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apparition | hong jisoo

genre: mystery? not angst or fluff I can tell you that

warning(s): none word count: 874 a/n: I literally don’t even know how to begin apologizing for how long I’ve been gone. I’m trying to get my shit together, and I’ll continue finishing my previous series when I get back in the hang of writing. I hope you enjoy this weird Josh drabble that I thought of a whole four seconds ago, let me know what you think. And thank you for being patient with me (or developing a strong hate cus I wouldn’t blame you).

“A new neighbor?”

Hong Jisoo had been in the middle of unpacking a box in his living room when these words reached his ears, eliciting a surprised gasp as he instantly stood up straight, various kitchen towels held in his hand. The voice belonged to a brunette man standing in the doorway of his apartment, though he could have sworn he shut the door after the movers left. “Oh, hello,” Joshua bowed, and the other returned it, but it was obvious he was more interested in looking around at the layout of his furniture. “...My name is Hong Jisoo. You can call me Joshua if you’d like.” Usually, people would ask about his other name. They’d ask if he was from America, and when he answered yes they’d ask him all sorts of things ranging from ‘what’s your favorite food?’ to ‘what are the women like?’. But not this man, presumably a neighbor. It made Joshua a little uneasy, in an odd way. “Did Mr. Choi tell you about this place?” the brunette asked him. Joshua really wished he would have introduced himself before asking obscure questions without context. “The landlord? Not really,” Joshua told him, fiddling with the cloth in his hands for a moment before speaking again. “But, when I asked him about why the pricing was so low, he got really dodgy… do you know why? I’ve been meaning to ask-” “My name is Yoon Jeonghan.” He was interrupted. He nodded slowly, waiting for the other to answer his question, or at least respond to any part of what he had said, but he didn’t. Rather, he uttered one small phrase that would haunt Joshua’s mind for weeks on end. “I hope you won’t disappear.” The dying sun cast a golden-orange glow on the side of Jeonghan’s face, illuminating smooth, porcelain skin, causing the brown of his eyes to dance into the color of a dying ember. He eventually looked back at Joshua, examining him for an eternally long second before he finally spoke. “I’ll see you around. Sleep well tonight.” Joshua couldn’t find the words to reply, watching with parted lips as the man left, shutting the door softly behind him. He could feel the words caught in his throat, his gut trying to push them out into the empty air before him, yet he remained silent. He didn’t say another word the rest of the night, a small chill of unease crawling up and down the skin of his back all throughout the evening, well into the night as he settled down for bed. Hong Jisoo stood up and made sure his window was locked before he finally got under the covers once more.

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The door to his bedroom clicked open faintly, the small noise bringing Joshua from his slumber and into the waking world. A soft groan curled into his throat, but the sound was hardly loud enough to resonate into the chilly air of the room. However, upon feeling a body climbing onto the bed from the foot, clear words escaped his lips without a second thought. “You’re home.” And then his eyes were open, meeting those of the girl in the midst of crawling onto the mattress with him. They were only open halfway, as though he were about to fall asleep once more, yet he was completely aware of what was happening. The girl said nothing to him, simply moved to where she was placed over him, nothing but their clothes and Joshua’s thin blankets between them. Her knees were placed on either side of him, one beside his thigh, one higher up by his hip. One of her hands pressed gently into the sheets, just below the pillow his head lie upon. The other carefully cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes, such a blank expression, but there was something like fondness lingering as well. She didn’t speak to him, so Joshua did all the talking. “I missed you…” And then he was leaning up, closing his eyes as he let his lips press against hers. And he relished in the feeling of her kissing him, holding him delicately, like he was made of glass. He wanted to be wrapped up in her touches, wanted to sink into her warmth until nothing was left, until he couldn’t distinguish where he started and she began. And then the wind. He felt like he was falling, falling, crashing through a window placed beneath him, only he felt no impact. The sound of glass shattering was distant in his ears, like an echo of a faint memory. Silence. Joshua opened his eyes. He was in his bed. He was awake.

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I'm so glad to have you show up in my notifications again ^^

you’re so sweet omg;;; thank you for supporting me, I love you soso much ♡

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vlogger!wonwoo

genre: fluffy fluff

warning(s): like one bad(ish) word

word count: 1,490

a/n: I hope you don’t mind I did this in bullet form! I thought it’d be something cute and short I could write. Thank you for requesting ♡

ok so jeon wonwoo as a vlogger

oh my! hahahahhelp

user jeonwon basically just films his daily life 

he doesn’t need a special theme or planned out adventures because his crazy friends are enough entertainment 

videos of them going ordinary places but being attractive funny as hell

his most viewed video is of him and the other twelve guys going to an amusement park

his second most viewed is of him and the others entering an online gaming tournament just imagine all the screaming and the zoom-ins omg

his third most viewed actually isn’t really what you’d expect but it’s something you watch every day

it’s just wonwoo

sitting in front of the camera in a fluffy sweater and round glasses

and his hair is a little mussed up, as if he had just woken up, and he looked 

so soft and cute but at the same time really hot like wtf 

and the video isn’t him going out and doing stuff

it’s not him testing out new products that he’s been recommended

it isn’t a dumb little skit he and his friends decided to throw together because he didn’t have any ideas for that week

it was simply wonwoo,,, sitting in front of the camera in his living room and talking about his favorite books

he’s got a little stack of books resting against his thigh on the couch cushions

and he’ll pick each one up, giving each one attention, telling the camera about why he likes it and the lessons they teach, or how they were able to whisk him away to a world of adventure or knowledge

and he’s just 

he looks so soft and happy while rambling on about his readings

and his voice is so nice to listen to,, the deepness of it and the soft sound of him turning the pages every now and then it’s honestly like an asmr

but anyways 

wonwoo is quite popular and has a solid fanbase, even has some of his own merch that some of the others helped him design can his fanbase be called papa jeons pLEASE

but despite all this, although he appreciates and loves every single one of his subscribers and whatnot

he never does anything that many social media stars would do in order to gain followers, subscribers, the likes

he wants people to like him for him, not for a giveaway or because he promotes things without being asked to

he just wants to live his life with his friends and he has no problem with letting y’all see what they’re up to, but that’s about the extent of what he does

honestly he only started the channel because he likes to have memories of things he does on video somewhere safe where he can watch and reminisce 

he wasn’t expecting people to see, much less like his videos

yet here he is

and honestly, he wouldn’t change a thing

(hi i wasn’t sure if you wanted romance in this but i’ll add some in this section just to be safe)

okay hello Y/N this is where you come in

so

Y/N? a youtuber??? more likely than you think!!!!!!!

so, like mr papa jeon over here im crying

your channel also doesn’t exactly have a theme either

you kinda just do whatever your subscribers suggest that you do

go raid a shop for the weirdest snacks you can find? Okay.

uploading some cringy middle-school/high school stuff? you’ve made many mistakes!!!

competing with a friend for the ugliest clothes you can find? for sure.

one week taking care of a fake baby doll? you suffered but yes.

taking a walk through a haunted house that you actually had to fly out to? actually no not yet but maybe.

the point is you got some good af content you feel me ok

but wonwoo’s favorite video is none of these, though he does find it funny to see you screaming because you ate something too spicy or slipping and falling into your pool at the very beginning of the video

wonwoo’s favorite video of yours is only one and a half minutes long

your close friend had a short film project to do for their class and had asked you to be their model

so the video is just a collage of clips of you out in town, at the beach, enjoying the day, laughing with your friend

and wonwoo just loves watching it so much, seeing you so happy brings a warm feeling to his chest and his cheeks

needless to say, you’re his youtube crush

and imagine the way wonwoo’s heart backflipped when you mentioned him in a q&a lmaooo video you did 

“‘have you heard of jeon wonwoo?’ of course, I love his videos.”

paused the video, sat his laptop on the floor beside his couch, and lay back down staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide for like three whole minutes

he just couldn’t believe it

it was only half an hour later before like soonyoung was bursting through his front door, screaming at him to watch your latest video

another half hour later he was on a groupcall with like half of them as they convinced him to send you a message over twitter and ask for a collab or something, because even if he didn’t mention you much, they knew about how much he liked you

wonwoo’s shaky fingers as he hesitantly types out a message to you

it’s soonyoung who hits the send button because wonwoo was too nervous to do it himself

soonyoung ends up getting smacked

anyways he messages you telling you he’d seen your latest video and wanted to know if you’d like to collab sometime soon

and you’re like omg what is this real am i being pranked

but you click on his profile and see the little verified check so ur like well heck

y’all end up meeting at a cafe a week later to discuss ideas because y’all suddenly conveniently live in the exact same city i

wonwoo was a little shy and nervous when you first introduced yourselves and you could say the same for yourself, but after talking for a little while

you drifted from the topic of collab ideas and ended up just talking about anything and everything

wonwoo paid for your drink(s) as well as his and you ended up sitting and talking for a good few hours, all nervousness fading away into excitement and eagerness to get to know each other better 

and you were shocked when you realized the sun was already setting

so you said your goodbyes and double checked that you had swapped numbers before departing, but ended up texting long into the night as well

your collab video was posted a week later, a little series of mini physical challenges that lowkey neither of you could do but you had fun nonetheless

so 

slams fists down on table

the romance

nobody knew that you and wonwoo were dating

like,, y’all are shockingly scarily good at keeping things on the dl 

it even took the rest of the boys and your close friends like a month or two to figure it out

“seriously, wonwoo, you still haven’t made a move yet?”

and wonwoo just snickers

“...”

“...”

“waiT A SECOND-”

but yes the fans are oblivious, though there are a lot that ship you two

it’s when your six month anniversary is coming up that you decide to let it go public

and so you both take all the behind the scenes footage you have

all the clips between activities you did that you had to crop out

all the times that you’d have to pause because you wanted a kiss or two

or because wonwoo wanted to give you a hug because you’re just so darn cute

or when you’d stare into each other’s eyes and tell the other how much you love each other

it was all pieced together in a short little video that wasn’t too excessive, but it showed just enough to display how happy you were together

papa jeons and whatever your fanbase is called is now one big happy family

and videos went from simple little challenges and whatnot

to cute little dates, milestones as a couple

wonwoo took you on vacation to an island for your one year anniversary and you bet he caught every moment of you swimming with the dolphins

even short little 30 second uploads of him holding you on his chest after a night out

or him whispering to the camera as he figures out how to prepare a nice breakfast in bed for you while you’re asleep down the hallway

all in all i’m real soft y’all are like the social media goals that every person like ever has i love y’all everyone loves y’all we gEt it it’s fine

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→ Soulmate | Choi Seungcheol

genre: angst-ish, fluff

warning(s): seungcheol is sad, do I put a warning for kissing

word count: 2,681

a/n: I’m sorry it took 10 centuries to write. Thank you for dealing with me.

It’s worth it, it’s worth it, it’s worth it. Seungcheol had to chant this to himself every single damn day to keep himself sane, and even then, there was always a dark shadow looming behind him, trailing him wherever he went. It weighed down on his shoulders, made him feel like stones had been tied into his stomach, around his heart. He hated it, but it was worth it. 

In this world, as much as Seungcheol did hate it at times, there was an intricate system of soulmates. As soon as a child was born, it would be discovered within a week whether they were deaf or blind- always one of the two. And as soon as they knew which the child was born with, the search for their soulmate would begin, for when one trait has been claimed, the latter would be passed onto another. Their soulmate, to be exact. Choi Seungcheol had been born deaf, which meant his counterpart was born without their sight. And the entire situation just made Seungcheol sorrowful in such a sickening way. 

A hand appearing in his line of vision entitled him to jumping in his seat. His position of being slumped over atop his desk instantly changed to one sitting upright in his chair, startled from seeing a large hand suddenly being waved frantically back and forth only an inch from his face. He looked up to see Mingyu smiling widely as he stood in front of the table, his mouth already moving to form excited words before Seungcheol frowned. It was at times like this when Seungcheol’s already sour mood turned even worse with an upset twist in his stomach. Seungcheol knew that his friends couldn’t really help it, for a good majority of their group had already found their soulmates, and they had been completed; meeting your soulmate meant that you gained whatever you had been missing, whether it be sight or seeing, and then you were free to live your life happily with your partner by your side. And unfortunately for Seungcheol, he had not been that lucky. And this meant that, being the odd one out, his friends often forgot he was incomplete.

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol spoke, more in an exasperated tone than anything else. Mingyu jumped in surprise, and Seungcheol cringed a little, for he could never be sure how loud he was talking. Yes, he had been taught how to talk despite not being able to hear, for that was standard, but he had never really been taught how to control his volume. 

“Sorry,” Mingyu signed to him, and Seungcheol offered a tight-lipped smile and a nod to signal that it was okay. But really, Seungcheol just wanted it all to stop. 

Seungcheol had never been the happiest person. It seemed that, for as long as he, as long as anybody could remember, he had always been disheartened by nearly everything around him. He would simply stare at whatever with a blank look on his face, not even a hint of emotion evident on his porcelain skin. He would always do his duties without fail, for he wasn’t known to be disobedient. He would go to school and get good grades, he would do his chores, would bend himself to do whatever task or favor a family member or friend would ask him to do. But the entire time, he would have that same look of disinterest on his face. There was no joy in his life. 

When Seungcheol was a kid, it was easier for him. Many children at that age hadn’t found their soulmates yet, and though there were a few fortunate couples, Seungcheol still fell under the majority that were still missing their sight or their hearing. But as time went on and Seungcheol began to grow older, his fellow classmates, the people he saw day in and day out, one by one, they began to discover their soulmates. And with each new couple that found each other, more light seemed to be sucked from his life. Why was he so unlucky? What would he do? Soon enough, his soulmate was the last thread of hope he was holding onto.

“Everybody is going to the internet cafe,” Mingyu signed to him. “Come with us?”

“I want to go home,” Seungcheol signed back, for he was always honest. He really did appreciate his friends still reaching out to him and inviting him to join them when they hung out, but days like this that were grayer than others, he really just wanted to leave the university campus and return to his apartment, as dull and undecorated as it may have been. But it was his home away from home, and it was the only place he could mope around and do nothing without being publicly pitied.

“Why don’t I at least bring you dinner later?” Mingyu offered, and Seungcheol shrugged. The tall man cracked a smile, for he knew his cooking was one of the few things that could win the older of the two over in any situation.

“See you, hyung,” Mingyu said before leaving the lecture hall, tossing a wave over his shoulder before disappearing out the door. Seungcheol let out a slow sigh, glancing around to see that he was the only one left in the spacious room- even the professor had left him behind. He simply let himself fall back against his chair, eyes trailing up to the golden sunlight filtering in through the windows.

Sometimes, in a feeble attempt to ease his bitterness, Seungcheol would try and convince himself why he didn’t need to be able to hear things. Like now, for instance. As he was crossing the road he watched a man quickly pedal his bike into the road without looking, only to almost be hit by a car. Seungcheol didn’t need to hear the tires screech across the ground as the black car skidded to a stop, a hand pressed firmly against his horn. He didn’t need to hear the panicked yell of the biker, the hurried apology thrown out by the man as he continued on his journey to the sidewalk across the way. He didn’t need any of it. 

But then he would realize how different the situation would be if he could hear, and more than that, if he had his soulmate by his side. He would be able to hear the honk, the skidding of tires from the sudden break. He would be able to wrap his arm around his partner, to pull them safe against him as the two watched the scene unfold in front of them. And Seungcheol would move them out of the way of the biker when he rode by them on the sidewalk, hiding them against his chest until he was sure everything was safe once more. And then Seungcheol would look down at them, brush their hair out of their eyes as he studied their face. 

“Are you okay?” he would ask, and he would hear his voice as the words escaped his lips. And their eyes would gleam as they looked up at him, their vision crystal clear, the sight Seungcheol had given to them the moment they met.

Seungcheol was snapped out of his thoughts by somebody bumping into him, freezing in his spot from the surprise. The girl also turned, and her boyfriend eyed him up and down as he stood there. He saw her lips form the words of apology, and he simply nodded, offering a small bow before continuing on his way. It had been such a simple thing, growing protective over the one you love, but to Seungcheol, having the chance to do that for his own soulmate was everything. 

Perhaps he was going crazy. Seungcheol groaned to himself, loud enough for himself to feel the vibrations rumbling through his chest, rubbing his hands down his face, through his hair restlessly. Nothing seemed to satisfy him, the usual activities he engaged in to make time pass faster no longer meeting his need for a distraction, at least for a few more hours before Mingyu would come by and bring his dinner along as well. Mingyu would most likely sit with him while he ate his dinner, as long as he could before he would leave, saying that he didn’t want to keep his partner waiting at home for him. And Seungcheol would feel that anguish in his heart, the numbness that had come along with being distracted by a friend now quickly fading as he was slapped by a harsh reality of what it was like to be truly alone with nothing but his thoughts. And Seungcheol would nod, would thank him for the meal and see him out. And then he would be alone once more, in a never ending silence. 

It’s worth it. It’s worth it. 

Seungcheol shook his head, standing up from the couch as he turned off the television, for he could only watch reruns for so many days in a row, and his eyes burned from how long he had been staring at the screen, eyes quickly darting across the bottom of the screen for the subtitles before moving back up to watch the actual scene before the shot would change. He pulled his hoodie back onto his body, stuffed his feet into the pair of sneakers beside the front door to his box of an apartment. Before he walked out, he looked at himself through the mirror beside the exit. He looked at how down he looked, how sickeningly grey his aura was. He forced a smile onto his lips, trying to make himself look a little more lively, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and he found his features falling back into their usual positions. 

Pathetic.

The beach was a decent walk away, and it was usually a safe place for him to wander when he was bored, so that’s exactly where Seungcheol went. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans after shutting and locking the door behind him, and then he made the slow journey to the seaside. As he walked along the edge of the beach itself, the sidewalk that was city on one side and sand on the other, he found himself wondering once more. He pondered about the simplest things- what sound did his pen make when he scribbled his notes down in his lectures? What did the water hitting the floor of his shower sound like in the mornings when he was convincing himself to hurry up so he wouldn’t be late? What did his own voice sound like?

In his daze, he didn’t even notice the girl walking straight toward him until her walking stick knocked against his foot, and he barely stepped back in time to avoid her crashing into his chest. 

Choi Seungcheol was the first sight you ever saw. Your cloudy eyes began to shine brightly, the vision your soulmate had brought to you bursting into your senses color by color, texture by texture, every little detail around you becoming crystal clear. You barely managed to pull your eyes away from his own, scanning your surrounding slowly, finally connecting familiar sounds to new sights. 

Seungcheol could finally hear. He could hear the waves crashing to his left, the birds chirping happily as they flew through the air and landed atop buildings and powerlines. He could hear children playing and cars driving by on the road, and yet he couldn’t move his head even an inch. All he could stare at was you, lips parted in awe at how utterly beautiful you were. He almost couldn’t believe that you, standing right in front of him, were the person he was tied to for life. It was surreal. 

In these scenarios, the ones with love at first sight, you usually get a description of everything around the two going silent and only being able to focus on the other. But for you two, it was the total opposite. Everything in your eyes was so bright and new and you couldn’t tear your eyes from anything and yet you were trying to look at everything. Seungcheol felt his eardrums pounding with life, the new sensation of finally being able to hear, and everything was so loud. And though all of this was true, within seconds your eyes finally met once more, and you were opening your mouth to speak.

“My name is Y/N.” You could hardly hear your voice leave your mouth. It sounded more like an echo in the distance. All your focus was on him, waiting for him to respond, his face as neutral as ever. But then his mouth was quirking up into a big smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He was glowing, and he looked so, so damn beautiful. 

“My name is Choi Seungcheol.”

And then you were in his arms, dropping your walking stick so it could clatter to the concrete, already long forgotten as you hugged him close around his neck. He let his own arms wrap tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I found you, I finally found you,” he chanted shakily, and you could feel as he grasped onto the material of your jacket tightly, the quivering of his shoulders as he let a few tears fall onto you as well. You pulled away, cupping his cheeks in your palms as you slide your thumbs across the bottom of his eyes, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall, giggling softly as you did so. 

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” Seungcheol admitted through a laugh, a laugh that sounded so pure and genuine, pressing his forehead against yours once his tears were gone. He shyly leaned forward, waiting for you to deny him, but you only watched his eyes carefully before closing your own, your lips attaching in a slow, passionate kiss. You only pulled away when you heard the ring of a bike’s bell, Seungcheol quickly stepping back and bringing you with him as he moved the two of you out of the rider’s path. He smiled down at you, brushed the stray hairs out of your face he stared into your beautiful eyes, lightened a shade or two by the sun above you. 

“Are you okay?” he asked you, and he heard his voice as it left his lips breathily. And you stared up into his beautiful brown eyes, the ones you had dreamed about for years on end, before nodding, and then your lips were on his again. The walk back to his apartment was slower than the one he had taken to the beach, but Seungcheol wanted it no other way; he relished every second, every small detail he discovered about you as you got to know each other. His heart was swelling with happiness, and after so many years of being so blue, he couldn’t tear the dopey smile off of his face every time he looked into your eyes, your voice tickling his eardrums and making him feel like flying to the moon with you and only you. 

Imagine Mingyu’s surprise when he entered the apartment an hour later, a stack of containers full of food in his hands that he nearly dropped at the sight of you on Seungcheol’s chest, lips attached in a series of eager kisses. Mingyu would have thought Seungcheol was still deaf had the man not thrown an arm out to wave him off again, his hand traveling back to its place on your back not a moment later, not even bothering to look at him in the doorway. And Mingyu did leave after leaving the food on the table beside the door, ready to message everybody and tell them the great news the moment he was in his car. Seungcheol pulled away from your lips, smiling up at you as his hand passed gently over your back, through your hair.

“It was worth it. Every second was worth it.”

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I hope you're doing ok! ❤️

I’m doing okay bby, thank you for checking up on me! I love you ♡

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Hello everyone, I am sorry I have been so inactive on this account. I have fixed all the links in my masterlist due to the problems with changing my username, I’m sorry for it taking so long. I also apologize for taking so long to get back to you on your requests, and I will get back to writing now. Thank you for your patience and support, I’ll be with you shortly. 

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IM SO SO SO GLAD YOURE BACK TO WRITING AGAIN I MISSED U AND AAA THAT ROYALTY AU WITH VERN AHHSKS MY HEART

hello!! i’m glad to be back as well, this made my heart so happy💓 i’m very glad you liked the vernon au!! i love writing for you💕

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→ Royalty | Hansol Vernon Chwe

genre: ???, romance at the end?? 

warning(s): Vernon is a jerk, language, mentions of death, poverty

word count: 4,182

a/n: I am so sorry it took me ten years to write this. I pulled an all nighter and at around 4am I started to go a little wonky so if there are mistakes I’ll fix them when I wake up, or drop an ask in my inbox yknow. I love y’all so much, thank you for being patient. Credit to hanwooz for the first gif used, as well as the owners of the other gifs.

It was exactly like those scenes from a movie, you know? The orchestra music playing in the back, the luxurious displays of of silks, satins, linens. The coloring was bright and clean, radiating only perfection, the epitome of cleanliness, flawlessness. Faceless workers move around a singular figure in the middle, sat upon a cushioned chair, back straight, hands folded on his lap. And then, with a spray of cologne, his face is revealed.

Vernon sighed as he opened his eyes, staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror. The room was silent, and a single beam of sunlight streamed in from the window beside him, right into his eye. With a stern look at his assistant, Seungkwan, the red curtains were being drawn over the openings, allowing a shadow to fall across the large bedroom save for the candles. A maid dusted his cheek with a bit more powdered foundation, drawing back when he snapped, “that’s enough.”

“Your highness, your parents wish to speak with you before you leave for the day,” Seungkwan spoke up hesitantly, voice shaky as he came to stand about three feet behind where the prince sat. Vernon straightened his collar, looking down at the designs of intricate gold on the front of his black shirt in the mirror before looking back up at the man in the reflection. Seungkwan could hardly sustain eye contact with his hard brown eyes, bowing his head a little more as Vernon stood up from his chair, turning to face him.

“I’m still not sure why you’re so afraid of me, Seungkwan,” Vernon said to him, settling a large hand on the servant’s shoulder, atop his usual black dress jacket. Seungkwan visibly flinched, trying to swallow the dryness of his throat as he forced himself to look up into the royal’s eyes. That same, heartless expression. There was always something hidden behind that look, something that told Seungkwan and anybody else who looked at him, ‘there must be something more to him.’ But for the time being, Prince Vernon was always the same.

“It wasn’t you that was raised in poverty, Seungkwan, or else you wouldn’t have the honor of working in this castle. It was your family, the peasants who left you here to our care when they died. Because they couldn’t afford something as cheap as medicine… right?”

Seungkwan said nothing, only bowed his head in acknowledgement before going to receive Vernon’s own dress jacket, a deep maroon color. He stood behind the prince, holding it up so he could slide his arms into the sleeves, dusting off his shoulders carefully because God forbid there be even a speck of dust upon the prince’s body.

“Seungkwan, have Soonyoung come in and help him clean up my dishes from breakfast,” Vernon commanded, pulling open one of the double doors that lead to the corridor, looking back before he could exit. “Have a good day.”

Vernon let the door slam shut behind him, Seungkwan’s face falling even more as he stared down at the marble floors, sighing. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the chained pendant, opening it up to reveal an old, worn picture of his parents, the ones in which he had no memory of, the peasants. And peasants, unfortunately, were the exact thing that Vernon despised.

The double doors to the Throne Room opened with a creak, and the King and Queen ceased their conversation in order to look at their son who was now striding down the red carpet leading to the thrones they sat upon, their crowns glimmering in the lights that came from the ceiling. The servants on either side bowed to him as he passed, but he didn’t even spare them a glance, stopping at the bottom of the marble steps, looking up to his parents.

“You wanted to see me. Why?”

“Am I not allowed to see my only son before he goes out to do charity work for the day?” the King asked him, earning a scoff.

“The only reason I’m doing charity work is because you’ve given me no option, Father,” Vernon pointed out.

“Hansol, you know this is for the best,” his mother inserted, offering a kind smile. “If the peasants don’t like you, then they won’t want you to be King when we pass.”

“Who cares about the peasants? They’re not worth much, anyways,” Vernon scoffed.

“That’s quite enough, son. I won’t have you back here until you’ve gone to every home and handed out supplies. Now, go,” the King bellowed, and Vernon rolled his eyes, but nonetheless bowed before turning to walk out. It wasn’t like he hated his parents, not at all, but he really didn’t appreciate them forcing him to go and interact with the filth that lived at the bottom of the large hill their guarded castle resided on. The couple sighed as they watched him leave.

“How did we manage to raise him like this?”

The smell of bread wafted through the cold air, eliciting a shiver from you as it came in through the open window in the wall before you. The only warmth the small little building had to offer was from the stone oven in the corner of the room, but at this point, it wasn’t doing much for you. You wanted to rub your hands over your arms to try and get the goosebumps to go away, but your hands were covered in flour from the dough you were kneading. A few urgent knocks came on the wooden door, but before you even had the chance to pull your hands from the food, it was being pushed open.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Junhui asked you, your lips parting in surprise, eyes widened.

“What? I’m working,” you told your friend, continuing to knead.

“Are you crazy? Prince Vernon is handing out supplies today, you’ll never make it through the winter if you don’t get any,” Junhui said, grabbing a towel, pulling your hands up to wipe the flour off of your fingers, your palms.

“That’s today?” you squeaked. Junhui shook his head, but a fond smile was planted on his lips as he threw the towel onto the counter.

“Yeah, it is. So you’d better hurry before they run out,” he claimed, pushing you out the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll watch the shop!”

“J-Jun!” you yelped, but the door was slammed shut before you could say anything else. You sighed, going over to the hole in the wall above the counter you were standing in front of moments before. Jun was already in your spot, smiling cheekily down at you as he supported his face in his hands, elbows on the counter.

“Come find me if something’s wrong, yeah?” you checked. He scoffed.

“Please, you act like I haven’t done this before. Seriously, go. You’re making me nervous,” he said, using his hand to shoo you away. You made your way to the center of your makeshift village, a large opening that all the dirt roads eventually led to. A crowd was already gathered, and above the ocean of heads, you could see carts with the royal emblem on the sides.

“Excuse me,” you spoke, the guard looking at you with a kind smile on his face. “Where am I meant to go? I live in area four.”

At your words, his face fell a little, something like a grimace that he tried to cover, but you noticed. He glanced to the right, jabbing his thumb in that direction, towards the boy in a maroon jacket.

“You’ll go to Prince Vernon over there, Miss,” the man told you. You bowed to him, offering your thanks before weaving your way around a few of the other townsfolk, all of whom greeted you with smiles or waves. You came to stand in front of the boy who was pulling the bagged items of supplies more towards the front of the tent he stood under.

You had never seen Vernon before in your life, despite the fact that you were around the same age. He was always locked up behind those castle walls, and you were always down in the village, struggling to survive, to make enough money to support yourself. You took over the bakery when your grandfather died, your parents having passed as well. You were the only baker in town, and though your products sold at a decent price, ingredients weren’t exactly cheap either, so all you could do was hope for the best. This is why you were so desperate for supplies, because if you couldn’t have blankets for the winter, then you would be unable to cook, and therefore unable to survive. The thought sent an uneasy chill down your spine.

Vernon was handsome, you had to admit. His structured cheekbones, the smoothness of his pale skin. He had pretty red lips and soft hair, and maybe you would have been attracted to him had you never heard the stories of how he despised peasants like you.

“Can I help you?”

He looked up at you from where he was crouching, his gaze hard, something that ticked you in the wrong way. You cleared your throat. 

“May I have two coats and a few blankets?” you asked him politely. He looked back down, grabbing onto the drawstrings of a handful of sacks before standing up, thrusting them into your hold so suddenly that you had to curl your arms around them quickly to prevent them from falling back onto the dirt.

“There. Now go,” he said, already beginning to turn away again.

“You didn’t have to be so rude,” you pointed out, frowning. He looked back towards you, and by the look on his face, he definitely wasn’t pleased.

“What did you just say?” he dared you to repeat it, taking a threatening step towards you, but you didn’t budge.

“I said you don’t have to be so rude,” you repeated, just as angry, if not more, than himself.

“And tell me, peasant girl, why would I bother wasting my kindness on somebody like you?” he wondered, acting as though he were truly curious in such a sickeningly sarcastic way. 

“You act as though we’re animals or something. We’re people too, you know,” you stated. Vernon scoffed, rolling his eyes as a disbelieving smile pulled at his lips.

“Don’t act so selfless, you peasants are hardly worth calling human,” Vernon spat. Your jaw dropped at his words, but before you could say anything else, that same knight from before was coming over.

“Get her out of my sight, Seungcheol,” Vernon demanded. The man, Seungcheol, as Vernon had called him, made a move to lead you away, and you followed. However, before you could fully step away back into the crowds, you barked one last thing at him, something that would haunt his mind for weeks.

“If you’re really the man that will rule over us when the King is gone, then this entire kingdom is damned.” Vernon let the words hit him like a slap in the face, but as soon as he had looked back up to say something else, you were gone.

“Again?!” Vernon bellowed, eyes wide, lips parted as he looked upwards at his parents. “You want me to go down to that hellhole again?!”

“Hansol, watch your tongue. You mustn’t speak of our people like that,” his mother snapped, rendering him speechless against her.

Ever since that day, it was as if those final words you had spoken to him were a torturous mantra embedded into his brain, playing like a broken record in the back of his mind during the day, and booming loudly in his ears when he tried to sleep at night. He couldn’t forget your face either, the way you had spoken to him so fearlessly. He was so used to everybody bending under his power, bowing down to him without a fight. But you, no, that wasn’t you. You stood up to him, made sure he knew exactly what you thought, and it frustrated and exhilarated him in a way that made his head spin. He had wanted so desperately to hide away in his castle for the rest of his life, never being forced to stare into your piercing eyes or listen to your strong voice again. But, two weeks after his trip down to the village, his parents wanted him to go back.

“We want you to go back and make sure that there are no problems-”

“They live in filth, Father, of course there are problems,” Vernon interrupted his father, earning a sigh from the man before he continued.

“-and if there are, assure them that they are being handled by the castle. You will show them that they will be in good hands when I pass the crown to you, Hansol, or so help me-”

“Yeah, okay, okay, I got it. Peace for the peasants, woohoo,” Vernon deadpanned, already beginning to make his way back to the door. He made eye contact with Seungkwan who stood outside, eyes wide with his surprise of the doors being thrown open so suddenly. Vernon took a moment to speak, sighing softly.

“Take a day off, Seungkwan. You deserve it.”

Vernon barely gave the shocked boy time to speak, striding over to the doors at the front of the castle, across the grand hallway they stood in. As soon as he pulled them open, there was Seungkwan’s voice calling out to him.

“Thank you, your highness!”

And Vernon felt the twinge of a smile pulling at his lips before he stepped outside, closing the doors behind him.

Vernon did his job that day without a complaint, much to the surprise of Seungcheol and the other knights. They checked up on all the buildings and households, making sure everything was in order, and after two areas, Seungcheol approached the prince.

“Ah, your highness. There’s not anything wrong, is there? You’re awfully… obedient today,” the knight explained carefully, for even though they had somewhat of a friendship, Seungcheol wouldn’t hold it above Vernon to fire him. And he liked his job, thank you very much.

“Mm, I’m fine,” Vernon answered, turning towards him. 

“Do you know where area four is?”

Finally, the last batch of the day. Saturdays were the only days of the week in which you baked due to limited resources, save for special occasions, but you didn’t worry about the bread losing its freshness, for the other townspeople usually purchased it all from you before Wednesday was over. Food was scarce, and your survival for each week depended on you making their food. This is why, when a body suddenly came crashing into you as you were carrying a large stack of trays containing the loafs, you nearly sobbed at the sight of them now on the dirt. And guess who the culprit was?

“So first you insult me and my people, and now- now what, you want us to starve? Are you crazy?!” you shouted at him, the exact man you wished you would never have to see again. Vernon was speechless, trying to force out an apology around the lump in his throat, the guilty weight in his chest.

“I-I’m- I’m sorry,” he stuttered, but you ignored him, standing back up, for he had knocked you to the ground when he ran into you.

“Sure you are. I bet you’re real sorry, aren’t you?” you spat, stomping closer until you were right up against his chest.

“Is this amusing to you, watching us all suffer down here while you suck on your silver spoons and bathe in gold every night?” you asked. “Do you know how many people are going to go hungry now? This is all we have for a week!”

Vernon looked down at the ground, the scattered loaves of bread that you had worked so hard to make.

“O… only this?” he asked softly.

“Yes, only this! Does it look like any of us have money for anything more than a loaf of bread each week?”

Vernon nibbled on his lip, the guilt burrowing so deeply in his stomach that it almost made him nauseous. He felt horrible for what he had done, looking down at you as you tried your best to hold in the tears of frustration that so desperately wanted to escape. He saw the dirt on your face, the wrinkles and holes in your clothing. It was freezing outside, and all you had on was a thin long sleeve and a pair of tattered, worn jeans. He really hadn’t meant to run into you.

“Please just go,” you sighed after a moment of breathing heavily to calm yourself down, beginning to walk back inside. “I’ll figure something out.”

You shut the door behind you, and as you fell down onto your bed in the corner and closed your eyes, you hoped you would wake in a better life.

In the morning you woke up slowly, the town almost silent around your little hut. You frowned in confusion as you sat up, looking around, wondering what was going on. You had expected to be awoken by knocking on your door, the people wondering when you would start selling your bread. But no, it was almost uncomfortably silent, for not even the usual bustle of people outside was there for your ears to listen to. You had just pulled yourself onto your feet when there were those three familiar knocks on your door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

You pulled the door open to a curious Junhui who sighed in relief at the sight of you.

“I was worried, you weren’t in the square,” he told you, tugging you out of the house and down the road. You frowned, allowing him to do so.

“The square? What’s happening?” you asked.

“You didn’t hear? Prince Vernon brought a shitload of food down from the castle for everybody,” he explained. And yep, as soon as you turned the corner, there was the crowd of people, either sitting down eating or hauling the food back to their homes. You were stunned as you stood there scanning the crowd, and it didn’t take long for your eyes to meet those familiar brown ones. He offered you a small smile across the way, but you could only look down.

“Stay here, I’ll be back,” Junhui told you, and in a moment, he was gone. You leaned against the back of a hut as you waited, arms crossed, when Vernon approached you with a container of food. It looked so expensive that all of the money you had earned in a year probably couldn’t come near to paying for it.

“This is for you,” Vernon said softly, holding it out hopefully. You eyed the bowl skeptically, but even Vernon could hear your stomach growling from where he stood. You ended up taking it, a soft word of thanks escaping as he handed you a spoon as well. Vernon sat with you as you gobbled it down, for you hadn’t eaten in days.

He even brought you another bowl when you finished. For the most part, he was silent as he observed you and the others surrounding you, but then he spoke up.

“What’s it like?” he wondered softly, so quiet that you almost thought you had imagined it. You looked up at him as he stared off into the blue skies, looking lost in thought. Had you not been staring at him, you would have seen Junhui coming towards you, freezing in his tracks at the sight of you beside the prince, then awkwardly waddling back to where he came from.

“What’s what like?” you asked, shoveling another bite of beef into your mouth.

“Living like this,” he stated. “Working so hard with so little, fighting for even just one more day to live…”

You frowned, wiping your lips of any food remains as you thought up an answer. “Hard,” you finally said, stirring your spoon through your food as you thought about it. “But we can’t help it, you know? Just gotta… make do with what you’ve got.”

Vernon said nothing else for the remainder of your time there with him. He helped you clean up your dishes, packed you other bags of food to take home as well.

“Hey,” Vernon called before you could leave, drawing your attention back towards him.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answered, and with a small bow, you were gone again.

Spring was coming. The weather was warming up, and the flower buds were getting ready to bloom with the brightening sun. You had just exited your home when you saw a familiar figure sitting on the ground outside your hut. 

“Your pants will get dirty if you’re out here, princess,” you teased him, his head snapping upwards at the sound of your voice.

“Very funny,” Vernon shook his head playfully, watching as you slid down the wall to sit beside him. A fresh breeze washed over the two of you, blowing your hair away from your faces. Meetings like this were now common, Vernon finding himself in the small town every other day in his desire to speak to you, to learn more about you. Although he was a bit stubborn with some of his beliefs, it was always you who was able to turn his mind towards the right, opening his eyes to a new world of understanding. He was no longer a bigot or inconsiderate towards the poorer side of the spectrum, but had rather opened his heart and done a lot to help out. The town was in better shape than it ever had been before.

“But, really. Why are you here this time?” you asked. He took a moment to reply, and when he finally did, he rolled his head on the wall closer to yours, looking down at your legs as he spoke. He had since bought you more clothing, the newer pair of jeans clean, but still covered with splotches of flour like usual.

“Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met? About… the kingdom being damned?”

“I mean, sure. I was angry and don’t remember precisely what I said, but yes. Why?”

Another pause. Vernon’s hand slowly reached over to grab onto yours, rubbing it between the two of his own, memorizing the feel of your skin against his. It wasn’t the first time he had held your hand, not at all, but every time, it felt like tiny little sparks were injected under your skin, left in the wake of Vernon’s fingers.

“Did you mean it?”

“Well, duh, or else I wouldn’t have said it. You were a pretty shitty prince, to say the least,” you deadpanned, a sense of remembrance in your voice. Vernon huffed a laugh, and you smiled before speaking again a moment later.

“But… you’ve changed. You and I both know it,” you said, nodding. Vernon looked up at you, but you only continued to stare down at your entwined hands.

“Do the other people know it?” he wondered softly. You finally met his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes that practically glowed whenever they landed on you. You remembered how cold and unforgiving they had once been, and looking into the warm chocolate color of them now, it was hard to believe it was the same person sitting beside you, staring into your own eyes as though you held the secret to the universe. He looked at you with such wonder, such fondness, always so eager to hear what you had to say, whether it be reprimanding him for something he’s said, telling him about the folklore you grew up on, or explaining how there had been a spider in the kitchen that morning and you had to find Junhui to kill it. He was happiest when he was with you, and everybody knew it.

“Are you blind, or just dumb?” you teased, Vernon scoffing a laugh once more. You brought a hand up to stroke his cheek softly, said man leaning his head into your touch.

“Of course they know you’ve changed, Vernon. They love you,” you told him, letting your hand fall onto the top of his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“...And so do I.”

Vernon let his eyes widen, one moment in shock, the next in such happiness, the widest smile breaking out onto his face. He pulled you forward into a kiss, lips moving so lovingly against yours. He could barely find it in himself to pull back before he got too excited, resting his forehead against yours, the smile never leaving him.

“I… I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you.”

It was by the end of spring when Vernon was on one knee, the flowers from the trees blowing around you with the wind, the elated smiles of your friends around you as he opened up that little box in his hand, holding it up for you to see the ring inside.

“Y/N, will you be my Queen?”

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Soonyoung found it ironic that his favorite colors were black and white. Colorless, bland, in a way. They were the opposite of the color that blinded and ruled over his entire life; a deep red, the color of what one could only describe as love.

Soonyoung was one of the few people in the world who could see the Red Strings of Fate, the little crimson-tinted ropes in which connected each soulmate to their own, no matter how long or short the distance was between them. They weren’t physical, so he wasn’t constantly tripping over them every time he took a walk down the street, but when he reached a certain age, he was able to touch them if he desired. Much more, he was able to change who was tied to who.

Soonyoung was able to change the soulmate of any person.

Of course, you had always known Soonyoung possessed these abilities, the ability to change what ruled over the entirety of your universe and everybody who was in it. You had been friends with Soonyoung since primary school, but it wasn’t until years later that he revealed to you that he could see the strings, a day after his eighteenth birthday when he discovered he could now touch them as well. His parents had informed you both that it was a huge responsibility to withhold, and requested that you help him to handle it correctly as you two went off to university together. Soonyoung remembers that day crystal clear, specifically that moment that took place as you two sat on his front porch, ice creams held in your hands as you tried to lick away the stickiness before it melted down the cone and onto your skin.

“So, you can see who my soulmate is, right? Will you tell me?” you had asked him, but before he had the chance to respond with anything, you spoke again. “Actually, no, nevermind. I don’t want to know yet.”

You turned to him, a small smile lifting one corner of your lips upwards. Your arms pressed together as you leaned on each other despite the scorching heat of summer, the slightest of breezes offering a bit of relief as it blew through the strands of your hair, the scent of your shampoo skimming past his senses as he stared at you.

“There’s no fun in knowing yet. I wanna have some fun dating before I settle down with my soulmate.”

Soonyoung said nothing in response to your words that hit him like a slap in the face, only managing a slight nod, glancing down to your lips in thought, but only for a moment. He turned back to face the yard in front of him as you went back to licking at your treat, doing his best to ignore the red string that was connecting his heart to yours, the rope sitting mockingly upon his and your thighs. But you would never know that- you didn’t want to know.

University came along within the next few months, the two of you taking the first steps into adulthood linked arm and arm with each other. You moved into an apartment together that wasn’t far off from your campus, and just like that, things had changed, faster than Soonyoung could process, before he could do anything to stop it.

Soonyoung was forced to sit by and watch as you dressed yourself up for dates with guys in your classes, whom you had picked up at the coffee shop, at the library. He would sit by and give you half-hearted opinions on whether or not an outfit was good enough, if your makeup looked okay.

At first, he had refused to do it, but you managed to convince him. It didn’t take much to do so- Soonyoung would have gone to the ends of the earth to make you happy.

It would be about a month or so before you would allow your current partner to pick you up at your shared apartment, something you always requested they refrain from doing until you allowed them. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them knowing where you lived or whom you lived with, it was rather because Soonyoung knew whether or not they were your soulmate, the one person you were truly meant to be with. You remembered one of the first boyfriends you had had upon moving to Seoul with Soonyoung, and when he had come to your door to take you to dinner, Soonyoung had answered the knocks that sounded. He had sent you a look, a look that you had never seen before, but you instantly knew what it meant; this boy was not meant to be yours. Of course, that didn’t stop you from going on the date, but you ended up breaking things off with him a week later. Soonyoung had sat down beside you on the couch as you sat binge watching a show alone. It wasn’t that you were necessarily heartbroken, but rather that you had felt somewhat helpless knowing the laws of soulmates.

“I’m sorry,” Soonyoung had sighed, fiddling with his fingers as his hands rested in his lap. “I… I know you said you didn’t want to know-”

“It’s not your fault,” you had cut him off, nudging his arm so he would look up at you. “Really, it’s not.”

And Soonyoung had left it at that, preferring not to bring it up again. Although beforehand you hadn’t desired to know who the string attached you to, now it gave you a feeling of heaviness, like there was a constant weight on your shoulders that you could not rid yourself of. You felt this feeling every time you realized your relationships were turning to a more serious side, and it itched at the back of your mind until you found yourself asking the boy to pick you up at home for Soonyoung to see. And all Soonyoung would do is cast you a single, sorrowful look, a look that would have you letting out a sad sigh before taking them on what would be their final date with you.

Of course, Soonyoung felt awful. He hated knowing how upset it made you knowing that, no matter how much you liked a guy, there was always a chance that he wasn’t your soulmate. Granted, this is how a lot of people lived their lives as well- not knowing, that is. However, they could always pay somebody who could see to tell them, but you had access to somebody like that right there in your household; it was unavoidable. You couldn’t help but be curious, couldn’t help that feeling that lingered in your gut until you knew for sure. And, for now, the answer always seemed to be no.

Soonyoung had known he was in love with you for a long time, ever since primary school when he realized you were his soulmate. He fell in love with your smile, the way your eyes would stare into his, the way your body felt standing beside his. He fell in love between late-night study sessions that often turned into movie nights, textbooks forgotten as you curled up together. He fell in love every time you showed up to one of his dance recitals, cheering him on from the crowd, telling him how good he did afterwards. He fell in love every time he saw you in the corridors of school, on his doorstep for a day out together, laying with your head in his lap on sunny spring days as he sat leant up against a tree in the park. Soonyoung fell in love with you every time he saw you, and it crushed him to have to hide away the secret of him being your soulmate.

Soonyoung couldn’t help but think that he was the best match for you. Besides the fact that you were literally tailored for each other, he knew you inside and out; your favorite movies, books, foods, what to do when you were happy, sad, what advice you needed to hear and when. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the boys you went out with; they were usually nice enough. It was that, he knew nobody could ever get up onto the level of closeness he had obtained with you- he wouldn’t want anybody else to, anyways. But, if you didn’t have feelings for him, then so be it. Soonyoung had promised himself that, if you liked a guy enough, and he approved as well, he would change your soulmate from himself to whoever that lucky boy was. Whatever the price to pay for your happiness, Soonyoung would pay it, even if it crushed him forever. But, for now, Soonyoung was your soulmate, and he would keep it that way until you found somebody else.

That somebody came along almost a year after you and Soonyoung had graduated and moved into a house together after finding jobs within the same area. You met Wonwoo at a library you frequented, and ended up falling in love with him at the same time he fell in love with you. You dated for two months before you finally brought him to Soonyoung, who only casted you that same look, the look that would usually have you breaking things off out of guilt, guilt that somebody out there was better for him. But this time, you didn’t care. Especially not after Wonwoo dropped down onto one knee almost six months later, asking you to marry him.

You remember the way Soonyoung’s face had fallen when you brought your left hand up to show him the ring after you had returned home, his face looking almost emotionless as he had stared down at it, the diamonds mockingly gleaming up at him.

“Soonyoung,” you had called out softly, drawing his attention back into your eyes, his own filled with grief, sadness. “Soonyoung, I know he’s not my soulmate.”

“Then why did you say yes?” he asked. He looked hurt, distraught, shaking his head in disbelief. He didn’t understand.

You looked down, fiddling with the cardigan you wore over your dress, that beautiful white dress that was Soonyoung’s favorite on you, a faint blush on his cheeks every time you wore it because you were just so beautiful.

“I was hoping you… that you would change my soulmate to Wonwoo.”

Those words, the words that had Soonyoung’s world crashing down in ruins all around him. They signalled the situation he had been striving to avoid for years, the outcome he hoped would never happen- that you would find somebody better than him. You had never even pondered over the thought of him being your soulmate, not even once.

He never had a chance with you.

However, Soonyoung wouldn’t let his sadness reach you. You were getting married, for God’s sake; he should have been celebrating with you. And so, he forced a smile.

“Sure.”

You had thanked him with a squeeze of his hand, beaming up at him gratefully.

“It’s better this way… who knows how long it would have taken to find my soulmate?”

I’m standing right here, Soonyoung wanted to tell you, he wanted to tell you so badly. He only nodded in response, and you bid him a good night before retreating to your room to sleep. He didn’t allow his tears to fall until you had shut your door, and he was sure you wouldn’t hear his heartbroken cries from the living room. 

White. White was the color that blinded Soonyoung on that fateful day, the day you were to be married. The themes of your wedding were white and red- red, of all colors. Red was the color of the strings of fate, the color of the rope that still bound the two of you together.

Soonyoung, regretfully, had lied to you. Although he had told you he would tie the ends of your string to Wonwoo’s, he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt like it was the only thing holding the two of you together after you had started spending more of your time with Wonwoo opposed to him, and he couldn’t convince himself to lose that last tie between you.

Maybe it was selfish, Soonyoung always thought to himself. It was wrong. But he could never find it in himself to give you up, to give you away to somebody else. You were his soulmate, whether you knew it or not.

No, Soonyoung decided. You needed to know. He had kept it from you long enough.

A knock on your door startled you, turning away from your reflection in the mirror in front of you to face the door, just as Soonyoung popped his head in, offering you a shy smile.

“You… you look beautiful,” he had told you, stepping inside and closing the door behind himself.

He had felt the butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the mere sight of you, the nervousness in his heart as he realized I’m really doing this. His palms were moist with sweat, glancing down at the floor as he came to stand in front of you.

“Hey,” you spoke, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look up at you again. “Are you okay?”

Soonyoung should have nodded. He should have told you that everything was fine, that he was happy you were marrying somebody you loved. But that’s not what he was there for, now what he had come to do. He was sick of lying to you, as he had been doing for years- it was time to come out with the heart-wrenching truth, no matter how much it would hurt him in the end. Because you were Y/N, his best friend, the girl he had loved for all his life. You didn’t deserve to be lied to any longer.

He shook his head, looking down sorrowfully once again, closing his eyes as he took a long exhale before speaking.

“I’ve been lying to you.”

You frowned in confusion, but you couldn’t help the uneasiness that shot down your spine, made you feel shaky, nervous. You had rarely ever seen Soonyoung in a mood like this, and less than that had he ever lied to you about something.

“Huh? What have you been lying about?”

He finally opened his eyes, the hue of dark chocolate melting into your own, swimming with guilt as the words of his confession moved past his pink lips.

“Your soulmate,” he admitted. “It’s- it’s not Wonwoo.”

You huffed an anxious laugh, trying to lighten the situation, to cut the tension swimming between you, sitting on your shoulders. You curled a hand into the hair on the back of his head, gently threading your fingers through it.

“I know it wasn’t Wonwoo. But that was before you changed it, right?”

Soonyoung shook his head, and it had your heart sinking into your gut.

“I c-couldn’t, I’m-” He swallowed, shaking his head again. He couldn’t meet your eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Soonyoung,” you almost panted, feeling as though you couldn’t breathe. “Why didn’t you tie us?”

“I know who your soulmate is, Y/N,” he choked out. Your eyes widened.

“What? Who is it, then? When did you find out?” You fired questions a mile a minute, but Soonyoung only gave a two-worded answer, an answer that managed to answer every one of your curiosities.

“It’s me.”

Soonyoung waited for what seemed like an eternity for your response, the silence in the room overbearing the longer it stretched on. He was still staring at the floor, waiting for something, anything from you. He was growing desperate to hear your voice; he didn’t care if it was screaming at him, wailing about how he had lied to you, because that’s what he had done. But that’s not what you did.

You cupped his cheek once again, and Soonyoung let out a noise of surprise as you pulled his face up once more. You were smiling, smiling. That beautiful smile that he had fallen in love with, the one that hadn’t changed a bit over the years. It sparkled with joy, happiness, something Soonyoung always wanted you to feel.

“Idiot… why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

And then your lips were on his, pulling him in close, coaxing him to wrap his arms around your waist. He was, initially, shocked, but ended up kissing you back within a moment, smiling against your soft lips, the lips he had been craving for years, endlessly wondering what they would feel like against his. And now he knew. And he could safely say that he would never, ever get sick of the feeling, the way your hands cupped the back of his neck, played with the hairs on his nape. He pressed his forehead against yours when you finally pulled away, unable to erase the smile tugging at his features. He sighed softly as he looked down at the beautiful dress you wore.

“Too bad this wedding isn’t for us.”

You had suddenly gasped, his eyes widening in surprise as you pulled away, turning towards the door.

“Wonwoo! We need to tell Wonwoo!”

The man who was meant to be your husband, surprisingly, took it well. Of course, he was sad- hell, he was in love with you, and had been for almost two years. However, as long as you were happy and in the hands of somebody he could trust, he was content with letting you go. You thanked him for being so understanding, offering him a smile as the three of you stood in front of the chapel.

“Hey,” Soonyoung called out to him, just as he was going inside to break the news to everybody else. “Your soulmate is one of the bridesmaids.”

Wonwoo smiled softly, taking a moment to think before leaving you two alone in the front, shutting the doors behind him. Soonyoung turned to face you, grabbing onto your hands, stepping closer to place a long, loving kiss on your lips. He bit his lip as he pulled away, cupping your face in his hand, lips pulling into a smile at the same time yours did.

“And you are mine.”

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→ Rental Boyfriend | Wen Junhui

genre: fluff? romance?

warning(s): partying, a dirty pick up line, is making out a warning

word count: 3,390

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long, I had exams! Thank you for requesting also call me baby again please !!

The sound of the call request going through was almost too much to bear, seeming to echo across the entirety of your small apartment, as though the world had suddenly gone quiet. Your knee bounced up and down nervously, one hand gripping the material of your sweatpants nervously as the other clutched your phone tight against your ear. Only when the call connected did you began to hear other sounds; your music playing quietly from the laptop sat in front of you on your desk, the noises from a movie your roommate was watching in the living room, just behind your shut door and down the small hallway. You took a shuddering breath just as a voice on the other line spoke, all too happily, and yet so calm at the same time.

“Hello, thanks for calling Happiness! I’m Choi Seungcheol, how can I help you?”

“Hi,” you forced out, staring wide-eyed at your reflection in the mirror on the wall, skin glowing with the warm lamplight beside you. You had taken so long to convince yourself to actually make this call, but now that you were here, talking, to an actual person on the other line, you almost had no idea what to say.

“I need- no, I would like to-” Your cheeks burned hot, and you could only imagine how awkward it would have been if you went up there in person. But you had come this far; might as well get those embarrassing words out and over with.

“..rent a boyfriend.”

Why the hell did I say that? Obviously I want to rent a boyfriend, that’s why I called in the first place? Y/N, what are you doing?

The official page for the company blared those words out mockingly at you as you scowled to yourself, ‘Happiness: Rental Boyfriend Service’. Luckily, the man on the phone didn’t seem to mind, and instead chuckled slightly before speaking again.

“Of course. May I ask you what your name is so I can start a file for you?” he requested.

“Y/L/N Y/F/N,” you answered. You could hear the faint sounds of him typing on a keyboard through the phone’s speaker, and from the living room you could hear your roommate opening a bag of chips as you waited patiently, yet so anxiously. He asked you a few more basic questions about yourself, and cheered when your profile was finished, making you smile at his enthusiasm. He had eased your nerves greatly, for you no longer felt as tense.

“Okay, Miss Y/N, can you describe to me why you’d like to rent one of our members? This will help me decide who is best for the task, as I’m assuming you didn’t already decide on somebody,” he explained to you.

“I was invited to a party that’s next Friday. I don’t go to these too often, but when I do, my friends and I always get hounded by a bunch of guys as well. I thought that, if I made them think I had a boyfriend with me at the party, they would back off a least a little,” you told him, taking a moment to think afterwards before speaking up again. “Did that make sense?”

“Yes, I understand,” he reassured you. There was a moment of silence as he sorted out his thoughts, and if you were there, you would see him idly scrolling through the member profiles on his computer.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“How tall are you?”

An odd question, you thought.

“Y/H, I think.”

And Seungcheol grinned. You could sense that he did.

“Perfect.”

The week rolled by slowly, but Friday eventually came along. All of your friends had been buzzing not only about the party, but also your mystery date for the night. Seungcheol hadn’t told you much about your date, simply that his name was Junhui and that he would contact you soon before bidding you farewell that night. You woke up the next morning to a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello, this is Junhui, but you can call me Jun. I’ll be at your address at 8pm before the party. I look forward to it~

You decided not to send anything back, instead opting to get out of bed and get dressed for your first class. You wondered if you needed to reply with anything to confirm that the date was still on throughout the day, but ended up deciding that Seungcheol would have called if something was wrong. Or Junhui himself. God, you didn’t even know what he looked like. Granted, you could have simply gone to the website and checked his profile, but dismissed the thought, for you would see him soon enough.

You had just finished getting ready when there was a series of knocks on your door, your heart dropping into your stomach with nerves. You took a slow breath, checking your reflection over in your mirror before hurrying to answer the door, grabbing your phone and shoving it into your pocket before you pulled the front door open.

…I better not be drooling.

Junhui offered you a smile, but the sweetness of it was edged with a hint of smugness at your expression. You cleared your throat, lowering your arm from the door handle just as Junhui reached one of his hands out towards you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jun.”

Although you were a little nervous, you managed to reach a steady hand out to grasp onto his as you tried to scrape up any bits of confidence you had within yourself. However, any confidence you may have had flew out the window when he pulled you closer against him with a slight tug, your front pressed against his as he spoke lowly into your ear, lips pulled into a smirk as they brushed against it.

“I look forward to our night together.”

Junhui drove you to the party in a sleek black car that you didn’t even know the name of. The leather interior made you feel small, out of place as you sat within the confines of the vehicle. Soft music played from the radio, but your mind was buzzing with too many thoughts for you to focus on the melodies coming from his speakers. Would this really work? You were sure he could pull off the act, it was his job. But you? You had never done this before, and the last time you had had a boyfriend was a shaky relationship in your senior year of high school that only lasted for about a month.

A hand was suddenly placed atop your thigh, drawing your attention to Junhui as he continued to drive smoothly with only his left hand, for his right was now grasping onto your leg, tracing small patterns and shapes into the skin with his thumb.

“Relax, baby. We’re here to have fun, remember?”

At his words, you looked out the window to see that you had already arrived at the frat house the party was being hosted at, music and lights flooding out from inside. Party streamers, solo cups, and random couples were already randomly dispersed on the lawn, and you sighed at the sight as you nodded. We’re here to have fun. That’s all.

Junhui came around to your side of the car, offering you a hand as he helped to pull you out. He let go in order to shut the door behind you, stuffing his keys into his pocket after locking it. A few seconds later, he was grasping onto your hand again, a sly smile on his lips as he led you up to the open front door. The atmosphere almost instantly changed, surrounding you in a shroud of neon lights, the music thudding loudly, wrapping you up within the bass and the people dancing in the living room. You closed your eyes to take in the exhilaration, the feeling that drew you into so many parties like this. You never wanted that feeling to end.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Junhui suddenly spoke over the noise, you opening your eyes in order to look at him. “Go talk to some people.”

Wasn’t the point of Junhui being there for him to ward off those annoying guys who wanted nothing more than to get in your pants? You didn’t want to talk to anybody yet, seeing as your friends hadn’t arrived yet. Why was he leaving you?

“Trust me,” Junhui told you, drawing you out of your deep thoughts yet again. He hadn’t broken eye contact with you. “Go talk. I’ll be back soon.”

You were forced to watch Junhui walk away into the growing crowd, wiggling through in the direction of the kitchen. You weren’t blind to the lustrous looks other people at the party sent his way as he maneuvered through them, but Junhui couldn’t have seemed to care less, didn’t even spare them a glance as he walked away from you. You chewed on your lip as he fully disappeared, staying in your spot for only a few moments longer before moving towards the crowd you had just lost him in. It only took a few moments of you slightly swaying to the beat before a group of guys sidled up to you, sniggering to themselves as they eyed you up and down. This wasn’t the first time you had seen them, for they had each made a handful of attempts on you before at previous parties. They simply couldn’t wrap their heads around the word ‘no’, apparently.

“Hello, beautiful,” one of them purred, causing you to step back as a look of distaste crossed your features. This many encounters, and yet, you still hadn’t bothered to learn any of their names- nor did you want to. “All alone tonight?” another one asked. “How upsetting. Why don’t you let us keep you company, hm?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you insisted, suppressing the urge to step even further away from their sweaty bodies, their breaths that reeked of alcohol. They already seemed to be slightly tipsy, and you scowled at the thought of getting drunk so early into a party. Where was the fun in that?

“You know, Y/N.” Great. They know your name. “I’m no weatherman, but you can expect a few inches tonight.”

A gagging noise suddenly came from right above your shoulder, causing you to jolt in surprise as you turned to face the source. Junhui was stood beside you, an unimpressed look on his face.

You would have laughed had it been a different situation.

“A pickup line? Really? I haven’t used one of those since secondary school,” he rebuked, shaking his head. The boys all had a similar expressions of annoyance and displeasure on their faces at the appearance of your… boyfriend.

“Sorry, who are you?” the first one asked the raven-haired male standing over you. Junhui scoffed in amusement as he looked down at the boy, only a few inches shorter than Junhui himself, but it still mattered. He reached down to grab onto your hand, pulling you closer with a swift tug that almost had you bumping into his chest.

“I’m her boyfriend.”

You wanted to react, to smile bashfully or bury your face in his chest, for his words cascaded over you in such a way that it had shivers tingling through your body, creeping down your spine. But you decided to keep a straight face, for you had to make it believable that you truly were lovers, not strangers who had only met an hour ago.

“Oh, really?” the third asked. He had an accent that you still couldn’t quite pinpoint the origins of. “Prove it, then.”

Only one quirk of Junhui’s eyebrow upwards, and then he was grabbing you by the shoulders, turning you to face him. His arms wrapped around your waist as he leaned in for your lips, hands traveling to your backside and grabbing a handful, earning a squeal that would have ruined everything had the boys heard it; luckily, they didn’t. Junhui pulled you flush against his body, you responding by wrapping your arms around his neck and grasping onto the hair on the back of his head because wow is he a good kisser. Junhui cracked an eye open, flashing a smirk at the dumbfounded group of boys between kisses, closing it again as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

“Okay, okay, we get it, whatever.”

You barely heard the boys admit defeat, grouchily slumping back away into the ocean of people. Junhui didn’t pull away from your lips until he was sure they were gone, carefully holding onto your hips as he did so. You stared up at him as you leaned back, eyes so big and full of wonder. He smiled, a genuine smile, stroking some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. You decided now to act upon your reactions from earlier, burying your blushing face into his chest, feeling as he chuckled, petting your hair.

“For a party girl, you sure are cute,” he complimented you. He didn’t give you time to reply, pulling away in order to grab your drinks off the window sill beside you. He handed you your cup, clinking his own teasingly against yours.

“Bottoms up, baby. The party’s only just started.”

The next stretch of time seemed like an eternity, but you were enjoying every second with Junhui by your side. Your friends had shown up not long after you little incident, and, thankfully, they played roles in acting like Junhui was your boyfriend as well. You spent your time dancing and drinking, although considerably. You were no drunkard.

You also spent a good amount of time cooling off outside, on top of Junhui, his hands trailing languidly over your exposed thighs as you sat in his lap. Truthfully, you would have never placed yourself in such a position with, again, a boy whom you had just met, but there was just something drawing you towards him, his comforting hold as he coaxed you, “come sit in my lap?” You figured that must have been the reason he was hired by his company; because he was a good ‘boyfriend’. Your heart sunk a little at the thought, but you would never admit that.

Junhui enjoyed getting to know you throughout the night, loved staring into your captivating eyes, listening to your voice, memorizing each and every little thing you told him about yourself. He even revealed some things about himself, something he wasn’t always keen about doing on his other dates. He preferred to keep himself on a low profile, seeing as his job and who he was outside of that weren’t always the same person. But he couldn’t help but give into your request to learn more about him, drawn in by you completely. He almost forgot that it was fake; almost.

“Let’s go back inside. I wanna dance a little more before we leave,” you told him, snapping him out of his thoughts as you stood up off his lap. He nodded in agreement, allowing you to lead him back into the house once again. He downed a few more sips of coke and rum alongside you before you pulled him into the living room to dance like you had requested. You had only been dancing for a few minutes, Junhui leaned up against the wall watching you, when something caught his eye. It was those boys again, eyeing you and him from across the packed living room, the party still in full swing despite the fact that it was nearing one in the morning.

“Y/N,” Junhui called out, tearing his eyes away from the group before they noticed him staring. He instantly had your attention, gesturing you over with a couple waves of his hand. Your friends giggled as they pushed you closer, your cheeks dusted in a soft shade of pink as you neared him. He stood up fully off the wall, made himself look bigger as you finally stopped in front of him. He settled his hands on your waist, pulling you against him and dipping his head down until his nose was almost brushing up against yours.

“Kiss me.”

You instantly complied, closing the small gap between you in order to bring your lips together for the second time that night, your hands holding onto his shirt gently until his own skimmed up your arms, grasping onto your fists and pulling your arms to wrap around his neck again, his tongue dancing carefully with yours. You leaned closer into his hold, in love with the way your lips molded together so perfectly, your body allotted with his. Junhui was enjoying it as much as you were, if not more, and it was apparent in the way he clung onto your body tighter for however long you kissed. You could hear your friends hollering in the background, but you didn’t care much, only brought Junhui closer against your body as he leaned against the wall for more support. It seemed like an eternity before you finally pulled away from his lips, but he couldn’t help but place one more peck on your own to finish it off. Your sweet moment was interrupted by Junhui’s phone vibrating in his pocket, the alarm telling him that it was time to take you home.

You glanced at the clock on the wall above you, sighing, for you knew that your time was up as well. Junhui used his pointer finger and thumb to pull your chin back up, eyes staring down into yours with an emotion that you couldn’t seem to identify.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” His words echoed dully in your ears, but you could only manage a faint disappointed nod. Junhui grabbed your hand, leading you towards the front door that you had stepped through hours ago at the beginning of your night together, a night that you wished didn’t have to end. You barely remembered to wave goodbye to your friends, allowing Junhui to pull you back outside to his car, the cold night air curling around you, contrasting to the hotness inside the house. It caused goosebumps to rise on your skin, and you looked up when you felt the warm material of Junhui’s jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. He simply offered a smile, opening your door for you and climbing in himself before driving off.

The final moments together felt like a dream, dragging on for so long, yet passing by in only a short few seconds. Junhui was stood in front of you on your doormat, features lit up by the lantern beside the door, hanging above the plaque that informed people of what apartment number you resided in. He pulled your chin up again, for you had been staring at your feet before he did so.

“I had fun tonight,” he told you, honestly. “Really, I did.”

“You’re a good boyfriend,” you said, trying to lighten up the departure. I want to make you mine.

Junhui scuffed his toe against the floor, biting his lip softly before meeting your eyes again.

“I’d like to see you again,” he admitted. You tilted your head to the side a little.

“You want me to rent you again?”

Jun smiled, cupping your cheek in his warm hand before leaning in for your lips once more, placing a sweet, lingering kiss on your soft lips that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He held your hands, shaking his head after a moment.

“For a date. A real one this time.”

And then he was turning away, heading back towards the elevator to take him back down to the parking lot of your building, leaving you stunned under the lamplight, eyes wide as you let his words bounce around in your brain before simmering down. He wanted to take you on a real date.

“J-Jun! Your jacket-“ “Keep it.”

Jun turned back to face you as he stepped into the elevator, that same smirk on his pink lips, but something else hiding behind it, something of genuine happiness. He opened his mouth for the final time that night before the door closed, your fingertips brushing gently against your lips that he had kissed so sweetly.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

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→ Daytime | Kim Mingyu

genre: slight angst, fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 2,493

a/n: I really liked this one it’s so soft, thank you for requesting!!

The streets of the city were oddly quiet, the scraping of dead leaves against the pavement skimming along your eardrums, paired with the small gusts of wind that blew through your hair. Clouds clung to the skies overhead, fluffy and greyish-white, covering up the sunlight that tried to creep through. You shoved your hands deep down into the pockets of your jacket, not because you were cold, because it seemed like the correct thing to do in this situation. You craved comfort, warmth, and yet you didn’t quite want to go home. Curling up in your soft blankets back at your dorm didn’t seem like the right thing to do, not at that time of day. But did you ask to be dumped at noon on a wednesday by some guy who was really only using you to get a jealous ex back?

You sighed, shaking your head and listening to the quiet patter of your shoes as you walked along the sidewalk. Left, right, left, right. Your head was hung downwards, and you weren’t exactly sure where you were headed. There were no more meetings after class, no spontaneous coffee dates. That boy was nothing anymore; so why did you feel so empty, so alone?

You supposed it could have been worse. You could have been in a more serious relationship, a longer one too. But for nearly two months he had occupied your mind, brought you out of boredom, gave you something to look forward to as you sat in your boring classes, motivation to get out of bed and do something. It was nice; you were going to miss that.

You eventually stopped when you heard the sound of automatic doors sliding open, another set of footsteps meeting against the concrete just ahead of you. These footsteps were heavier, faster, for they knew where they were going unlike yours. You paused your movements, slowly looking up to glance at the only other person on the street.

Soft brown eyes met yours, gazing across the distance between you. His eyes held worry, concern, for he had noticed the tears dripping from your eyes, cascading down your cheeks. They fell jaggedly due to the winds, and a few strands of your messy hair that fell around your face were caught in the tracks they left behind. His large frame was carrying a few bags out to a delivery truck parked in front of the store on the road, and though they looked heavy, he didn’t seem to be struggling under their weight.

“Are you okay, Miss?” he called out, curiously, caringly. You only managed a shaky nod, sniffling as you wiped at your face with the heel of your hand, covered by the ends of your sweater’s arms. You blinked a few times, looking back down, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk forward, past him. You heard as he opened the doors to the back of the truck, placing the bags inside before closing it. The truck driver drove the vehicle away, the sound of it fading down the road for half a block before turning and disappearing into the sounds of the windy day. The tall boy was suddenly in front of you, placing a large hand on the back of your head.

“Come inside with me,” he requested, turning to stand beside you. His hand trailed down to your back, gently urging you forward alongside him. He eased you towards the bright lighting of the store inside, and only when you noticed the various displays of pet toys at the front did you realize that it was a pet store.

“Sit here, please,” the boy told you after bringing you over to a counter on the left side of the large room, easing you to sit down on a stool. You obeyed, bringing your hands out of your jacket to place them in your lap, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

“I’ll be right back.”

And then he was disappearing into a door behind the counter, leaving you to sigh softly once again. You waited patiently, mind clouded over with sadness, and yet so overwhelmed with one single word that stemmed off into so many other doubts, so many questions; why?

Something warm and fuzzy was suddenly placed into your lap, drawing you out of your thoughts at the small puppy happily writhing around in your lap.

Your eyes widened as it licked at your face, your tears disappearing as you wrapped your arms around the small bundle of fur, happily yipping at you. You looked back up at the tall boy, who was now nonchalantly sifting through a stack of papers, but a happy smile tugged at one corner of his pink lips.

“You looked like you needed some cheering up,” he told you through a shy little laugh, your cheeks turning pink before you looked back down at the puppy. You gently grasped onto its blue collar, the word ‘Happy’ engraved onto its golden name tag.

“My name is Mingyu, by the way,” he spoke. He still hadn’t looked up from his papers.

“I’m Y/N,” you said softly, tucking some hair back behind your ear. Mingyu paused for a moment to allow your name roll around through his thoughts, and he shuffled the papers back into one neat stack before finally looking up.

“You don’t have to,” he began, reaching over the counter to gently scratch behind the puppy’s ears. “But if you wanna talk about what happened, I’m a better listener than most of our dogs.”

You had almost forgot that the whole reason you were here was because Mingyu had managed to catch you crying outside a mere few minutes before that, nothing but the goal of making you, a stranger, happy set in his mind as he pulled you inside.

“Oh, that,” you drawled slowly, a little quieter. Mingyu pouted a little, quite adorably, you might add, and not because you didn’t laugh at his joke.

“You don’t have to tell me-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, readjusting yourself and the puppy on the stool. “I’ll tell you. It’s the least I can do, right?”

And so, you told him all about the story between you and the boy your friend, Soonyoung, had spontaneously hooked you up with. You told him about how he had led you on into thinking it was going to be a lasting relationship, all until he broke it to you that he was only using you, that his ex had called hours earlier and told him that they wanted him back. And what did he do? Of course, he went back to them, leaving you empty and wandering the streets without knowing what else to do. And that was when Mingyu found you.

“I’m not so bummed out about him, really,” you insisted, rubbing your sleeve against the itchy tear stains left behind on your cheeks. “It’s just- it gave me something to, I don’t know, put time into, something to occupy me. What am I supposed to do now, without all that?”

Mingyu pondered your question for a moment, glancing up at the lights in the ceiling before looking back down as he spoke, an excited smile on his face at the sudden thought. God, he really was cuter than any puppy you had ever held.

“Why don’t you get a job here?” he suggested happily, as though it was the greatest idea in the world. Your eyes widened again, eyebrows raised at how elated he was at the thought of you working there as well.

“What?” you wondered.

“Yeah! It’ll be so fun! You can work here with me, and afterwards, we can go and grab dinner or coffee or something together!” he explained, a wide smile on his face that had brightened all the more ever since you first smiled at him. However, you were still sat there with a surprised look on your face. Did he know what he was suggesting? It almost seemed like he was asking you to go on dates with him, someone who took better care of you in the short half hour you knew each other than your now ex boyfriend had in those two months. Mingyu’s face fell a little at your expression, transitioning into something more calm, hopeful.

“You’d like that, right?”

And who would you be to deny his bashful smile, the sweet words hanging from his lips? He had been nothing but kind to you, did nothing but wish you the best and provide you with all that he could in hopes of lifting your spirits. And, either way, it would save you so many hours of sulking before finding motivation to get back on your feet again. And so, you smiled softly, giving him a little nod. His own bright smile returned instantly, and he instantly scurried off into the back for the application, placing it and a pen down in front of you on the counter. He held Happy as you filled out the blanks, moving around the store to restock some shelves before you finished.

“I’ll run this by my manager when he gets back from his lunch break, but there shouldn’t be any problems,” he told you reassuringly, handing you the puppy in exchange for the yellow piece of paper. Just as he said those words, the sliding doors at the front were opening not with a customer, but his manager.

“Ah, Seungcheol-hyung! Can I talk to you?” Mingyu called out, hurrying over to the man. They were far enough away from where you sat to where you couldn’t hear the words they spoke, obviously about you, and you instead focused your attention back to the pup in your lap, gently stroking the fur on its head and back as it napped, the softest of snores leaving it and causing you to smile. You looked back up when you heard two sets of footsteps approaching you, Mingyu smiling happily behind the boy whom you assumed was the manager.

“Hello, Y/N, I’m Seungcheol,” he said, shaking your hand. “So, would you like to start the job now?”

Your eyes widened in surprise again, Mingyu practically jumping with glee at his success of talking Seungcheol into giving you a job there so quickly. He was so excited to begin working with you, and you couldn’t help but nod at his offer.

“Perfect. I’ll leave Mingyu to show you the ropes,” Seungcheol spoke, giving you a smile before heading to the front to help customers. Mingyu came closer with a shy smile, cheeks pink as he glanced down at the floor before looking back up at you.

“Thank you,” you said to him, and he nodded happily. He gave you the worker’s half-apron to tie around your hips, telling you that he would place an order for a uniform in when he got the chance. He walked you around the store after placing Happy back in the playroom, showing you where everything was and even walking you through how things were stocked. Time blew by quickly, and soon enough, it was the end of Mingyu’s, and now your, shift.

“Are you walking home?” Mingyu asked as you stepped outside, backsides illuminated by the store lights inside as the cool of night embraced the rest of you. Only half of your faces were drenched in the yellowing light, the rest shrouded in the darkness from the lack of moonlight thanks to the skies that were still blanketed by those clouds.

“Yes,” you told him. Your car rarely left your college campus’ parking lot, seeing as your classes and your dorm weren’t too spaced apart. Today wasn’t an exception, and now you would pay the consequences of not bringing the vehicle with you on your journey. You weren’t even sure if you really knew the way back.

“Let me drive you home!” he offered. “Ooh, and if you’re hungry, we can get dinner on the way.”

There he went again, getting happier than a puppy when their owner finally returned home after a long day. It was refreshing and endearing, and you could already feel yourself being pulled out of the depressing and lonely rut you would have been stuck in had it not been for this boy. You smiled at him, but he was already dragging you towards his car excitedly before you responded with a simple ‘okay’.

He took you to a small little restaurant that served a little bit of everything, tucking the two of you into a small booth in the corner together. You got to laugh at him as he awkwardly adjusted his long legs beneath the table, pouting at you, but his face eventually melted into a grin as you hid your giggles behind a hand over your mouth.

You talked for what seemed like hours, speaking as though you had known each other for years, and yet discovering so many new things about each other. There were no feelings of being self-consciousness, no specific need to impress him. He had already seen you crying over some boy while stumbling down the street, so you guessed it couldn’t have gotten much worse than that.

Mingyu was absolutely taken with you; your laughter when he would tell you a funny story, the blush that coated your cheeks when he would give you a compliment. He remembered how his heart had sunk when he saw you standing outside the store, and he never wanted to see your lips tug downwards ever again, never wanted to see you cry over somebody like that boy who didn’t know what he was missing out on. You looked so beautiful beneath the lighting of the lanterns inside the restaurant, the candle between you. He even paid for the meal despite your offers to at least split the bill, but he only shook his head and handed over his card with a smile on his face. He drove you back to your dorm after that, getting out of his own seat to walk you up to the entrance.

“So… I’ll see you tomorrow?” he wondered, cheeks dusted a soft pink. “We start work at one, don’t forget, okay?”

His cheeks burned into a bright red when you suddenly pulled him down to kiss his cheek softly, eyes wide before you pulled away.

“Thank you, Mingyu. Really.”

Mingyu could only nod, words caught in his throat as you stepped away from him. He wanted to pull you closer again, feel your lips on his cheek one more time before he left, but he couldn’t find the words to say that.

“I-I’ll pick you up after your classes,” he stuttered. “Just text me.”

You waved to him from the doorway as he sat in his car, and he waved back before you went inside. He leaned back in his seat, smiling up at the roof of his car as he bit his lip.

He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

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→ Things Change | Yoon Jeonghan

genre: fluff(?) how do I categorize this stuff I

warning(s): drinking? Jeonghan drinks. Seventeen parties not really

word count: 2,525

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You liked sleeping with your window open at night. You liked feeling the cool breezes wash over your skin as you burrowed yourself down further into your warm blankets, the distant sounds of cicadas echoing in your ears and acting as a lullaby as it sent you off to sleep. You liked staring out into the distance, a blanket of midnight blue and the stars stuck within the fabric of the sky aiding your tired mind into hopes, dreams, reflections of your day. You’re picturing a nice, quiet night, right?

Wrong. So very, painfully wrong.

Nights like those hadn’t happened in a long, long few months, ever since your new next door neighbor showed up. Starting from the first night he arrived, loud music and drunken yells from people attending the regular parties that were hosted a mere handful of yards away from your own home had cancelled out the blissful sounds of nature that you would give anything to have back for longer than two or three nights in a row. You often had to shove your head under your pillow and stuff your headphones into your ears, but the volume at which your own music finally blocked out that from next door, it was too loud for you to fall asleep.

You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing your hands roughly down your face as you stared up at your ceiling. You just wanted the noise to silence, just wanted one night’s worth of sleep. Was it really too much to ask? In a sense- your sense, actually- yes. It was a little too much to ask.

You had never met your party-addicted neighbor, actually; you hadn’t even seen his face. On the spectrum of extrovert to introvert, you landed far on the latter’s side. It’s not that you despised people, necessarily, okay maybe a little, it’s just that you were too awkward to interact most of the time. You didn’t know how to hold a proper conversation, although at this point, you were sure you could give your neighbor a good earful of complaints for the past few months, all the sleep you had lost. Enough was enough, and within the minute, you were walking out your door and stomping fifteen feet to the left to your neighbor’s front door.

You moved a finger forward to ring the doorbell, arms crossed bitterly as you stood on the porch, the bass of the song drumming into your body and making it feel as though somebody was jumping up and down inside your chest. You realized that, with how loud the music was, anybody inside probably couldn’t have heard the doorbell.

Should I just walk in?

However, before you could move another muscle, the door was being yanked open. You probably would have had the air temporarily knocked out of your chest at the sight of them had you not been so annoyed and tired.

“Hi, I live next door. Do you think you could turn your music down a little? I’m just trying to sleep before classes tomorrow.” You tried to speak in the kindest manner that you could muster at that hour of the night, but there was an edge of irritation in your voice and it made the boy smirk, especially when he caught view of your crossed arms and your foot tapping impatiently on the ground. He leaned up against the doorframe, one elbow propped up above his head as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Sorry, baby, are we keeping you up?” he asked, eyes holding a teasing glint within the chocolate brown of them. Your face may have scrunched up distastefully at his nickname for you.

“Yes, you are. Who even throws parties three nights a week? Do you never sleep?” you ranted, arms and hands moving wildly as you spoke. His simper only increased, licking his lips in amusement as he watched you.

“What’s your name?” he decided to ask, completely ignoring your previous questions. You huffed in exasperation; barely even a few sentences in and you knew you were getting nowhere. You had apparently taken too long to answer him, and he spoke again.

“I need to call you something, right? Unless you like me calling you baby,” he practically sang, that same damn smile on his lips that made you want to shove him back inside the house and pull the door closed behind him before retreating back to your own house, never to speak to him again.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N,” you finally forced out, stubbornly, at the least. You didn’t really want him knowing your name, but you didn’t want him coming up up with any more nicknames, either. You were regretting your hasty decision to come over instead of simply dealing with the loud music for one more night.

“Y/N,” he repeated, relishing in the way it rolled off his tongue, the beautiful name he got to pin onto such a gorgeous girl. He wasn’t blind; the moment he saw you, he knew he was going to have fun with you. The only regret he had was not going over to introduce himself earlier. “What a beautiful name.”

He hummed nonchalantly, thinking up something else to say as you stood rigid. You were denying the fact that his compliment had sent a surge of blood rushing to your cheeks, but it was slightly obvious to you that his words knocked you off guard for a moment. It seemed that things weren’t going how you had planned, and it irked you.

“I’m going home,” you grumbled after a moment that seemed to stretch for hours. The boy raised his eyebrows; not in surprise, but rather entertainment. You entertained him.

“I can’t hear you, princess,” he told you, almost tauntingly.

“Don’t call me that,” you demanded instantly.

“Sorry,” he apologized, though his tone held nothing remorseful. “Y/N. Can you repeat what you said for me?”

“I said I’m going home,” you restated, louder this time, though you doubted you really needed to with how far he was leaning out of his doorframe by then. You turned away from the light of his porch, already heading back down the first two steps. “Please turn the music down a little.”

The tennis shoes you had stomped your feet into on the way out of your house hit the pavement of the pathway leading down his driveway, to the sidewalk, a few moments later. As soon as they did, that honey sweet voice was calling out to you for the final time that night.

“My name is Jeonghan, by the way!”

You froze for a slight second to process his words, but you ended up not responding as you continued your journey back to your own house. You pretended that you couldn’t feel Jeonghan’s everlasting stare on your back as you retreated into the darkness of the night, for his porchlight didn’t quite reach all the way to your house. You shut the door behind you after you entered your own home, and it was only then did Jeonghan let out a soft sigh of something like content, ease. It felt like a weight that he didn’t even know was there had been lifted off his chest.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

The second time you confronted Yoon Jeonghan was a little less than a month later. It seemed like he had made it a goal to see just how many more hours of sleep you could lose before you would come storming over again. It was like he had invested his money into louder, bass boosting speakers (he had) just to spite you.

After ringing the bell, you sat back on your heels as you waited for the door to open. It was like he had been waiting by the door for the moment you would show up, for barely three seconds passed before he was pulling it open again. His hair was a little better tamed than last time, and his clothes were on a little straighter as he looked at you. Granted, you came earlier than midnight this time.

“Hello, sweet Y/N,” Jeonghan practically crooned, taking his usual position of leaning up against his doorway. He held a red solo cup in his hand, inevitably filled with alcohol, although he smelled freshly of cologne.

“You know why I’m here, right?” you asked, your voice holding more annoyance than last time. Jeonghan almost felt bad, but, really, he was enjoying teasing you almost as much as he enjoyed to drink in the sight of your pretty face.

“Oh, of course I do,” he told you. He suddenly thrusted the cup out towards you, and it was a miracle the liquid didn’t slosh out onto your shirt with the force in which he pushed it towards you.

“You wanted to join the party, right?”

It took you a moment to respond, so bewildered by how ignorant this boy seemed to be. He had to be joking, right? All he wanted was to toy with you.

“No.” You shook your head, frowning. “I came because-”

“You’re trying to sleep,” he interrupted, something almost like solace in his eyes, the sudden softness of his voice. “I know.”

A moment of silence before, “So… you’ll be quiet?”

And then Jeonghan was back.

“Hell no,” he scoffed. “Are you kidding me? It’s not even eleven yet, live a little.”

“I am living, no help to you and your stupid parties,” you snapped.

“Babygirl, if you were living, you’d be inside sitting on my lap and chugging down some booze with me.”

You balled your hands into upset little fists within your sweater sleeves, jaw clenching as you tried to decide what to say to him next. You didn’t want to party, to drink, didn’t like all the noise. Why couldn’t he and whoever was inside that god forsaken house be considerate of you and your other neighbors? It was a wonder the police hadn’t been called on them yet.

“Y/N?” he suddenly called, snapping you out of your thoughts. You weren’t aware that your gaze had shifted downwards before your head popped up to look at him again. His usual smirk had fallen from lips, that usual sparkle of mischief gone, all replaced with a look of concern, a hint of regret.

“Y/N, if it really bothers you that much-”

“Of course it bothers me!” you shouted. “I wouldn’t be here if it didn’t bother me!”

“Y/N-”

“I have so many tests tomorrow,” you rambled, rubbing your hands over your tired eyes, the bags that sat under them. “I just want to study and go to bed, okay? Is that too much to-”

“Y/N!” He finally grabbed your attention at the same time his hand suddenly clasped around your wrist, drawing your gaze towards him once again in surprise. He let go a moment after, holding your gaze before running a hand through his hair again, looking towards the sky as he sighed.

“Ah, seriously,” he spoke. “You’re making me feel bad.”

“You should feel bad,” you instantly bit back, earning a chuckle of amusement from the boy, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Jeonghan would never admit this to anybody, but the reason he had been so keen on increasing the effects of his ‘parties’ was because, well, he wanted to see you again. It wasn’t that he enjoyed partying and noise and all that; really, he didn’t. It’s just that he had a group of twelve other rowdy boys who always chose his house to mess around at, for whatever reasons. That night you came over, Jeonghan knew he wanted, no, he needed to see more of you. But how? Why would you have any other reason to come over, other than to yell at him about how loud his music was, or how stupid his friends were?

Jeonghan was shy. Of course, it certainly didn’t seem like it with the way he had spoken to you the first time you came over. But girls liked those kinds of guys, right? The ones who partied and drank, the ones who treated girls and relationships like it was nothing? But how come you weren’t like that? Instead of temporarily pushing him away and then eventually pulling him into your arms like he had seen happen on so many shows and movies, all it seemed to do was annoy you. And he didn’t want that anymore.

He took a long sip from his cup, and an even longer moment to think before he spoke again.

“I’ll tell them to quiet down, okay?”

You were stunned into silence at the sudden change in character, the softness of his voice. You watched with words caught in your throat, thoughts spinning through your mind as he bent down to set his cup down beside the doorway before standing back up, stepping out onto the porch in front of you and pulling the door to a close behind him. The music blaring from inside was instantly toned down to a loud but muffled volume.

“I’m sorry. Let me walk you home.”

Every syllable in the sentence he had just spoke seemed suspicious, but you let out a small puff of air before nodding, allowing him to trail along beside you on the short distance back to your front door.

“Ah,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, blush barely being concealed by the darkness of the night. He wanted to cringe at how loud the music actually was, even from the outside. “I’m- I’m sorry… about how loud we are…”

You should have taken the chance to tell him yeah, you should be sorry, you really should have. But something about the new way he was acting told you that no, that’s not right. He was apologizing for his mistakes, and though he had been an absolute jerk to you before, he wasn’t now. Of course, this wasn’t usually the motive you had; he could have only been pretending to be sorry, acting all nice in order to get in your pants. But either way, you held your tongue, because that didn’t seem right of him, either.

“It’s fine, I guess,” you ended up straining, just as you landed on your own doorstep. Jeonghan didn’t step up onto it like you did, putting you a little more at eye level. You finally got the chance to really take in his handsome features under the light of your porch above you, and without bassy music pounding through your ears to blur your concentration.

“Can I see you again?” he asked shyly, looking down at his fists as he bunched the sleeves of his sweater in them. He felt like he was going to explode. “A-As in a date, I mean.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I… I’d like that,” you replied. You didn’t miss the sweet pull of his lips at your response, the pink of his cheeks and ears as he stumbled back to his own house, shyly waving goodbye before he disappeared.

Maybe Jeonghan wasn’t as bad as you thought he was.

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→ Royalty | Jeon Wonwoo

genre: fluff(?)

warning(s): none

word count: 2,401

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”I was supposed to come to you, not the other way around.” 

The library was silent, save for the soft echo of voices that stretched outwards through the many columns of books and upwards towards the tall ceiling that curved above the two of you. The sun streamed inwards from either sides of the room through the expanse of slender floor to ceiling windows, making the man feel warm despite the chill in the room. Wonwoo sighed softly at your small bout of laughter, spinning around him as he sat in his chair. He held a book in his hands, one thumb pressed against the page he was currently on as he cradled it in his lap.

“We can just start lessons early today,” you told him cheerfully, sitting down in the chair across from his, only separated by a small coffee table that barely reached your knees as you sat. He raised his eyebrows slightly, fingers lightly skimming along the edges of the yellowing pages encased within a blue cover. However, his eyes never left yours, the brown hue of them crystal clear through his circular reading glasses. 

“You want to start etiquette lessons early?” he asked you. You shrugged nonchalantly, reaching out for the neat pile of three other books that your tutor had organized for later, after your lessons when he could hole himself up in his bedroom, indulging himself in the knowledge and imagination of others. You skimmed through some pages of the first novel as you spoke. 

“This just means more time with you,” you said. The way you spoke was as though you didn’t have a second thought about what you were saying, like you didn’t know how they affected the man. A shiver ran down his spine, yet the cozy room was suddenly a little too warm for his liking. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light pink dusting his cheeks as a result of your words. But, although you didn’t even spare a glance at him, you knew. You always knew.

Jeon Wonwoo had been your tutor for years, ever since you turned the age of 16. He had been brought in as a replacement for your previous tutor, a sweet old lady who had served her rightful time within your castle raising you, alongside your parents, the King and Queen. Wonwoo’s job was to teach you mannerisms, how to decide what was right and wrong. However, although you were a stunningly amazing princess who always went above and beyond standards, you had a mischievous side of you as well; a side that few people had seen. Wonwoo by now was all too familiar with it, and yet, it still flustered him to no end. Why, one may ask? Because every little remark, every sickeningly sweet little compliment that left your mouth was spoken for one sole purpose- him. Jeon Wonwoo, the man you wanted to make yours.

“Let us go to my room,” you suddenly spoke, drawing him out of his deep thoughts as he glanced back up at you. You had finished skimming through his miniature collection of books, placing them back in the stack he had them in. Wonwoo placed the one in his hands on top of them, and, deciding to come back later for them, left them on the table before standing. You gave him a sweet smile, but he saw the intention, the desire behind it.

He simply offered his arm to you, and you looped yours through it before you exited the library and made your way to your room. Wonwoo walked steady, but it was painfully obvious to him (and to you) how nervous he was, how he was shaking on the inside. He should have been used to these advancements from you, for it had been almost two years since they started, you now sitting at the age of 18. But he would never get used to you or your flirtatious eyes that lingered over him for moments slightly too long.

He escorted you to your room swiftly, leading you out to the balcony and the table that sat upon it. He pulled out your chair for you, and you thanked him as you sat down, him taking the initiative to push you closer to the table once more before taking his own seat. Soonyoung, a servant, soon brought you tea and cookies, bowing to you before making his leave. You took the initiative to pour his and your tea, and he eyed you as he stirred a sugar cube into the warm liquid.

“How are you handling the issues regarding the children in the town?” he asked you. You leaned back in your chair, but before you could speak, Wonwoo spoke up again. 

“You must sit up, Princess Y/N. You should know this by now.”

“I apologize,” you told him, straightening your back. “It seems that I’ve become rather comfortable around you.”

Wonwoo nearly choked on his tea, clearing his throat as he set the teacup down on the small plate. You smirked, lips pulling up into a wicked grin as he wiped his mouth with his napkin, something like a disapproving scowl on his face, but his cheeks were burning pink again. The comment was rather innocent and lighthearted compared to others you had set on him before, but it simply struck something in his gut that caused it to flutter annoyingly. It was a feeling that was near constant when you were near, and he never knew whether to embrace it or desperately will it away.

“Princess Y/N, let us not do this today,” he pleaded with you quietly, unable to look into your eyes. He feared that he resembled the red roses in the small vase on your bedside with how sheepish he had become beneath your burning gaze, eyes shamelessly trailing across his skin as they had many times before. Your favorite view was not that of your garden, the beautiful dresses of silk you wore, the diamonds in your tiara. It was Wonwoo, the man who coiled up so delightfully at a simple prod of words aimed at him. Usually so calm and collected, you strived to turn him in a blushing mess every time you were around him.

“Oh, but why?” you asked him in fake remorse, a pretty pout on your lips.

“W-We must continue with the lesson.” He forced the words out of his stomach, placing a hand atop the white table cloth. He jumped when he felt your soft hand lay itself over his, eyes wide as he finally looked at you. Your expression was hard to read, neutral, and yet laced with such intimacy and curiosity, pure amusement at his reactions. Wonwoo wished he could breathe a little easier, wished his collar wasn’t seeming to choke him. He felt like he was on fire despite the gentle breezes that washed through his locks. He waited for you to say something, a teasing statement that would only make him even more red.

“You’re right.”

Your hand suddenly disappeared from his, and you placed the pair of them back into your lap. Anybody would have dismissed you for having a lack of interest, but Wonwoo noticed the small twitch of the corner of your lips, the glint in your eyes as you lifted your teacup to your soft lips that Wonwoo had spent years fantasizing about, how they would feel pressed up against his. You frustrated him, made him want to pull his hair out and hide away for a year. But you also made him crave the warm embrace of your arms, the tender touch of your lips against his lips, his forehead, anywhere. He wanted to know what it was like to make you his, hold your hand and kiss you in the middle of the dance floor at the balls your parents hosted. But, surely, you deserved more than him, a measly tutor. You deserved a prince, somebody who would unite your kingdom with theirs and solve all the problems in your world, somebody who would make a mighty king someday. But here you were, toying with him to no ends. He wanted you so badly, but he was holding back.

The lesson continued on, and eventually, you ended up sat beside him at one of the large tables in the meeting room. Wonwoo had pulled out several written documents and papers, laying them out for your eyes to examine as he came to sit beside you again. You spoke to him casually about actions you were hoping to take in relation to whatever issues were handed down to you from your parents, receiving approving nods from the brunette as he listened along. He remembered the days when he would have to walk you through what was right or wrong, the necessary actions you had to take in order to prove yourself as a worthy princess to the kingdom. Those days were long gone, for you had matured, and you knew what needed to be done. Wonwoo would never admit it, but he enjoyed listening to you talk your way through things, explaining your reasoning and motive behind every step, every little detail. It was better than any book he read, any person he had met. He would sit back and allow you to talk, your words wrapping around him like a wool blanket on a cold winter night.

“-and that should tie things up nicely in the village.”

You looked back up at him, Wonwoo nodding from his place beside you before looking into your eyes. Wonwoo should have been expecting it when you began to lean in a few long moments later, should have pulled away like he did last time you had tried to kiss him. It had been nearly a year ago, Wonwoo accompanying you on a stroll through the large garden behind the castle. You had leaned up for his lips, and although he so desperately wanted to give into your kiss, the desire you held for so long, he found it in himself to pull away just before your soft lips could meet his own. He denied himself of his own wants, his own curiosities, feeling as though a glass had shattered between the two of you as he stumbled backwards.

“I-I,” he had stuttered, cheeks bright pink and curling upwards to the tips of his ears, the skin on his neck that peeked out from below his white collar. I’m sorry.”

And you had huffed in frustration, glancing away from him as you straightened yourself out again. It was the first time Wonwoo had ever seen you in such an uncomposed state, and it left a nasty sinking feeling in his gut knowing it was because of him. You had always been so subtle in your approaches, and yet so head-on that it made it hard to breath sometimes. You wanted him badly, but he wouldn’t allow himself to give in, not then, not on that day.

Yet now here you were, one hand placed on his thigh as you leaned in, closer and closer. Wonwoo had frozen up, hands shaking as he gripped the armrests of his chair tightly. He didn’t remember closing his eyes, awaiting your lips upon his after endless years of chasing him. However, that feeling didn’t quite come, and instead your voice spoke out into the emptiness of the room, making Wonwoo’s head spin as it curled out from the darkness that the back of his eyelids provided him with, a shield against reality.

”Do you want me to kiss you?” 

And Wonwoo was trembling, eyes now squeezed shut as though you would disappear if he opened his eyes. He took a stuttering breath, more of a gasp, before he forced out a reply, the singular word brushing against your lips and coaxing you to finally close the distance between you, a distance that had been all too much for the two of you for all the years you had known each other.

“Yes.” 

Your lips attached to his gently, feeling like feathers against the pink skin as you tested the waters of what he wanted. Wonwoo barely had the mind to kiss back, distracted by the way you trailed your hands carefully over his arms before leading them to wrap around your waist, your own looping around his neck, hands gently digging into his soft brown locks. The kiss lasted for an eternity and ended in a second, and Wonwoo didn’t know if he wanted to sleep or run laps around the castle, his heart thudding wildly against his ribcage.

You gently cupped his face with one hand, smiling softly when he leaned into your touch. You leaned in for one more kiss, and Wonwoo kissed you back fully, arms drawing you closer against him despite the armrests between the two of you, but you didn’t care.

“This isn’t right is it?” Wonwoo asked a few minutes later, nervously playing with your fingers. He held regret in his eyes; not regret for the kisses, of course not, but for not being somebody better, more suited for you.

You placed the hand he wasn’t playing with over both of his, forcing him to look up as you smiled reassuringly at him. You knew about his insecurities, knew exactly why he held himself back for such a long time. You wanted to ease his mind, convince him that you could ask for nothing better than him. And that’s exactly what you did.

“You may not be a prince by blood, but, Jeon Wonwoo.” 

You pressed a hand against the back of his neck, pulling him down so that your lips brushed against his as you spoke, nose nuzzling gently into his as you both closed your eyes, as though it would burn your next words even more into your brains, your hearts, your dreams.

“You are my prince, my knight in shining armor. You may not be perfect to everybody else, and yet, you are tailored only for me. So, accept me, kiss me and tell me that you’re mine if my love is what you truly desire.”

Wonwoo was the one to close the small gap between you this time, lips moving lovingly against yours before he pulled away, forehead pressed to your own.

“I am yours, and only yours.“

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→ Soulmate Series

Intro: Fate. Fate is what decides exactly what happens to us within the courses of our lives. Fate decides who you meet, the decisions you make, the events that happen to you. Fate is what leads you from the beginning to the end in life, who you get to call your friends, your family, your home. Fate also decides who your soulmate is, and fate decides whether or not you get to call them yours forever.

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