat up immediately, searching Jeongin’s expression as his fingers stilled.

“Are you okay, Innie?” He was so full of concern it made Jeongin’s heart melt.

He nodded, trying to pull Seungmin in for a kiss but not managing.

“Seriously, you’re not hurt right? It sounded like I hurt you.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, eyes darting away. “I’m okay.” He mumbled. “I-It only hurt a little.”

He realized yet another mistake had passed his lips when Seungmin’s expression shifted, a smirk gracing his features.

“Oh. So it’s alright if it hurts a little, then?”

“N-No- I- Th-That’s-” His attempts to defend himself dissolved into a moan as Seungmin started to move his fingers, not hesitating to sink in deep and curling just the way he had with one, but much more intense now.

“Who knew my little cutie liked a bit of pain.” Seungmin cooed.

“Sh-Shut-” Once again he failed to speak and vowed never to try again. Every time he did he only embarrassed himself more. He threw his arm back over his eyes again, at least hiding the top half of his face while his lips continued their moans. The embarrassment hadn’t even served to cool him down or stop his impending orgasm and he certainly didn’t need to think about the implications of that.

Seungmin let out a chuckle but he did lean in to press more soothing kisses to Jeongin’s jaw, free hand rubbing up and down his thigh gently. He kept his pace steady after that, working Jeongin open slowly despite his teasing. Jeongin let out shaky breaths, fingers working into the pillow under his head as he tried to hold back.

His stomach was tense now, cock leaking and twitching, fully jumping against his stomach any time Seungmin hit just the right spot inside of him. His thighs were trembling and his bottom lip was bruised and sore from how hard he had been biting down on it.

And still his pleasure was building more and more. As more moans and whimpers poured off his lips, his hips tried to move in time with Seungmin’s fingers. He couldn’t seem to manage to hold his hips down or keep still. His breathing came in short puffs and needy moans as his eyes squeezed shut tight.

Seungmin let quiet praises fall from his lips, pressed into Jeongin’s skin. The skin of his neck, his jaw, his cheek, under his ear. It was dizzying and brought him nearly to the edge, teetering on it and doing what little his mind could to hold back from cumming too soon.

A broken moan found its way into the thick air of the room when Seungmin carefully started pressing a third finger into his entrance. Despite how insanely good it felt, Jeongin scrambled to grab Seungmin’s wrist with one hand, panting and trying to form some sort of sentence.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin’s question came quickly.

“W-Wait.” The word was breathless and Seungmin sat up. Jeongin could sense him hovering above and he pried his eyes open, gaze a little hazy as he tried to focus and explain himself.

“Can’t- too- mm.”

Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose. “Take a minute, Innie.”

“Can’t-” He tried to catch his breath a little. “T-Too soon.”

“Too soon for what?” Seungmin asked. “Too soon to cum, baby?”

Jeongin nodded before letting his head fall back, glad he’d gotten his point across. His cock was still twitching and leaking against his stomach and he so badly wanted to touch it but he didn’t want to ruin his chances for what he really wanted. He accepted Seungmin’s kiss to his lips lazily and whined when Seungmin started moving his fingers very shallowly.

“Minnie.” He whimpered.

“Baby, you know I can make you cum more than once, right?”

His answer was a moan and his hips grinding up against Seungmin’s fingers. He could barely think straight to pause everything in the first place. One little sentence from Seungmin and his stomach and thighs were tensing, nails digging into Seungmin’s arm again and Seungmin put a hand on his hips to keep them down against the bed as he curled the three fingers in, easily reaching that insanely good spot perfectly with every movement.

Jeongin’s moans climbed higher in his voice, head falling back and thighs squeezing in around Seungmin’s sides. A cry of Seungmin’s name fell from his lips as he came hard, stars bursting behind his eyelids and pure pleasure washing through his every nerve as thick strings of cum painted his lower stomach. Seungmin cooed and praised him sweetly as he worked him through his high.

His fingers kept moving, albeit a little more gently as Jeongin started to come down from his high, whimpers slipping past his bruised lips and hands weakly grabbing for Seungmin’s wrist. It felt so good but he was so overly sensitive that the sensation of anything inside him had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“Shhh,” Seungmin pressed a few kisses to his cheeks. “Just a little bit more, baby. I know you can handle it, right?”

Jeongin let out a whimper, nodding and shakily grabbing onto his arm for support as the sensitivity made him delirious.

“Such a good boy for me,” Seungmin hummed. “So perfect.”

Jeongin basked in the sweet praise. He pouted for kisses and Seungmin gave them, though much more gently than he had before as his fingers finished working Jeongin open. Jeongin’s body trembled and he whimpered into the kisses as he felt every little movement of Seungmin’s fingers. His breaths were fast and kept catching and hitching and Seungmin soothed him through it until his fingers were sliding in with ease and finally pulled them out.

Despite how fucked out he was, Jeongin still hissed at the loss and Seungmin soothed him with a few more gentle kisses before pulling away. Jeongin managed to open his eyes, looking after Seungmin lazily as he reached for some wet wipes on the bedside table and carefully cleaned Jeongin up. He shivered at the cold contact on his skin, whining.

“I know.” Seungmin hummed, moving away to throw out the wet wipes. “You did so well for me, baby.”

“m’here,” Jeongin managed a single, slightly slurred word as he grabbed for Seungmin. Seungmin wasted no time climbing back into bed and pulling Jeongin against him.

“I’m here.” He hummed, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair. “Let’s rest for a little bit before anything else, okay?”

Jeongin hummed in agreement, nuzzling into Seungmin’s neck and feeling his hands rub up and down his back. He lazily threw an arm over Seungmin’s side, cuddling close. He enjoyed the warmth and comfort so much that if he never moved again he thought that would be alright. Seungmin was pressing soft kisses along his hairline and drawing lazily along his back as they cuddled.

Jeongin was a little slow to come down from his sensitivity. His breathing fully evened out as the minutes passed and he focused on the way Seungmin was leaving light touches all over his back and arms, on the light kisses pressed to his face, and on the feeling of Seungmin, still hard and pressed against his hip. He shifted against Seungmin, hearing him try to cover his groan with a cough and it made Jeongin giggle.

“Minnie?” He hummed, pulling back to look at him.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we keep going?”

Seungmin took a deep breath, clearly very affected by Jeongin’s question. For a moment he closed his eyes, before opening them and studying Jeongin’s expression.

“Are you sure, Innie? You’re feeling okay?”

“I feel good.” He wrapped his arms around Seungmin’s neck and pouted. “Please? I want you.”

Seungmin pressed a kiss to his lips, fully pushing Jeongin onto his back in the process. When he pulled back and was gazing down at him hungry and love struck.

“I really don’t think I can say no to you.” He chuckled.

“Good.” Jeongin hummed, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Just give me everything I want.”

“Always.” Seungmin hummed against his lips.

Jeongin stole a few chaste kisses from Seungmin in the following moments as Seungmin slotted himself comfortably between Jeongin’s legs. He kept his arms around Seungmin’s neck when he tried to pull away, connecting them in even more slow kisses that made Seungmin chuckle. Despite wanting to move on, Jeongin could never truly get enough of Seungmin’s kisses.

Seungmin eventually managed to pull out of the kisses with a sweet smile. He reached over Jeongin and his hand dipped in the bedside table again. Jeongin watched and he felt his heart skip a beat and wings fluttering in his stomach when he saw the condom in Seungmin’s hand. His bottom lip was sore by now but he bit down on it anyway, watching as Seungmin sat back, pumping his cock a few times before rolling it on.

Jeongin’s fingers dug into the sheets, heart skipping erratically in anticipation as Seungmin opened the lube bottle again and coated his cock in a generous amount. Jeongin couldn’t help his giggle, more than half from nervousness. Another made it past his lips as Seungmin caught his eye.

“You’re laughing at me now?” Seungmin hummed, clearly amused.

“You’re using so much lube.” Jeongin mumbled, deciding it was better to focus on that than his nerves.

“Yeah,” Seungmin chuckled, leaning down to kiss his nose. “A dick is bigger than fingers, Innie.”

“I know that.” Jeongin groaned as Seungmin laughed at him. “I’m not dumb.”

Seungmin captured him in a quick kiss that still managed to steal his breath. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was a little more serious when he spoke, pulling back just enough to meet Jeongin’s eye.

“I know you won’t.” Jeongin mumbled, feeling warmth rush up his cheeks. “I trust you.”

Seungmin nuzzled his nose against Jeongin’s. “I love you so much.”

“I-I love you, too.” The words stumbled their way out, still so fresh on his tongue. He wondered if he’d ever get used to them or if it would always feel like the first time.

Seungmin shifted back, taking a pillow with him. He coaxed Jeongin’s hips up and propped him up on the pillow before guiding his legs up over his hips. Jeongin felt his heart running what felt like a marathon as Seungmin leaned over him again, one hand on his cock, bringing his head to tease at Jeongin’s entrance. Jeongin couldn’t help the way his breath hitched and Seungmin watched him carefully.

“Are you still okay?”

Jeongin nodded, trying to take deep breaths and relax despite the nerves and excitement mixing with arousal in the pit of his stomach. Seungmin’s gaze flickered from his face to where he was teasing Jeongin, biting down on his own bottom lip. Jeongin dug his fingers into the sheets again as Seungmin took his own deep breath.

The moan that found its way out of Jeongin was nothing short of pornographic as Seungmin eased the tip of his cock inside. His eyes squeezed shut and one hand found Seungmin’s wrist which was resting next to his head on the bed and he gripped it tightly as he took shallow breaths.

There was still a stretch, despite all preparations. He wouldn’t deny that it stung just a bit, but that was far outweighed by the pleasure it brought him. A wave that washed through his body, making his cock twitch and leak and a tremble run down his thighs.

Seungmin brought his forehead down to rest against Jeongin’s. “Just breathe, baby.”

“G-Good,” Jeongin’s voice sounded breathless as he rocked his hips gently. But Seungmin pulled his hand back to press them down, holding him still. He leaned in to press a kiss in the hollow beneath his ear.

“Not yet, Innie. Let me take it slow, okay?”

Jeongin let out a whimper in reply, opting to wrap his arms around Seungmin tightly as he pushed in just a little more.

It was torturously slow. Despite it being the first time Jeongin wanted more. His body was aching for more. It felt so good to be so full and he desperately wanted more of it. But Seungmin kept his hips pressed down, stopping him from moving and forcing him to take it nice and slow.

Seungmin did his best to sooth Jeongin with kisses. He peppered sweet kisses against Jeongin’s lips as he rocked in gently, keeping his movements shallow and getting just a little deeper each time. Jeongin felt his breath hitch and hiccup with each inch Seungmin sunk into him. The kisses Jeongin returned were messy and distracted but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” He hummed against Jeongin’s lips. “You’re taking me so well.”

Jeongin squirmed under him, whining in response as Seungmin pushed just a little deeper. He wrapped his shaky legs more tightly around Seungmin’s waist, trying to urge him to move more, to move faster. He felt Seungmin tense, trying to keep from moving too much despite Jeongin’s urging.

“Please,” Jeongin had never heard his own voice this whiny. If he wasn’t so absolutely fucked out it would have mortified him. “M-Min- Min-n- nie- Minmin. Please.”

Seungmin dropped his face into Jeongin’s neck, taking a deep breath and stilling for a moment. “You’re making this so hard, Innie.”

“Minmin.” He hugged Seungmin as close as he could as he whined for him. Seungmin pulled back just enough to look at him. Jeongin fluttered his eyes open to meet Seungmin’s gaze, needy but careful.

“Be patient, Innie.” He murmured.

Jeongin tried his best, eyes still pleading with Seungmin for more, nails digging into his back and breath uneven and shuddering. Seungmin nudged his nose against Jeongin’s whispering sweet reassurance and praise to him and he inched in until he finally bottomed out. It felt like an eternity and he was already desperate for Seungmin to move. He didn’t care if he was sore later, he didn’t even care if he could walk. He just craved more.

“Minmin, Minnie,” He whined against Seungmin’s lips.

“Be a good boy for me, okay?” Seungmin hummed, voice a little breathless. “Let me make you feel good, okay?”

“K-Kay.” Jeongin finally gave in, accepting the kiss Seungmin pressed to his lips. He stole another before Seungmin finally started to move.

He was still slow, his hips giving shallow, gentle thrusts, barely more than just rocking into him. It was still enough to feel heavenly to Jeongin though. He let out pretty, soft moans as each thrust brought a wash of pleasure through him.

“Such a good boy,” Seungmin’s voice was breathier than he’d ever heard it and it had more arousal rushing through his body. With each roll of his hips a soft groan found its way off his lips and it was making Jeongin’s head spin even more.

It was positively dizzying. Being so close to Seungmin, feeling so full with waves of pleasure consuming his nerves. Soft groans and grunts hitting his ear and Seungmin’s scent all but encircled him. It had the knot in the pit of his stomach twisting tight again, impossibly tighter than before.

“Min- Minmin.” The newfound nickname made its way off his tongue and Seungmin responded with a hum. “M-More. Please more.” He couldn’t help asking for it. It felt addictive now that he had this and all he wanted was as much as he could possibly handle. He was feeling so insanely good and he just wanted it to continue.

“Okay.” Seungmin said weakly, unable to resist any longer. “Okay, baby.”

His hands found Jeongin’s thighs and he tipped his hips up a little more before pulling much farther out than before. His thrust back in wasn’t much rougher, but it was faster and deeper and had Jeongin’s eyes rolling back immediately.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Seungmin groaned, voice breathy and lips next to Jeongin’s ear as his head fell into the crook of Jeongin’s neck. His only response was babbles of “Seung” and “Minnie” and “Minmin” that fell from his lips. His legs tightened around Seungmin’s waist and he tried to move his hips along with Seungmin’s.

This time Seungmin didn’t stop him, simply going a little harder. Sweet praise and groans were pressed into the skin of Jeongin’s neck as he kept his pace. Each thrust brought Jeongin closer and closer to his edge. This slightly changed angle had Seungmin’s cock hitting the sweetest spot inside of him with each thrust.

His stomach tensed and thighs trembled as he came so so close to his release. His moans climbed higher in his voice, each thrust drawing a pretty sound from his lips. His head was spinning and his fingers clawing at Seungmin’s back, his body tensing as much as it could. The intoxicating sounds falling from Seungmin’s lips, the thick air of the room full of Seungmin’s scent surrounding him.

“So good for me,” Seungmin groaned, pressing a kiss under his jaw. “So sweet.”

Jeongin let out a broken cry as he felt Seungmin’s hand wrap around his cock. He was so sensitive it was nearly overwhelming as Seungmin started pumping, movements slick from how much his cock had been leaking against his stomach.

“Be a good boy and cum for me, baby.”

The cry that left Jeongin’s lips was nearly a scream as he released. String after string after string of hot, thick, cum landed on his lower stomach, dripping down Seungmin’s fingers and making his movements slick as he milked every bit of Jeongin’s orgasm from him. Stars burst behind his eyes and his hips bucked up as pleasure crashed through every one of his senses, leaving him trembling and tingling and babbling Seungmin’s name.

Seungmin followed him, falling over his own edge with a groan, his hips stuttering into Jeongin before he stilled. Even in the throes of his own release he was so aware of how Seungmin’s cock pulsed inside of him with his own release and it only served to give him a new fantasy of being filled with Seungmin’s cum.

Seungmin was panting as he started to come down from his high. He left stray kisses against Jeongin’s skin, flushed and slick with sweat. Jeongin let his hands fall away from Seungmin, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His legs slumped down to the bed as well, eyes still closed even as he felt Seungmin prop himself up.

“Are you okay, baby?” Seungmin hummed.

“Mm.” Was all Jeongin managed in response.

“Okay, love.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to Jeongin’s nose. “I’m going to clean you up, just relax.”

If he had more wherewithal the new pet name would have sent him reeling. But at the moment it was all he could do to smile a little, feeling his heart beat a little harder and face warm a little more from how it had slowly been cooling.

He felt the bed dip as Seungmin moved. He listened to the way he hissed as he pulled the condom off. A few more moments went by before he came closer again, a cool wet wipe swiping over his lower stomach and starting to clean the cum that had pooled on his skin and was trying to escape to the sheet below.

“You came so much for me, Innie.” There was no teasing in Seungmin’s voice, just pure adoration. And after everything, it was that that made him feel his heart flutter. He bit down on his lower lip only to release it quickly with a whimper.

“Don’t bite that, baby.” Seungmin must have been watching his face. “Your lips are all bruised.”

Jeongin stuck out his bottom lip in a pout that made Seungmin chuckle. Seungmin’s hand came down on his hip, holding it down. Jeongin didn’t know why until he felt the cool sensation on his sensitive cock.

His hips tried to buck up, stopped by Seungmin’s hand. His thighs tensed and fingers grabbed at the sheets. Whimpers fell from his lips and Seungmin hushed him sweetly as he tried to finish up quickly.

“I know, I know, baby.” He hummed. “Just a moment.”

True to his word, a moment later he was done. He moved again as Jeongin opened his eyes, still hazy as he tried to find Seungmin. As he climbed back onto the bed he had slipped into a pair of boxers and t-shirt and he had another pair in his hands. Jeongin let his eyes fall closed again as Seungmin eased the boxers up his legs and over his hips.

“Innie, do you want some water or snacks or-”

Jeongin shook his head. “Just you, please.”

Seungmin’s cheeks dusted pink as he gave Jeongin a lovesick smile. “Of course, love.”

He settled in bed next to Jeongin who rolled over, settling on his chest and digging his fingers into his shirt. He nuzzled into him, breathing in the post orgasm scent and feeling so loved and content.

And slowly feeling his stomach drop.

After the high of the night before and the morning he knew the time was ticking to burst their little bubble. Leaving their comfy, love-filled space with each other and going back to the rest of the world. It was a matter of hours at this point and as much as Jeongin didn’t want to think about it he couldn’t help it.

“Minnie?” His voice was incredibly small when he spoke, shrunk much more from anxiety than he expected. Seungmin shifted, pushing Jeongin up so he could look at him properly.

“What’s wrong?” His tone was laced with so much concern it made Jeongin’s heart melt.

“When- After- Wh-What happens? Later?” He wasn’t sure if Seungmin understood his question. It barely sounded like a question to him. But Seungmin gave him a soft smile in response and pressed a chaste kiss to his nose.

“Be my boyfriend?”

Jeongin’s eyes went wide, heart hammering against his chest wall. Despite everything, the question still took him by surprise.

“R-Really?”

“Baby,” Seungmin chuckled. “Do you think after all of that I’d want to stay friends? You didn’t forget that I love you, did you?”

“I don’t think I could ever forget that.” Jeongin mumbled shyly. “B-But you could still- You could love me and not… want me.”

Jeongin felt a hand on his chin and he hesitantly met Seungmin’s gaze, relieved to find it reassuring and full of love. “I want you. I want you today. I’ll want you tomorrow.” He pressed a slow kiss to his forehead. “There is not one universe where I don’t want you.”

Jeongin couldn’t help hiding his face as a blush rushed up his cheeks and his heart positively burst. He nuzzled into Seungmin’s chest, hugging him tightly.

“You promise?”

“I do.” Seungmin hummed. “Now will you answer my question?”

“Yes.” Jeongin said, unable to hold back his smile. “Of course I want to be your boyfriend.”

Seungmin pressed a slow kiss to the top of his head. “I hope you know I’m not letting you go forever.”

“I think I’m okay with that.” Jeongin hummed, hiding his smile in the crook of Seungmin’s neck.

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