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slytherinshua · 3 months

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I WISH YOU COULD HEAR MY LULLABY

genre. angst... but like it's not that bad?? not even exactly sure what i wrote 🤞 warnings. major character death i think... and uh a lot of mourning/remembering 👍 pairing. minhyun x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. you are legally required to listen to minhyun's new single lullaby while you read bcuz omg its so beautiful and if you couldn't tell it inspired this entire fic and omg i just love minhyun sm hes my baby :( @blue-jisungs sorry for the minhyun angst but i had to 🧍‍♀️

There’s was a certain sense of comfort that washed over Minhyun whenever his footsteps led him to that bus stop. The one just a couple blocks from his apartment, the one that he had been to thousands of times, yet none of them were actually to get on one of the buses. It was such a regular part of his day that the bus drivers had even become accustomed to driving right past if he was the only one waiting at the stop.

Minhyun was grateful for this. He much preferred if people didn’t pay him any mind— he liked to be left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of you; or memories, rather.

All the days he had waited patiently for you at this very bus stop never left his memory. The bus you took was number 27— and it didn’t matter where you needed to go for the day, you would always come back to Minhyun on that particular bus. He would wait for you to step off and run into his arms. No matter the weather or how busy he was that day, he would always be there waiting for your return.

The day wasn’t complete until you were back in his arms and he was lifting you slightly off your feet and spinning you around amidst laughter and the elated feeling in both of your hearts at seeing each other again. He would carry your bag in his left hand and lace the fingers of his right hand with yours, swinging gently back and forth as you both walked back to his apartment. You liked to plant small kisses on his cheek, even just for the satisfying reaction of seeing them flush a soft pink.

This was your routine every night for years— from back when you were both in highschool, to when you moved in together, all the way until Minhyun proposed to you 2 years ago. You were sure that the precious moment you reunited every night would last for years and years to come; yet you were never able to step off that bus and be able to call Minhyun your husband.

A road accident— a case of drunk driving on dangerous road conditions due to snow caused a serious collision in the middle of the road. Most passengers were injured and rushed to the hospital, including you.

Though Minhyun had hoped and prayed for your recovery every night and day, you eventually left him and took your spot amongst the stars. The night of December 14th was when Minhyun lost the love of his life.

He couldn’t bring himself to break the routine he had kept up for over a decade. Minhyun knew in the back of his mind that it was impossible for you to ever step off that bus and into his arms again. You were gone, yet your memory remained in the bus stop, and, as such, Minhyun would always come back to it.

As soon as Minhyun stepped out of his apartment and felt the cold chill of the wind, he reached for the coat rack without thinking. It was only when he was halfway to the bus stop that he remembered that there was no need for him to bring your coat with him. He wasn’t sure if ghosts could even feel the cold. Or, perhaps, they were cold all the time? The latter thought brought a frown to his face, and a quick glance up at the sky as if to check to see if you were cold or not. Despite not getting an answer, he still felt a little more at ease by the action.

The bus stop was deserted, as always, and Minhyun took his usual seat without wasting a second. It took a few minutes for him to realize he was glad he had accidentally brought your coat along with him. As he hugged it a little close to his face, the faint scent of your old perfume reached his nose. It wasn’t very strong— having significantly faded over the years, but still definitely recognizable.

Minhyun closed his eyes and breathed it in, letting each inhale and exhale fade away with the wind as his brain brought up his favourite memories of you. Your first kiss in high school, late night walks around the city, early mornings waking up next to each other, and the evenings you spent planning for your wedding were amongst the best.

He settled on the last thought a little closer, letting his mind drift to when you took him with you for wedding dress shopping. It wasn’t traditional for the groom to see the dress before the wedding, but you valued his opinion so much that you wanted to bring him along nonetheless. You had never told him which dress you had decided on after the day of shopping was over, but he was pretty sure it was one of the 3 he liked the most.

You had looked ethereal in all of them— so pretty that Minhyun almost forgot how to breathe. The excitement and happiness you had both felt at that time was unmeasurable. Truly, the best moments of his life were all spent with you.

There were times where Minhyun felt lost and confused. He knew you would want him to be happy. You were always watching over him, and so he tried his best to smile and laugh and move forward with his life for you. But he wasn’t sure how he was ever supposed to experience the same fulfilment in his life when such a large piece of it was so obviously missing.

No matter how empty he felt, he knew you were waiting for him patiently. He would wait for you as well, for however long it took for you both to reunite. But until then, he would continue to cherish your memories— the scent of your perfume, the lost feeling of your lips against his or the warmth of your body in his hold, the sound of your laughter echoing in the walls of his apartment, and the framed photos of you he had carefully arranged.

With the revving of the bus engine as it lumbered along past the bus stop, Minhyun stood up again. He let out a breath and clutched your coat closer to his chest, adjusting the ring on his left ring finger to be back in its place. He hummed a soft tune he had been working on for some time since you had passed. Every time he repeated the melody in his head, he could only look forward to when he would be able to sing it to you, as all the lyrics were for you, anyway.

He would wait until that day— until you could hear his lullaby.

↳ misc taglist: @eternalgyu,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @candewlsy,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @cosmicwintr,, @weird-bookworm

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gyuhanniescarat · 1 year

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hwang minhyun masterlist

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multiphandomunnies · 3 months

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wanna one

reactions

saying that you love them in your sleep

fans ship you together

you calling them your ideal type

gf is sad about eye bags

imagines

jisung

soulmate au

sungwoon

minhyun

seungwoo

jaehwan

daniel

jihoon

hating you

pantone 14-1513

woojin

jinyoung

daehwi

guanlin

bf! guanlin

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blue-jisungs · 5 months

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RADIO SILENCE ,, SUNGHOON SMAU

synopsis. hwang y/n and park sunghoon do not like each other. end of story. god knows why (well actually, niki is the only one who knows why). but when they’re put as co-hosts on a radio show, they’re bound to bond.

featuring. enha (duh) NCT DREAM jaemin , RED VELVET yeri, AESPA ningning, LE SSERAFIM sakura, TXT taehyun, HWANG MINHYUN + more

genre. smau duh. fluff, enemies to lovers, a lil bit of angst, crack. there will be written chapters too

warnings. my awful humour, cursing n prolly kys jokes, suggestive, typos, there might be logical errors in time stamps since it’s my first time doing a smau and i’m still figuring out how the apps work LMAO, sunghoon n yn are bit of an assholes ig + will add if there’s something more ++ DISCLAIMER: i started writing it in july 2023 so if theres something like "nct dream cb with istj" yeah. thats why. so ignore all the mixed and illogical stuff connected to that bc i just mentioned stuff that was out at the time of being

started. 6/01/2024

completed. 23/02/2024

taglist. @primoppang ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ocean-minho ,, @s-e-s-a-l-e-n-e ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien ,, @yenqa ,, @eneiyri ,, @aaasia111 ,, @catecita ,, @jebetwo ,, @rubywonu ,, @jiawji ,, @jeongintwt ,, @seunnimg ,, @isawritesss ,, @splat00z ,, @ilovejeongin007 ,, @sasfransisco ,, @saythenameseventeen178 ,, @hyuzaa ,, @flmtunes ,, @nxzz-skz ++++ ask in inbox to be added ! ^_^

a/n. phew. i’m so excited to do that you don’t even know???? hopefully i’ll manage to finish it LOL as i said, it’s my first time doing an actual smau so feel free to send constructive criticism 😪😪 aslo big shoutout to everyone who hyped me up on this ilysm + @vnsux who helped me a lil bit with technical stuff

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎧 ꒱ PROFILES ! y/n and the 6 dancing princesses | enSCAMpen | hwang y/n’s official kpop profile

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎙️ ꒱ MASTERLIST !

01. “devil works hard but hybe works harder”

02. “that was fucking scary my heart is going pitter patter pitter patter”

03. go girl give us nothing 🍅🍅🍅

04. ''wanna hear a joke?''

05. hoodie

06. mark lee

07. do we hear a breakup song?

08. after all this time

09. including mark himself

10. i ate it

11. only for the boba

12. "I WAS NEVER NOT BITCHLESS"

13. "ah shit here we go again"

14. “let’s give them a show”

15. DDAY

#RADIO SILENCE — ( smau )#sunghoon x reader #sunghoon au #sunghoon fluff #enha sunghoon #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #park sunghoon #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon angst #sunghoon series #sunghoon enhypen #enha smau #enha series #enha fluff #enha x reader #enha soft hours #enhypen smau #enhypen series

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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Hi I've been your supporter since the day Im here(I've only been here for 1week) and I really love your bp999 stories.So if you can can I request a Matthew imagine where the mc called him Canada oppa in the final episode and the reader teases him bcs of that thank you very much!

Easy to love (Canada oppa?)

pairing: matthew x reader

genre: canonverse, fluff, lil angst + comfort

tw/tags: very emo at the start more than expected, mayhaps i rewatched episode 12 to get minhyun + matthew speech word per word so here is me citing my reference, tears and crying, ft. seokmae's eomma and noona, stolen kiss, reality of dating an idol

wc: 1456

summary: you and matthew celebrate him making the top 9 but there’s one thing you just can’t let go of.

a/n the poll has spoken haha. first of all, i'm really, really grateful for your support, it gives me such joy to know that my fics are loved. I did intend this to be a bit more humorous when I started your request but it turned into this giant emotional mess, definitely would be happy to do a lighter, more funny part two~ pls enjoy and looking forward to hearing what you think!

Check my pinned for more fics~

“The trainee who will join Zerobaseone in third place….”

You can’t breathe, the air stuck in your chest.

“The trainee who has finally achieved their dream of placing 3rd place in the final Top 9 is…”

Just say it already, dammit.

“Seok Matthew!”

You’re cheering wildly along with the rest of the crowd as Matthew’s shocked expression is blown up on the big screen. As the other trainees surround him, he breaks down and you can’t help tearing up as well.

You’re standing in the section reserved for family, a little bit removed from where Matthew’s mom and sister are. They had insisted you come stand with them but you knew how risky it was. Instead, you’re standing at the side, mask on, choosing to pass as one of the general family members or close friends of the trainees.

His sister turns to you, also teary-eyed and mouths “he did it!” You nod, practically choking back sobs and praying the cameras won’t catch you.

“Trainee Seok Matthew, congratulations. Please come to the front.”

Matthew hugs his fellow trainees one last time before you watch him shuffle forward, still crying. You’re still crying. His mom and sister are still crying as they’re congratulated by the three aunties who you’ve learned are there for Ricky.

As he walks, he glances at the section you’re all standing in, eyes finding you. You manage to shoot a weak thumbs up before he reaches the stage.

“Trainee Seok Matthew captured the hearts of Star Creators from his entrance with his sweet smile.”

It’s not a surprise. He captured your heart first, long before the world got to see that sweet, sweet smile you fell in love with. Matthew was cute and charming and easy to fall for.

“Also his vocals stood out in every performance and helped create a perfect stage.”

But you knew his heart was big and his dreams were bigger. At some point, you were going to have to share him with the world. And you were okay with that. Because Matthew’s talent shines the brightest when he’s performing. You’d give him the world’s biggest stage if you could.

“Trainee Seok Matthew, I sincerely congratulate you for successfully debuting!”

Matthew bows, thanking the MC Hwang Minhyun before looking back at your section. As you subtly wave at him, his face only crumples as he tries to not to sob again. You’re no better, your mask soaked through with how hard you're crying.

Then, the MC says something that will be permanently burnt in your brain forever.

“Yes Canada oppa, Trainee Seok Matthew.”

Despite producing enough tears to create a small puddle, you can’t help but mirror Matthew, nearly doubling over in laughter at the sudden nickname. You’re laughing and crying, truly multitasking at its finest. It’s so perfectly in the moment that you almost don’t catch the second part of the MC’s question.

“How do you feel about achieving your dream of debuting?”

Oh but you’re so clowning him for it later. If he thinks he’s getting away with it, he better think twice.

“I…”

Matthew starts shakily and now you’re back to crying.

“Honestly, this feels like a dream right now. I’ve lost so much confidence recently.”

He’s worried to you over stolen phone calls. What if he failed? What if he didn’t debut? Should he look for a job? Go back to Canada? Thinking about that made you all the more emotional, you tried your best to reassure him but this was an industry that took so much of a person and sometimes left them a shell of themselves. It made them question who they were, what they were worth. It put some of them on a pedestal and let others fall, breaking them apart.

“But my hyungs always took care of me at the dorms and kept telling me that things will go well for me. I couldn't really believe them, but being able to be here now, I am so grateful. Also, the Masters have always encouraged me, so I am grateful to them as well.”

You were grateful for them too. To be there for him, to take care of him when you couldn’t. Your heart squeezed thinking about the months you spent apart, stealing every moment together that you could and shoving it into the recesses of your heart so that no one would take it away from you.

“I have chased this dream for two years. Now, to think that I can finally live my dream everyday, it really feels like a dream. So, I am so happy.”

Matthew was so wide-eyed and in wonder of everything back then. He still is, you think fondly. But there’s a maturity to him now that makes you so proud. He thanks his agency and the program’s staff before turning to your section again.

“My eomma and noona have also come today.”

You watch as his eyes go from them to you and he lets out another sob before apologising, addressing his mom. You can only watch, wishing that you could stand there and comfort her as well. But you love Matthew and this is his dream and you can’t ever bring yourself, for any reason, to take it away from him.

“Eomma, thank you so much for trusting me and letting me come to Korea. I’ve finally made it here, so I will do my best to become a loving and cool son whom you can be proud of.”

God, when will you stop crying?

“I just love you so much, Eomma. I missed you.” And you think he’s done but Matthew doesn’t even breathe. He's still looking at your section but his eyes are only on you as he repeats the sentiment in English.

“I love you and missed you so much.”

His sister shoots you a knowing look as Matthew goes on to thank the Star Creators and wraps up his speech. You wave her away while the cameras follow your boyfriend walking up the stairs. He’s hugging his other group members, so happy, so excited to finally be there.

And you can’t help but smile through your tears.

Because you know how much love Matthew has to give and these boys are incredibly lucky to be on the receiving end of it. You only hope that they’ll love him back. And you know they will, because it’s incredibly hard to not love Seok Matthew.

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The first moment you get is backstage, away from the cameras. You’ve finally agreed to stand with his mom, holding his sister’s hand as you wait for Matthew to wrap up filming. When he walks through the door, all of you are trying your best to not devolve back into a crying mess. You step back, letting him take his time with his family, trying your best to compose yourself.

But by the time he’s in front of you, you can’t help but throw your arms around him. He’s practically holding you up, neither of you wanting to let go. Except you have to at some point. His arms loosen, still holding you but enough so you can face each other. Your lips tremble. You really should say something, anything to keep you from breaking down right in front of him.

“So Canada oppa, is it?”

There’s that smile you know and love.

“Ah really? Is that how you’re going to be?”

“I can’t help it,” you fall back into your easy, comfortable banter, playing with the lapels of his uniform jacket. “It’s iconic really, would be a shame if no one uses it.”

“I missed you.” He says, catching you off guard. “My baby did a lot of crying for me today. Your eyes are still so puffy.”

“You cried too.” You pout at him before letting yourself admit it. “And I really did miss you.”

Matthew looks around, checking for any cameras before he presses a quick kiss to your lips, hands sliding to your waist. This is your life now. He’s not an anonymous trainee anymore. You have to be more careful.

“They’ll give us a few days off before the next official schedule.” he murmurs to you like it’s some grand secret. It probably is, there’s definitely an NDA or two to be signed. “Let’s do something, just us.”

You let yourself smile.

“Okay Canada oppa, text me.”

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you babe?”

“I’m changing your contact name as soon as I get that text.”

You know from now on that it’s not going to be easy for the two of you. But Seok Matthew is easy to love and he chooses to love you. You will get through this.

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kstarvibes · 10 months

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4 Times Kim So Hyun And Hwang Minhyun Came Through For Each Other In Episodes 5-6 Of “My Lovely Liar”

“My Lovely Liar” is such a delightful drama. It’s adorable, healing, and relatively low on angst, though there’s no doubt that a decent amount is approaching. Mok Sol Hee (Kim So Hyun) and Kim Do Ha (Hwang Minhyun) continue to be drawn into each other’s orbit and willing to admit that their relationship is changing. Here’s every moment we loved where they came through for each other! Warning:…

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#Episodes #Hwang #Hyun #Kim #Liar #Lovely #Minhyun #Times

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apcomplexhq · 1 year

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✦ Nome do personagem: Cha Junhwan. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Hwang Minhyun - ex-NUEST. ✦ Data de nascimento: 05/08/1993 ✦ Idade: 30 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Altruísta, afável e atencioso. ✦ Defeitos: Casmurro, apressado e calculista. ✦ Moradia: Asphodel Meadows. ✦ Ocupação: Coordenador Pedagógico na Divine Children's Academy. ✦ Twitter: @JH93AM ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Bem vestido, as vezes com um botão desabotoado, ou meias de cores diferentes, atrasado pro trabalho ou com leite derramado na camisa, na maioria das vezes com cara de sono. Provavelmente não vai te cumprimentar se você gritar de longe porque ele vai estar pensando em outra coisa muito além! Mas isso é só detalhe da paternidade.

TW’s na bio: Câncer e morte.

Biografia:

Cha Junhwan cresceu em uma família amorosa na cidade de Seul, na Coreia do Sul. Desde jovem, ele sempre teve um grande interesse pela educação e o impacto que ela poderia ter na vida das pessoas. Seus pais eram professores respeitados, modelos vividos para seu crescimento, rodeado de um ambiente repleto de livros e discussões sobre aprendizado e, acima de tudo, respeito e amor.

Após concluir o ensino médio, Junhwan decidiu seguir os passos de seus pais e ingressar em um curso de pedagogia na universidade. Embora sua mãe fosse um prodígio na matemática e seu pai um dos melhores e mais procurados historiador, Junhwan tinha a paixão pela pedagogia – mesmo sua primeira opção sendo pediatria. Durante seus anos acadêmicos, Jun se destacou como um aluno dedicado e comprometido, sempre em busca de novas maneiras de tornar a educação mais envolvente e eficaz. Não era só conhecimento, era o amor genuíno pelo o que fazia, tornando tudo aquilo um sonho que chegava ainda mais perto de si.

Logo após se formar, Jun conseguiu um emprego como professor em uma escola primária local. Ele era conhecido por sua abordagem inovadora ao ensino e seu amor genuíno pelos alunos.

No entanto, a vida de Junhwan sofreu uma reviravolta inesperada quando sua esposa, faleceu tragicamente em um acidente.

Na infância, Junhwan, Sophie e Jinhye eram melhores amigos inseparáveis. Eles compartilhavam uma forte conexão e uma amizade profunda, mas o coração de Junhwan sempre foi cegamente apaixonado por Jinhye.

À medida que cresceram, Junhwan e Jinhye começaram a namorar durante a faculdade e, depois de se formarem, decidiram se casar. Eles estavam cheios de esperanças e sonhos para o futuro juntos.

No entanto, pouco depois de dar à luz ao primeiro filho deles, Jinhye foi diagnosticada com câncer em um estado avançado. Essa doença trouxe enormes desafios para o casal, afetando sua vida cotidiana e colocando um peso emocional sobre eles. Junhwan dedicou-se incansavelmente a cuidar de Jinhye e apoiá-la durante esse período difícil, colocando suas próprias necessidades em segundo plano — mesmo que isso resulte em abandonar seu emprego para dedicar-se à sua amada.

A doença de Jinhye colocou uma pressão significativa no relacionamento. Junhwan lutou para lidar com o impacto emocional e físico da situação, enquanto Jinhye enfrentava sua própria batalha pessoal.

Infelizmente, Jinhye não conseguiu superar a doença e, eventualmente, faleceu, deixando Junhwan sozinho com Bobae. O rapaz entrou em um abismo profundo e doloroso, carregado de um peso que não iria embora pela eternidade. Sua única força era Boo. Era por ele que acordava todos os dias, mesmo sendo novo na paternidade, Jun continuava dando o seu melhor, cauteloso em tudo que fazia. Por benção, Bobae era o bebê mais tranquilo e paciente do mundo – Cha tinha uma teoria de que o pequeno não dava trabalho porque sabia que o pai estava doente. O coreano jamais havia deixado sua responsabilidade de lado e, sendo pai solo, daria tudo de si para o filho.

No meio dessa dor, abismo, Cha conseguiu encontrar o seu caminho novamente, tentando se adaptar na nova rotina. Sabia que precisava de apoio – mesmo a terapeuta insistindo toda vez – e sugar o orgulho para ir atrás de sua mãe, foi inevitável. Seus pais já haviam se separado a cinco anos, entretanto, a progenitora continuou com o apartamento na cidade natal do filho e sabia que um dia, ele voltaria para casa – não imaginando a surpresa de ter um neto. No entanto, a mãe apenas ajudava a cuidar de Bobae enquanto Junhwan voltava à ativa em seu trabalho e sonho.

Sua paixão pela educação e o coração puro de Boo que precisava ser protegido, o levou a buscar uma posição de maior responsabilidade, tornando-se Coordenador Pedagógico em uma escola renomada em Gangnam, a Divine Children's Academy. Ele fez ajustes em sua carreira e estabeleceu uma rotina equilibrada para garantir que pudesse passar tempo suficiente com seu filho enquanto ainda exercia suas funções como Coordenador Pedagógico.

Embora tenha passado por momentos difíceis, Junhwan encontrou força em sua paixão pela educação e em ser o melhor pai possível para Bobae. Entretanto, ainda tinha uma rotina a manter e um coração a retomar. Era apenas um novo obstáculo formando um novo Cha Junhwan.

#aceitos #minhyun #junhwan #dc academy

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parkseongwoah · 4 years

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Stay with me - Hwang Minhyun

Hwang Minhyun (nu'est/wanna one) imagine

pairing: hwang minhyun and reader

warning: strip club, guns, mafia

words: 1,713

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The club’s lights were flashing all throughout the place. Different dancers performing on the pole or on a stage.

“Y/N. A customer is requesting a champagne room with one dancer. You’re not dancing so go in there now.” The house mom called over to me where I stood in the corner in front of the changing rooms. “Don’t forget the rules.” She reminded me and I nodded before walking over to the champagne room assigned to me.

The bodyguard opened the door for me and I entered, a bit of excitement and nervousness, hoping to get enough money tonight. The customer looked up from him phone and put it into his pocket. His face was gorgeous. Plump lips were the first thing to catch my attention and after that was his attire. He wore a neat and expensive looking suit with fancy shoes.

His eyes followed me as he sat on the velvet seat while I went to the pole in the middle of the room. He didn’t speak a word, his eyes not showing any emotion. The music started and I started dancing. One leg around the pole and I turned my body upside down, opening my legs into a split.

The first song finished and as the next one started, I got off the pole and walked closer to him. I was able to smell the expensive cologne. Putting my hands on his thighs, I swayed my hips while looking directly into his eyes. His body tensed when I turned around and sat on his lap, doing my best to impress him, getting scared because of his lack of emotion. After a few minutes of dancing, I stand back up, moving my hips and start taking off the bra that kept my breast in place. It’s then that I saw something change in his eyes and a smirk crept onto his lips.

After the third song, I was completely nude. It was hot in the room now and beads of sweat covered his forehead. Dollar bills laid all across the floor and it was only after I started counting them that I noticed that there were only 50$ and 100$ bills. Leaving the club after a few more hours, I recalled his words. “I hope to see you again.”

And sure enough he did. The second time he came back, he wasn’t alone. But it was visible that he wish he were. His companions entered the big private room, stumbling around, almost falling but he walked inside after them still composed. This time I had to dance with two other girls. The two of them mainly trying to get the previous customer’s attention but his eyes stayed glued onto my figure. In that moment I was happy I wore the gold set.

“Minhyun, why do you look so serious? Come on, have fun. Relax man.” His friend called out, nudging his arm. Ah, so that’s his name? The music started and we started dancing.

After three hours, us dancers were all in the nude while the customers had their coats off and sleeves rolled up. They were all good looking, yet my eyes only looked at Minhyun, the way the dress shirt clung to his body, showing his defined muscles. It would make me feel scared the way his eyes scanned my body yet excited at the same time.

The third time we saw each other was completely unexpected. Minhyun’s eyes widened when he saw me and so did mine. It was early in the afternoon, I was coming out of classes and he was coming out of a meeting. Normally, I would’ve acted like I didn’t know the person but here I felt myself inch closer to him, copying his actions. “Hello.” He greeted. I greeted him back, shyly, a contrast to how I am at the club. But before he could say anything more, a familiar figure rushed up to him. “We have a problem, boss needs you. X1 are back.” He said without noticing my presence. Minhyun glared at him and it was only then that he realized I was there. “Hey wait aren’t you-“ “Go to boss I’ll follow you in a second.” He interrupted. The person nodded and left the scene in a sports car. Minhyun looked at me, as if debating on what to do. “I’d like to meet you again. Correctly this time. May I have your number?” He asked, his face void of any emotion. I hesitated but nonetheless cited my number to him and he nodded writing in down. “I’ll contact you. I have to go now. Have a good day and get to where you have to safely.” And just like that, he left.

A couple of days later, I entered the bar where I would be meeting Minhyun. I wiped my hands on the dress I wore before smoothing it out. Nervousness consumed my body which made me confused. How could I feel this way for someone I don’t even know anything about other than his first name. Glancing around the room, I spot his body in the corner of the place. He wore another suit but this time a dark blue one with black stripes and multiple chains hanging off the shoulders. I would lie if I said he didn’t look amazing. Hearing my steps, he looked up from his drink to me and stood up. We greeted each other before I sat down. “Do you want something to drink?” I nodded and he lifted his hand to call over a waiter for a menu.

I finally introduced himself as Hwang Minhyun, twenty-four years old. I wondered what he did as a job but when I asked he simply avoided the question, asking more about me.

As we continued to talk, I was in the middle of answering another one of his questions when a gunshot sound interrupted me. Screams filled the place and Minhyun’s eyes darkened in anger. “Fuck. Duck.” I followed his orders and ducked under the table, wanting to cry but wasn’t able to due to the shock. Minhyun, however, didn’t look sacred and my shock increased as I saw him take a gun out of his jacket. Different men followed his actions and soon enough, different men were pointing their guns at each other, three of them at Minhyun. In the middle of everything, Minhyun crutched down to look at me and extended his arm, “Follow me.” I grabbed his hand, wanting to get away from this place. “Bring her to our place and make sure she doesn’t get hurt or I’ll kill you.” He sternly told a man who came into the bar from the door next to our table. I recognized him as another one of the men that came to the strip club with him.

The man who later introduced himself as Ha Seungwoon drove me to some place and tried to calm me down as tears finally started streaming down my face. “I can’t tell you much because I want Minhyun to do it but just know you’re safe with me. You can trust me.” I nodded and after calming down, I only let out a couple of hiccups.

We arrive at another place and I shook my head and started walking back to the car after realizing that it was the entrance to a club. “No please, can I just wait for Minhyun in your car or can you please bring me home.” Seungwoon doesn’t say anything for a while, “I can bring you to our house where you can safely wait for Minhyun.” I started tearing up again, “I just want to go home.” He looked at me with pity and let out a small ‘sorry’.

“Where is she?” A voice boomed after a door slammed. I look up and stand up from my seat on the couch in the group’s house. I walked out into the hallway and Minhyun instantly calmed down after seeing my face without a trace of injury. He rushed to me and engulfed me in a hug, “I’m so sorry. I’m truly so sorry. I didn’t know this would happen. I’m sorry you had to experience this it’s all my fault.” In a way it was but it was also mine. “I just want to go home and forget about what happened. But only after you answer just one question. Who are you and what happened.” Minhyun tensed up hearing my question. “Y/N, you need to know that once you find out, you have to become part of this. Is that what you really want? If I don’t tell you, you can go back to being a student and working as a dancer.”

I haven’t spoken to MInhyun in three weeks. I was miserable, not being able to see him really messed with my mind. I continued going to college and working at the strip club but everyday just got worse and worse to the point that I decided to text Minhyun to meet up.

“I can’t bare not seeing. I don’t know why, I don’t even know you. But I just know that I need to be able to do so. I’m willing to do anything. Answer my question this time and I will stay with you if that’s what you want.” Suddenly his lips touched mine and I melted in his touch. “I want to have you by my side all the time. I want to be with you. If you want the answer then I will give it to you but you need to understand what happens next.” I nodded and told him I was sure of my decision. “I’m part of a gang. The boys who live here with me are the leaders of the gang. The club and the building are our headquarters. We’re dangerous and are involved in dangerous stuff and with dangerous people. What you saw was another gang trying to take over us. They knew I was coming and tried to kill me. I don’t want you to be part of this but it has to be done. Are you ready?” I nodded and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Minhyun said and I believed him.

#wanna one imagine #hwang minhyun #hwang minhyun imagine #minhyun imagine #wanna one #nu'est #nu'est imagine #mafia au #wanna one mafia #wanna one angst #wanna one smut #wanna one fluff #minhyun fluff #minhyun angst #hwang minhyun fluff #hwang minhyun angst

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hwangdol · 5 years

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h.mh: i’m (not) fine.

part of the We Can’t Be Friends Series

pairing: college!hwang minhyun x fem!reader

note: see, i’m not dead! school has just been a bitch and i haven’t really had any motivation to write but! i finally got hit by lightning and i saw the holy god hwang minhyun. anyways i’m making this into a little series for minhyun because i feel like the story i want is the best express this way. i’m a heavy curser so this also contains a shit ton of curse words. and since this is set as a college!au, there’s gonna be some more mature themes compared to my other fics and the format is a little different.

read the preview to get a little insight (don’t necessarily need to but it would be recommended)!!!

“i’m fine,” you stressed.

your phone was pressed to your check with your shoulder as you placed some of the carrots you selected into a plastic bag, throwing it into your shopping cart once you finished.

“i’m not sure i believe that,” your long-time bestfriend, kim jaehwan, said from the other side.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. it’s been about two months since minhyun’s sudden break-up and you were doing just fine. well, at least that’s what you told everyone.

switching the phone to the other ear, you lazily pushed the shopping cart forwards. it was currently two in the morning and here you were, dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts on a friday night, grocery shopping.

“you’ve barely been out since the two of you broke up!” jaehwan pointed out.

“i’m grocery shopping right now!” you argued back, turning your cart down the juices and drink aisle. jaehwan had a habit of stealing your precious ice yea. “i’m buying vegetables and all of that adult shit.”

“dude, we both know that you’re only grocery shopping because your mom has been nagging you for weeks and you need to have physical proof that you’re a fully-functioning adult, which i might have to add, you’re not.”

“shut up,” you muttered, eyes scanning for your favorite drink. “whose fault is it that i have completely bare cabinets and fridge? you practically inhale all of my food.”

“it’s payment for keeping your depressing ass company when i can do better things with my time.”

“excuse you, i am not depressing, i’m merely sweating from my eyes every night,” you replied back. picking up a pack of your sweetened ice tea, you placed it into the shopping cart. “did you want anything? might as well buy your fat ass something while i’m here.”

“booze.” was jaehwan’s replied. “get the good shit, not the one that tastes like donkey piss.”

“fine, you fucking alcoholic,” you sighed. sadly the alcohol aisle was in another area despite it also being a beverage, which meant that you had to walk even further.

“anyways, how do you feel about going back into the scene again?”

“no,” you quickly replied. “i’m not doing that shit again”

“i’m not talking about being in a serious relationship.”

“what do you mean then?”

“i think it’s time for y/n to return to the hoe life,” jaehwan said. “i’ve been missing my thotty bestie.”

“you really think it’s a good time for me to get blackout drunk every staturday night again?”

“hey, you were the one that said you’re doing fine,” jaehwan countered with your own words. “i think we need to transition out of the i’m-so-sad-i-miss-him phase and into lets-get-fucking-hammered.”

“we?”

“you act like you’ve been going through a breakup alone. this has been a team effort, it's like i’ve been dumped too,” he replied as if if made sense. and according to jaehwan logic, it did.

a small smile picked up the corners of your lips, typical jaehwan.

he was a friend that's been with you through everything little up and down since middle school. despite his blunt words, jaehwan was the first person that you called after the breakup and watch as you went through three pints of strawberry cheesecake ice cream and ten thousand boxes of tissues. not to mention, he even offered to beat your ex-boyfriend up in multiple violent ways.

jaehwan was the best bestfriend you could possibly ask for.

turning the cart into the alcohol aisle, you asked, “what type of booze do you want? the sweet type or the sophisticated one?”

“the one we can pregame with for the party tomorrow” your friend stated.

you opened your mouth to argue, but the words got trapped in your throat once your eyes laid upon a familiar figure debating between two bottles of wine.

“i’m taking your sudden silence as a yes to the party-”

he didn’t seem to notice you yet as he was heavily invested in making a decision between two bottles of wine, so you quickly turned around and stopped in another aisle.

“holy shit,” you breathed out.

“why? did something happen?”

“he’s fucking here right now,” you spilled out.

“who?”

“you know who!” you whispered aggressively in fear that he could hear you. “i just saw hwang minhyun in the alcohol aisle!”

“oh.” he said. “that’s not good.”

“fuck your alcohol jaehwan, i’m going home,” you said, not wanting to return to the aisle next to you in fear of facing the last person you wanted to see right now.

“wait! hold on,” jaehwan argued. “we need the booze so stop being a pussy and listen to me. if he’s buying alcohol at two in the morning, it doesn’t really show that he’s in the best of shape right now so just go for it.”

“jaehwan, did you forget that i’m also going to buy alcohol at two in the morning?” you pointed out. “doesn’t exactly say i’m-doing-perfectly-fine-without-you to me either”

“at least you have a shopping cart full of vegetables to back you up,” jaehwan try to reason. “and the other adult shit you bought.”

“i have a total of two vegetables in my cart, jaehwan.” you said. “not a fucking farmers’ market.”

“just go for it. he’s not someone in your life anymore so it shouldn’t matter what he thinks,” jaehwan reminded you. “i have an essay due at like six so i’m gonna go bs it, but you really need to grow a pair and buy my booze. i’ll see you tomorrow night and you better pull out that one hoe-y dress of yours.”

and the called ended with a small beep.

fuck, you thought to yourself. you contemplated on whether or not you really wanted to face minhyun right now.

maybe you were lying a tad bit when you told everyone that you were okay and that you were doing just peachy without him. maybe it was a small white lie that you told to reassure everyone around you and maybe yourself. maybe you were still in love with him. maybe.

biting on your lip, you finally made the decision to just suck it up and do it. if anything, you could just drown yourself in alcohol tomorrow. a perfect back-up plan, kinda.

when you looked back to the aisle, minhyun was still there, except there was another bottle replacing one of the others you saw in his hands earlier. minhyun had always been particular with his food from what you could recall. actually, from what you know.

perhaps you could just shimmy your way past him (who was standing straight in the middle of the aisle) and perhaps he wouldn’t even notice it. so with some resolve, you charged (not really) forward to get past him to get to where the tequila was.

except, minhyun was a very hypersensitive person that becomes ten times alert once someone enters his little personal bubble. it was something that you once that was endearing and unique, now, it was the bane of your existence.

as you tried to pass by behind him quietly, his head whipped and made eye contact with you.

you froze as minhyun’s eyes widened once he registered who you were.

he opened his mouth to say something, but you muttered a quick excuse me before passing by him. you ignored his stares and the heavy silence as you beelined towards the tequila section.

you quickly placed in two bottles (and maybe a third) and prepared to leave when you heard his small voice you missed so much.

“how are you?”

you bit the inside of your cheek, should you respond?

you did anyways.

“i’m fine.”

you pushed your cart away to quickly escape, wondering exactly who you were saying it too. minhyun? or yourself?

you were a fool to think that you were okay when you were the entire opposite.

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samoyeddaniel-blog · 7 years

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Invisible | Hwang Minhyun - Soulmate Series

genre: slight angst & fluff

member: Hwang Minhyun (ft. Bae Jinyoung)

requested: yes

a/n: thank you anon for requesting! Since I’m also making soulmate series, I’ll just include this one in it! Feel free to request! Hope you like it!

summary: you totally lost hope when the boy you loved found his soulmate, but then you too, found yours.

soulmate au: red string of fate - you can see red string connecting you and your soulmate when you two are close by.

You were about to go to sleep when someone knocked on your window. Knowing who it was, you smiled and excitedly jumped off your bed, walking over to your window. Standing behind the window, on your veranda, was your neighbor and the boy who you’d been in love with for two years, Bae Jinyoung.

Jinyoung moved into the house next to yours three years ago, and since you and him went to the same school, you two became best friends almost immediately. Both of you had the same taste in nearly everything and you had the same interest, so getting closer to him was easy for you. And eventually, after spending so much time together, you fell for him. But sadly, he never saw you more than a friend.

Jinyoung beckoned you to open the window, which you gladly did, and you let him in to your room like usual. He was already wearing his striped pajamas, ready to sleep. You found him really cute in his sleep wear even if it was the sight you saw everyday.

Your room and Jinyoung’s were only a veranda away, which made him develop a habit to jump across the veranda to visit your room every night - sometimes you two only briefly chatted about your day, sometimes about more serious matter.

“Y/N, want to go to the movies tomorrow?” Jinyoung asked, he casually plopping himself down on your bed as if it were his own room. You didn’t mind, though.

“What movie?” you asked, even if you one hundred percent would go with him no matter what kind of movies he chose to watch.

Jinyoung shrugged. “Anything is fine. I just want to go out tomorrow.”

You arched an eyebrow and sat at the chair near your bed. “What’s up?”

You found it unusual for Jinyoung to be wanting to go out. He was a homebody just like you. You two rarely went out of your house and enjoyed being at home a lot - playing video games or watching dvds. So there must be something bothering him.

“Daehwi just found his soulmate this morning.” Jinyoung sighed deeply. There’s a hint of jealousy in his voice and that made your heart sink.

Jinyoung always mentioned how much he wanted to meet his soulmate and it pained you because it meant he didn’t even look at you. It kept reminding you that you would never have a chance with him. Your heart broke everytime he said anything about soulmate. And it made you think how nice it would be if you two were soulmates.

With a forced smile, you said bitterly, “So you want to search for yours too tomorrow.”

Jinyoung nodded. “Yeah. If I stay at home, I will never find her. You should try going out more too. Who knows you might find your soulmate once you do.”

You wanted to say, But you’re the one I love. I don’t need any soulmates. However, you ended up only saying, “You’re right.”

***

You had been waiting at the park where you two had promised to meet for more than an hour and Jinyoung was nowhere to be seen. Getting worried, you tried to call him, but no matter how many times you called, he wouldn’t pick up. You reassured yourself by thinking that he might have overslept or something like that and decided to wait a little bit longer.

Two hours passed and there’s still no news from Jinyoung. So you called him again and finally, he picked up your call. “Sorry, Y/N. I was.. uh… preoccupied.”

“It’s okay,” you said. The most important thing was that Jinyoung was fine.

“And I’m really sorry that I have to cancel today’s hangout.” Jinyoung sounded really distracted.

“Jinyoung, what happened? Where are you?” you asked worriedly.

“Y/N, I found my soulmate,” Jinyoung exclaimed happily. “And she’s awesome! I’ll tell you everything at your room tonight. Later.”

And just like that, Jinyoung hung up the call. At an instant, you felt your heart shatter. You finally knew how real heartbreak felt like. You could literally feel someone stabbing a knife into your chest and twisting it repeatedly. It hurt so much that you were sure you had never felt a pain this hurt.

Tears began rolling down your cheeks and after you sat down on an empty bench in a park, you buried your face in your hands and sobbed as quietly as possible, since you were in public place.

You felt your phone vibrate and you took it out to see there’s a message from Jinyoung. He’d sent you a selfie of him and his soulmate along with a caption: This is her! Beautiful, isn’t she? I feel as if I hit a jackpot. I’m so lucky.

Without replying, you shoved your phone back into your pocket and buried your face in your hands again, crying even louder. You didn’t even care that people were staring at you. It hurt so much that you didn’t know what to do to ease the pain besides crying yourself out.

You were too busy crying that you didn’t realize someone was standing before you.

“I finally found you,” he said while panting heavily as if he’d just run a marathon.

Taken aback, you retracted your hands from your face and the sight took your breath away. There’s a visible red string tied around your right pinky finger, connecting to the right pinky finger of the stranger who’s standing in front of you. Your eyes followed the string and then you lifted your gaze to finally meet his eyes.

You’d always heard from people around you that the red string would only visible if you were close enough with your soulmate. You couldn’t believe that you were seeing the same red string as the one they’re talking about.

He smiled to you as you looked at him. He was so mindblowingly handsome that you were momentarily stunned. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere. Where have you been this whole time?”

You instinctively apologized. “I’m sorry. I like to stay at home. That’s probably why the red string wasn’t visible until now.”

“It’s fine,” he said gently, crouching down so you two were eye level. “Now that I’ve found you, I would never take my eyes off you.”

The words he’d just said were supposed to be sweet, but your heart was still aching because of Jinyoung.

“So, you’re my soulmate,” you said, still not believing yourself that you found yours. But you weren’t that elated, because you met him at the worst timing possible - when you’d just experienced the worst heartbreak in your life.

“My name is Hwang Minhyun,” Minhyun introduced himself, then he raised his left pinky finger, showing the red string. “I’m your soulmate, as you can see.”

“I’m Y/N.” You weren’t as excited as Minhyun about this whole soulmate thing, so you thought you should at least be honest with him. “Sorry, Minhyun. But, I’m really not in the mood for this.”

You could see Minhyun’s bright face turn sad at your remark and you felt really awful, because Minhyun was nice. And also, because he’s your soulmate.

“I know. I can understand,” Minhyun said sadly, making you even more terrible. “I’ll leave you alone if you want to.”

Unable to contain the guilty feeling, you sighed. “It’s alright. You can stay.”

Minhyun took a seat beside you on the bench. There’s a few minutes silence, before he suddenly started singing. Bewildered, you snapped your head towards him. However, even if you’re staring at him with questioning gaze, he didn’t seem like he would stop, so instead, you closed your eyes and listened carefully to his singing.

His voice was breathtakingly beautiful. If he said that he was a singer, you would probably believe him. He was that skillful. The song was really calming. It made you forget about your heartbreak and let the melody heal you. Though the pain was still there, it was now bearable.

After Minhyun ended the song, you automatically clapped your hands and cheered, catching him off guard.

You shook your head in disbelief as you complimented him. “Wow. Your voice is amazing, Minhyun. You should debut as a singer. I’ll be your number one fan.”

Minhyun scratched the back of his head shyly. “Thank you. Do you think so? Then I will consider debuting.”

You gave him a smile. “Thanks a lot, Minhyun. I really appreciate it.”

And the two of you started talking about your life before you met each other - your hobbies, your favorite food, your favorite movies, etc. The more you knew him, the more you're interested in him. You barely knew him but it felt like you'd known him since forever. It seemed as if you're drawn to him by an invisible force.

You didn't know how, but you were certain that you would be happy if you were with him. It's probably because of your bond with him - the unbreakable and powerful bond called soulmate. The longer you looked at him, the more you wanted to know about him. It's like you're automatically attracted to him. Your heart was telling you that he was the right one for you. Jinyoung's place in your heart was gradually taken over by Minhyun, which told you that the feeling you had for Jinyoung might only have been a mere crush, not true love.

If this was what soulmate all about, then you wanted to experience it. You wanted to know the happiness everyone felt when they were with their soulmate. You wanted to be happy.

“I saw you crying earlier.” Minhyun hesitated before continuing, "Do you mind telling me what's making you sad?"

"My crush found his soulmate," you said matter-of-factly. It's a little bit hurt when you said it out loud, but the pain disappeared almost immediately, as if it no longer mattered to you.

"Oh." Minhyun's face fell when he learnt that you already had someone you loved.

"But I found mine too."

Minhyun was now looking at you expectantly, curious about what you're about to say.

"People said that soulmate is the person who will make you feel complete, soulmate is the person who suits you best. I want to find out whether it's true or not."

Minhyun's eyes lit up in an instant. "So you're going to give me a chance?"

"Sure do." You then looked at your pinky finger and the red string that was dangling between you and him. "I just want to know if there's a way to make the red string invisible in our eyes."

Minhyun took your hand in his, shortening the distance between you two, so that the red string automatically shortened itself and it was concealed between your intertwined fingers. "Is this better?"

Your hand felt right in his and a smile crept onto your face. "A lot better."

a/n: argh I don't know what I'm writing. I hope you don't find it weird.

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fluff #wanna one angst #hwang minhyun #nu'est #nu'est minhyun #hwang minhyun scenarios #nu'est scenarios #nu'est imagines #hwang minhyun fluff #hwang minhyun angst #hwang minhyun imagines

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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　　　misc masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick

　　　　hwang minhyun

crush on the track

genre: fluff. racer!au. | wc: 2.2k.

i wish you could hear my lullaby ⋆˙⟡

genre: angst. | wc: 1.1k.

　　　　park jihoon

snooze ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 740.

[1:41pm]

genre: fluff. timestamp | wc: 472.

favourite

genre: fluff. | wc: 783.

park jihoon bf texts

genre: fluff. crack. smau.

hold you forever ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. dad jihoon. | wc: 900.

distractions ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 941.

　　　　kim woojin

purple sky

genre: fluff. | wc: 1.3k.

your warmth ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 527.

kiss you to sleep ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 1k.

　　　　lee jaewook

in every universe (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 431.

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kpopsfic · 2 years

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ghost of you ꩜ kang dongho

pairing: kang dongho x gender neutral reader

genre: schizophrenic!dongho, heavy angst

warnings: mental illness (schizophrenia & depression), i am not a doctor and wrote this to the best of my ability

word count: 1.02k

written by: tiff

description: kang dongho is left behind by the person he dreamed of spending the rest of his life with for reasons he has yet to discover, only to be disappointed when he uncovers the truth.

a/n: in honor of nu’est and the love i hold for them, i decided to post this. although they’re officially disbanded now, please be sure to give them lots of love and support on their most recent release: 다시, 봄

Tears raced down the delicate skin of Dongho’s cheeks as he fell to his knees in front of you, his long-term partner, and reached out to him. His vision was blurry and his lungs felt as if they were going to collapse in on themselves the moment he let out another mangled cry.

“Please, don’t do this,” Dongho cried out, his fingers curled around the sleeve of your sweater, “I don’t know if I can survive without you.”

You paused for a moment, your hand on the doorknob, heart twisting around in your chest. You sighed, gently shaking Dongho’s loose grasp on the soft fabric free, “I have to go. I can’t stay here anymore, love.”

Dongho’s voice cracked as he whispered, “but, why? What did I do wrong?”

“It’s nothing you did,” you began, crouching down to be level with Dongho’s shaking frame, “but I can’t tell you the reason why I’m going. You’ll figure it out in your own time.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Dongho exclaimed. You brushed some of the stray tears off of the older boy’s cheeks.

“It won’t for a while, but I promise you, when the time comes, you’ll learn. You’ll be able to accept it. For now, you just need to learn how to cope without me.”

With that, you rose to your feet and walked out into the night, never bothering to look back.

—

They say people learn to get over heartbreak, that there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel during every breakup. But that certainly was not the case for Kang Dongho. Many nights he found himself tossing and turning in the sheets, longing for your gentle touch, or staying up for days on end doing absolutely nothing except for crying.

Three months have passed now since the love of his life walked out with no rhyme or reason, and Dongho was still trying to make sense of it all. But no matter what scenario or event came to his head, nothing added up right. He often found himself tugging angrily at his hair.

The same night that you left, he began writing letters. Ones with words of his love for you. How beautiful you are and how brightly you shine compared to the rest of the stars in the sky. Reminiscing on the good memories he had, like the time that you tried making pancakes for him and ended up almost burning the house down.

But he also wrote letters that were stained with tears, where the ink was smudged from his shaky hands or lost track of where his sentences were going. They were never filled with anything hateful, but rather with confusion, hurt, and anger.

Why? Why did you decide to leave him when he thought he needed you the most? Why did you hesitate before you walked through the door? Where were you now? Was the address he was writing on the envelopes even correct?

He always mailed them out, but he never once got a response. Every time he stepped foot into the post office, the clerks looked at him with sympathy. Whether it be because of the way his cheeks were sunken in or how his eyes were always swollen from constantly sobbing, he didn’t know. He just hated the stares.

Now, he was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed, and wide awake. His hands were clasped over his stomach, glossy eyes trained on the ceiling, and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.

It was your two year anniversary.

The moment he woke up, he couldn’t help but think about you and where you were going. Your sweet words rang through his head, which only gave him a migraine in the end. He couldn’t bear the thought of doing anything for the day. He almost wished he could sleep forever.

But he couldn’t. He refused to waste the day when instead, he could be making your favorite meal and celebrating on his own, whether you were there or not. Maybe after doing so, he would feel better. He could certainly hope.

A little later, he found himself at the dinner table, staring at your empty seat behind the vase of morning glories he picked up from the store earlier while quietly spooning cajun pasta into his mouth. He huffed a defeated sigh, allowing the fork to fall from his hand onto the table with a bang.

Pushing himself away from the table, he walked to what used to be your shared bedroom without bothering to clean up the mess he’d made. He sank down onto the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped, and buried his face in his hands. Was this ever going to get easier?

Just as he was about to lay down, he was able to hear your daily reminder in his head, “be sure to take your medicine, Dongho, it’s important.”

Absently, he grabbed the pill bottle off of his nightstand and stared at the label. Olanzapine. He knew his doctor told him what it was for, but he didn’t understand why. The label never indicated anything either.

Allowing his curiosity to get the best of him, Dongho typed in the name of his medicine on his phone and scanned over the definition of what it was used to treat.

Olanzapine can be used to treat mental disorders such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.

Dongho tilted his head at the word ‘schizophrenia.’ He was almost positive that’s what his doctor told him he had, but he couldn’t remember. He continued on with another search.

Schizophrenia is a chronic brain disorder that affects less than one percent of the population. When schizophrenia is active, symptoms can include delusions, hallucinations, and trouble with thinking.

Upon reading the definition, Dongho threw his phone across the room, a loud yell ripping at his lungs as fresh, hot tears stung at his eyes. This is what you meant when you said he would figure it out on his own. This is what you meant when you didn’t answer his questions. This is why you left him in the first place.

You were never real to begin with.

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ninikyuwuuuexe · 3 years

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Pairings: Hwang Minhyun x Reader

Genre: Angst

Plot: attending to his group's fan meeting event after you broke up a year ago

A/N: this one's a short drabble from what I've imagined, please bear it with me 😩

"What the hell is this? You called for so many times. You were aware that I'm at the studio." He shouted as he entered your unit. You waited, stayed up until midnight just to get shouted at by him. But you remained calm, knowing that raising your voice at him won't make any things better.

You were walking on the sidewalk, reminiscing the old days, past memories, and the youthful you. You unknowingly smiled bitterly, remembering the days you both used to fight but couldn't let the night pass without making up.

"You planned this for me?" He said and gave you a warm, embracing hug. You were happy for sure. You succeeded on surprising him on his birthday, planning alongside his group mates, getting everything organized until everything's ready. You let yourself melt in his arms, hugging him tightly before giving him a peck on his cheeks.

You also remembered the sweet scenarios you lived and loved. You couldn't resist every single thing from him. You adored him, protected him, and loved him truly. Everything felt so good and true. You forgot the everything is temporary.

"Let's break up." He mutterd before walking away, leaving you alone, in the verge of tearing up. He left you with no explanation, walking past the exit of the cafe as you stared at him, dumbfounded.

And now, you've recovered from the heartache. You learned to never give a permanent feelings to a temporary person. You lose your petals but you gained some thorns.

And now, no more tears. You exhaled a sharp breathe as you get closer in line. Hundreds, even thousands of people attended their fan meet and you were included in the mentioned crowd. You were excited, nervous, happy, you ain't sure what to feel anymore.

You watched as the group interacted with the fans seated in front of them. You couldn't wait for your turn but your breathing almost stopped as he stared directly at you, his dark brown eyes staring deep into your orbs as your heart pounded rapidly. Your hand came up to your chest, clutching tightly on the top of your blouse, trying almost anything to get you back to reality as your mind twisted into a angsty reality.

You exhaled deeply, calming yourself before the security guard let you free as you were next in line.

You walked onto the stage and he was the first you saw. He was seated seated fourth from you. You ignored him until it was his turn.

"Can you sign this for me?" You smiled as you handed him your copy of their newest album. You tried to keep yourself together while your hands betrayed you, trembling in cold. This is your first encounter with him after you broke up and you weren't sure what to do.

"Of course." He smiled sweetly, enough to make you remembered your shared memories with him. You both could've been together. You supporting him as an artist, cheering him up on his concerts, surprising him at their studio, and giving him gifts on occasions. But fate wasn't at your side at the moment.

After he gave you back your own merchandise, you handed him a gift wrapped neatly and a red ribbon tied on top of it. It was an Optimus Prime figurine that costs dollars on Amazon. It was his favorite, you were sure. You need not to think twice whether you'll buy that figurine or not, you just wanted to give him something as a sign of gratitude towards him.

He was taken back but still accepted the gift you handed to him. He stared at you, admiring what he lost. He observed how your eyes shine brightly and how your lips curled up as you smiled sincerely towards him. Hmow could his life had been if he didn't needed to end your relationship together.

His eyes never let you go, not paying attention on the fan in front of him. He was captured and captivated by your presence, just like how he first met you. How he wishes you both could start over again.

You could still support him, cheer him up on his appearance at variety and reality shows, give him some boost when he's feeling down.

You could still love him,

but only as his fan,

and not his girlfriend anymore.

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luv-minhyun-world · 4 years

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Hello everyone :) Please do read my Minhyun x reader social media AU on wattpad! The genre is best friends to lovers <33 You'll also see produce kids in the AU hehehehe thank you so much ❤

#minhyun #minhyun social media au #minhyun text #minhyun scenario #minhyun imagine #social media au #best friends to lovers #nu'est #nu'est scenario #wanna one #kpop #hwang minhyun #minhyun x reader #minhyun fluff #minhyun angst

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dat-town · 5 years

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once upon a love

Characters: Minhyun & You

Setting: fantasy au inspired by Minhyun’s Universe & Nu’est’s Bet Bet MVs

Genre: angsty romance

Summary: Once upon a time there was a flourishing kingdom with loyal servants and a princess beloved by all. But the Golden Age couldn't last forever, the peaceful rule was washed away by the Night Mistress' dark magic. People had no choice but to quiver under her rule, otherwise she would have turned them into dust like she did with the late King and Queen. From the royal family only the young princess survived thanks to the court of High Knights who took her to another realm to make sure she grows up healthy and strong away from the new Queen's evil powers and the kingdom frozen in time. This is her story. Your story.

Or: You who shouldn't have fallen in love. Neither of the two of you: not him, not you. But it happened and unbeknownst to you it could bring the doom of your heritage, a kingdom you had no memories of because they were all filled with him, him, him.

Words: 11k

For my dear @lily-blue! ♥

(Yeah I know I haven’t posted in ages but I hope you’ll all like this and give some love to this loveable boy and his talented band.)

You met him on a rainy day, walking on the riverbank on your way home from work. You clutched onto your umbrella as if your life depended on it even though your Converse shoes were already soaked since the early summer rain turned the streets into seas. Or maybe the skies merely cried upon seeing such a magnificent being as him, looking too perfect to be real.

You were in a rush, speeding up your steps to catch the next bus in hopes of saving yourself from catching the cold in the sudden heavy downpour. However, at one point you lost your balance over the slippery road and you would have fallen if it wasn't for him, a stranger with eyes that could represent the universe.

“Are you alright?” he inquired and even his voice was soothing and gentle, not just his touch on your elbow and the small of your back. He caught you and you were already starstruck in that moment looking at him as if he stepped out of a dream. There was something vaguely familiar about him but you couldn't pinpoint what it was. You just blinked up at him, both of you soaking wet and the raindrops on his eyelashes fluttered as he found your gaze on him.

“Yes, I– Thank you,” you whispered, voice faint in the drumming sounds of raindrops meeting the concrete ground.

“Careful,” the young man, barely older than you, smiled a small smile, eyes filled with warmth that made you long forget about the cold shivers running down your spine as he helped you stand steady on your feet again.

His warning echoed in your head replaying like a broken record. It reminded you of fresh green fields, scratched knees and tree climbing competitions. A kind voice saying Careful, Princess right behind your back.

You didn't stop wondering how come you suddenly remembered something you had no recollection of because in that moment your bus arrived and you made a choice in a split second. You thanked him again and then hopped on the bus watching him disappear in the distance, under the rainfall. After all you were told from a young age that you shouldn't talk with strangers. But why he didn't feel like one?

He found you again a week later in your favourite art café asking whether the other chair at your table was free to take. You called this fate, destiny, swearing even the stars aligned for you but little did you know that it wasn't coincidence, he was looking for you. But when he finally found you he couldn’t make himself tell you what he was supposed to.

Instead he told you that his name was Minhyun and that he came from far far away. Before you knew it you offered to show him around which he gladly accepted and this is how the inevitable started. You took him to your favourite places in town, telling him stories about you growing up, doing this or that at every possible corner. You had a lot to say and yet he never seemed bored listening to your rants. He rather wore a content, fond look on his face whenever you caught him staring.

“Yah, look at the palace, not me!” you scolded him playfully and brushed a lock behind your ear as you pointed at the highest tower of the fairytale-like place.

“As you wish, Princess,” he smiled and at his teasing you knew you shouldn't have told him about your childhood fantasy. Whenever you came here with your parents you liked to pretend to be a princess living in a palace like this. They must have found it cute to let you wander around like that. Just like Minhyun found this childish game amusing.

“Stop it,” you hit him absentmindedly in the chest, just out of a joke, a smile still present on your lips while despite his words he hadn't taken his eyes off you. Your hand brushed against his as you let it fall by your side and you only realized then how close you stood.

“Stop what?” he whispered in a quiet, deep voice and you couldn't tell whether he was just messing with you or he seriously wasn't aware of the effect he had on you. Come on, he made you blush more often than not and that wasn't an easy thing to do! You took a deep breath, watching your own miniature reflection in his coffee dark eyes before answering.

“Just stop it if you don't mean it,” you told him colder than you intended. Stop making me fall for you if you will leave eventually.

Because he said he would, that he has some business to do but then he will go home. You both knew it and maybe that was the cause of the guilt blooming in his eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbled taking a step back and you swallowed the bitterness in your throat as you forced yourself to fill the awkward silence with the history of this palace. Although both of your thoughts danced around something else because he realized the mistake he made and you didn't know what to do with the mysteriousness surrounding him.

However, you had no idea that the more time he spent with you, the more he forgot about where he came from and why. Exactly how your memories of that other world faded once you stayed on Earth for good. As he was running out of time, your Kingdom was closer to its ruin than ever.

Warm summer days soon turned into colourful autumn leaves falling all around. The season of withering, the time of goodbyes. However, you didn't want to think about that. You wished to enjoy Minhyun's presence as much as you could without worrying about the future. And somehow, around him, it was easy to forget that you weren't meant to be. Maybe he felt the same way and that's why he stuck around. Playing hide and seek in the Palace Garden, long walks on the riverside, coffee dates and falling asleep to his voice while he was reading aloud a passage from the book he was currently interested in has become normal during the last few weeks and it tasted like a sweet, glittery dream you didn't want to wake up from. But no dream could last forever.

If anyone asked you would have admitted it was your fault. It was you who overstepped that invisible border between what was allowed and what wasn't. There were no written rules, no warning, only your heart aching with something akin to heartbreak.

"Minhyun," you called out since you liked the way the syllables of his name danced atop of your tongue. You liked the melody in it and the way he whipped his head towards you whenever you called for him.

He was seated beside you, seemingly immersed in the book in his hands before looking up, turning his coal black eyes full of warmth on you. His hair has gotten longer, you realized, it was hanging low into his forehead by now and you had the urge to brush it away. He hummed, questioningly, probably at the long, unnecessary pause while you just couldn't avert your eyes, fingers itching to touch.

"Is everything okay?" he asked softly, voice gentle and soothing, you felt your insides melt. Damn, you tried so hard not to fall for him, but it seemed like you wasn't trying hard enough. Because here you were dealing with all these feelings inside. Without them, it would have been so easy to laugh it off, to casually ask how long he was planning to stay. But instead you leaned forward, half your body weight over him, brushing his fringe aside, fingertips sliding across his forehead in a barely there manner.

There was a moment then, of holding your breath back, when neither of you moved. In that moment you saw sunsets over an azure sea, a white marble balcony with blue roses over the walls and a golden chandelier, its flames reflecting on the dress you wore. For a moment you wondered whether it was a fever dream awake or another memory buried deep in your mind. But a moment later you lunged forward, pressing your lips over his soft ones.

You froze right away, a part of you expecting to be pushed away but it didn't happen, not at all.

"Princess," Minhyun sighed into the seam of your lips sounding already breathless and his tone was nowhere near playful this time.

Closing your eyes you pressed closer and a few seconds later Minhyun's palm slid to the back of your neck keeping you there, thumb stroking your jawline as he kissed you back. Being in his arms felt like the embrace of silk and heaven, his lips tasting like the sweetest honey and with one kiss you were his and he was yours.

It was easy being in love with Minhyun, or at least you thought so in the beginning. Nothing much changed aside from the fact that now you walked hand in hand, greeted each other with kisses, and you could be as cheesy as you wanted, Minhyun was always ready to give you the hugs you needed.

After the first time you slept over at his place, a small but cozy rented studio apartment in the downtown, you just lied in his bed in the morning, his bare chest fitting close to your back while you played with his fingers.

"Your hands are always so cold," you came to the conclusion as you tried to warm him up by blowing hot air on it and closing your own hands around it.

"It's alright. It's cold where I came from," he said, lips grazing over your shoulder pressing butterfly kisses onto the sensitive skin. When he felt you shudder, he rested his chin there, breath tickling the crook of your neck as he talked. "It wasn't always like that though. It used to be such a beautiful place with warm sunshine, evergreen fields and a sea made for sail."

"What happened?" you furrowed your brows, asking tentatively because there was always a kind of sadness in his voice when he talked about his home. You were sure he made painful memories there, so you didn't dare to ask him to show you pictures of it or ask too much about it at all. You were glad that he brought it up by himself this time.

"The new monarch doesn't care about anything else but power, she cares the least for her people and the nature giving its all,," Minhyun said and he sounded so much more than just a boy in his twenties. He talked as if he had seen empires rise and fall.

"It sounds sad," you mumbled, squeezing his hand in reassurance and pressed small kisses onto his knuckles.

"It is but hopefully it's about to change. Her reign is soon coming to an end," he claimed and this was the first time you realized his fish tank lacked fish just like his voice lacked full enthusiasm. There was something he didn't tell you but you didn't push him and that was just another one on the list of your mistakes.

Leaves fell and fell until the trees were left alone and Minhyun started to wear turtlenecks, fluffy sweaters and scarves you loved burying your nose into because they all smelled like him. As the weather turned worse you noticed him being more anxious than ever. You guessed it reminded him of that cold home of his. Partly to wash his homesickness away, partly because they have been urging you to, you prompted for Minhyun to come back home with you and meet your parents. You saw the hesitance in his eyes at the request but before you could start finding excuses for yourself, he smiled, fondled your cheek and agreed.

The meeting went more smoothly and less awkward than you expected it to be. Your parents welcomed Minhyun with open arms, telling stories about your teenage years. Somehow you would have expected them to interrogate the boy asking what he was doing for a living, where he was from but here was nothing like it. You were a bit relieved, but found it a bit odd. It became even more suspicious when you went to gather your boyfriend and your father for dinner and you caught a part of their conversation.

"Unbelievable, it's been 12 years and you haven't changed at all," you father mused out loud and you heard he tapped Minhyun's face in awe. "So is it true? She-"

"It's all true," the boy sighed and you had no idea what, or who, they were talking about.

"So it's time then? For her to go back?" Your father sounded concerned.

"Yes. The Knights have messaged," Minhyun said firmly, voice tensed and his confession hung in the air like the sword of Damocles threatening to fall.

It was your mother's voice that startled the men and they jogged down the stairs without finishing the convo. You said nothing when Minhyun asked what's wrong but on your way home, arms linked while walking you couldn't stay silent.

"It was better than I expected. Almost as if they have known you all their life," you remarked carefully paying attention to Minhyun's facial expressions. He didn't even bat an eye.

"Almost," he agreed in a heartbeat and your heart churned. Something was really off.

But there was no way for you to know that 12 years ago a young, childless married couple offered to take the princess to safety, it was Minhyun, looking nothing younger than now, who sent you three off and now he came for you.

You knocked on his door and left him texts but he didn't answer. You started to worry, so you took the extra key from under the empty pot near his doorstep and stepped into his apartment.

"Minhyun?" you called out for him as you walked inside. You didn't want to startle him in case he was just distracted but his apartment seemed lonely and eerily quiet. Only when you turned on the light you saw it.

His body on the ground.

"Minhyun!" you cried out rushing towards him and kneeling down beside his unconscious body. You took his face into your hands and hissed at how cold he was. You tried to gently shake him awake after you checked his pulse but it seemed to be in vain. You had no idea what had happened to him and panicking you were just about to call the ambulance when someone else burst through the entrance door.

"Stay put, he will be alright," the elder man reassured you as he checked the boy's body temperature. He looked like as if it wasn't the first time be had done it. It was both a relief that he would be alright but also worrisome. Was this a usual thing? Why didn't you know about it?

"What happened to him?" You inquired as the man put a pillow under Minhyun's head.

"Human bodies aren't made to take so much dimension travelling." The old man grumbled, he sounded angry but not at you but the boy for being so careless. His words made no sense to you.

"What? What does that even mean?" You required answers, you needed them but the man wasn't so keen on providing them himself. It wasn't his secret to share anyway.

"Ask him once he awakens. It shouldn't take more than a few hours," he told you and as fast as he came he disappeared too.

You let out a deep sigh and took a big breath. It wouldn't have done anything good to panic, it wouldn't have helped Minhyun. So you tried to calm down and sitting on the floor cross-legged you stayed by his side. You were there for him and you realized how much you would have given for him to be alright.

"Princess…" he whispered in his dream but from the crease and sweat on his forehead it seemed to be a nightmare. You weren't even surprised anymore when he called you by this affectionate nickname, you rather got used to it.

"I'm here," you told him not caring if he didn't hear you as you took his hand in yours.

As if it only took the physical contact, memories that weren't supposed to be yours flooded your mind. And for the first time you saw him in them too.

"Come on, Princess, you can do it. Jump. I'll catch you," Minhyun promised with a cheeky smile on his eternally youthful features. He looked just like now, maybe a bit more tanned while your high voice and petite body was like a child's in this scene.

"Promise?"

"Promise. I'll always catch you," he said confidently as wind brushed past you, it felt more like a dream than a memory.

It wasn't supposed to blow up like this. You weren't supposed to get so mad over his temporary sickness and him being secretive about it. You tried to keep it in in order to be the supportive girlfriend you've always wanted to be but all your suspicions came back all at once when while searching for medicine you found a very talented drawing of yourself in his cabinet. A drawing of your 10-something-year-old self sitting in some kind of garden that looked magical even on that drawing. It just didn't make sense. So when Minhyun, while eating the soup you made for him, avoided your questions about his fainting you put it down onto the table.

“What is it? Why do you have a drawing of me from when I was a child?”

Minhyuk just stared at the picture for a few long seconds then took a long, deep breath and looked you in the eyes. There was something cold and resigned in those always warmth-filled eyes.

“I know your don't remember but we used to know each other when you were a child,” he said and you found his wording weird, why didn't he say when we were children?

“We did? That's why my parents seemed to know you?” you furrowed your brows and okay, that was reasonable even if you forgot about him. You didn't understand how could you but still. You were patiently waiting for more explanation but when Minhyun dropped the bomb you weren't ready.

“They aren't your real parents.”

Astonished you blinked at him not quite believing you heard it right.

“What did you just say? How dare you...”

“You know I'm not from around,” he interrupted you trying to speak in a calm manner but it didn't help your jittery heart. “But you aren't either. You are the Princess of Edelaine,”

“You're crazy if you thought I believe this nonsense. Princess hah. you must still have a fever dream,” you shook your head violently. You refused to believe it.

That your childhood memories were made up or altered. That your parents weren't really your parents, just loyal commoners of Edelaine who took care of you on Earth after your royal parents' death. That you were not who you thought yourself to be. Edelaine, such a place didn't even exist. It made no sense.

And yet it did as you remembered all those flash-like vivid pictures produced by your mind. But you couldn't take it so you ran.

He tried to stop you at first but then he let you go. He left a thousand messages in the first day but that stopped too. You weren't sure he gave up or just decided to give you space and time to think things through but eventually you calmed down, recollected yourself. You even visited your parents, who probably heard the recent event from Minhyun and they confessed, telling you they aren't your biological parents but they loved you as if they were. When you asked them about this nonsense thing they said you should talk it out with Minhyun, so you really had no choice. Since you knew it was something you really had to discuss with the boy, you asked him to meet you in the café you first talked.

“Who are you? For real,” you posed the very first question once you both ordered and sat down at a corner table.

Minhyun had this firm, determined look on his face but his eyes were scared as if it might be the last time he could see you. No matter the confusion and betrayal you felt it scared you too.

“I am Minhyun, a High Knight of Edelaine,” he spoke up, voice quiet but confident. It was easy to tell that he was proud of his title. But then a heavy-hearted sigh came. “I am guilty of failing my mission to bring you back before the autumn equinox to the Kingdom which you are the rightful heir of. Furthermore I am also guilty of developing feelings for you despite being fully aware of the positions we are in.”

It was an unsaid I love you, you knew it well and yet it hurt, that he called his love something against the law.

“You should know that I don't care about status,” you remarked instead of inquiring further about his mission. So it wasn't destiny that had you meet that day, he carefully planned your encounter, he wanted to get close to you from the beginning. And now he says he wasn't supposed to fall in love? Then how could you not fall with him?

“But I do and your people will also care when you go back,” Minhyun said with a grimace and you noticed he said when and not if. He was so sure you would leave everything you know behind to live in a place with an evil ruler and a never-ending winter.

“Then let's not go back!”

“Why do you think I didn't bring it up? Why do you think I prolonged the days I could spend with you?” Minhyun sounded downright desperate and he avoided your eyes as he confessed: “Because I knew once we go home and if we survive the battle you will take the throne and marry a prince,”

So that's why he failed his mission...

“I don't want to!” you raised your voice. You didn't care about being a princess and there was no way you would marry for politics. But Minhyun wasn't so liberal with his way of thinking.

“That's your obligation, just it is mine to take you back. We can't let Edelaine be ruined in the hands of a tyrant. This is a sacrifice we must make,” he said and you never heard him talk like this, with such a lack of emotions in his voice.

“But why? Why can't we just stay here and love each other?”

Your question was followed by dead silence. Minhyun's dark eyes bore into yours. You could feel your heart threatening to shatter into small pieces as he talked.

“I… I'm sorry but I can't... You will understand once you return home, you will remember why Edelaine is worth saving...” he tried to reason but you didn't let him finish.

“But my home is here now. I won't go anywhere. Stop asking me to,” you stood up abruptly because you didn't want to hear about it.

“Princess...”

“Stop calling me that too. And that's an order if you take it.”

And he took it. Minhyun left the realm that night alone to face with the court himself.

A few days later, out of which you regretted your hasty actions on the second one but Minhyun was nowhere to be found anymore, someone else came for you.

“Princess!” A guy in his twenties, a bit older than Minhyun, with nicely styled hair called for you on the streets and you turned to him with furrowed brows.

“Who are you?”

The guy bowed politely.

“I am Aron, a High Knight of Edelaine,” he introduced himself and suddenly you were fed up with knights and fairytale like stories.

“They sent another? I told Minhyun I wo-”

“The Queen ordered to execute Minhyun for treason,” Aron cut your sentence in half and hearing his words, you could only gape at him, heart beating in a hundreds of miles per hour speed.

“What? Why?”

“Minhyun got caught when he came back and the Night Mistress knows he has been sneaking out more and more to get you back, so she wants to demonstrate her power like this to scare off all the followers of the revolt,” the knight explained with a rather sad look in his dark eyes and you felt like you couldn't breath for a secret. You didn't even think about how much risk Minhyun took by coming here for you. “There's nothing we can do. She's the Queen and she has magic, she has the utmost power. Only you can stop her.”

What? It was crazy. How could you? But Minhyun's life depended on it, so you didn't bother with questions like this. You wanted to do something, anything.

“How much time do we have?” you asked in a faint, shaky voice.

“Hard to tell, the Queen is pretty impulsive. The sooner the better,” Aron replied seemingly relieved that you weren't so against coming with him to save Minhyun.

“Let's go,” you said out of blue and followed the guy to Minhyun's apartment where with the help of the old men you knew from before they set up some kind of machine with the help of glowing crystals. Unbeknownst to you it opened the dimension gates and a step later you were in another realm.

At home, finally.

The moment you stepped over the dimension gate, it hit you with full force.

Everything came back to you all at once, all the memories of you growing up in such a beautiful and magical place. You remembered your favourite knight too, Minhyun who always seemed to be fond of you. Some could tell your childish crush on him and you had even heard servants whispering about how it could never happen. It wasn't because of the 12 years of age gap in their eyes but that you were a princess and he was a mere knight, High Knight or not.

But with memories, came the pain of seeing your parents die, your beloved kingdom buried under snow and the time stop. You remember being held by the held, being told that everything would be alright but you just cried and cried, morning Edelaine, the kingdom that now welcomed home.

“M'lady,” a group of four knights, the court of High Knight lacking Minhyun, greeted you in the hall where you arrived and you shivered from the cold. Ren covered your shoulders with a warm gown and you smiled at him as a thanks. Then Baekho told you that Minhyun was supposed to die in a few hours in front of the people, so that everyone could see what happens if you betray the Queen.

You were rushed to get ready, get on a white horse that was your favourite to feed with apples as a child and go to the Palace. With the four knights on your side and your old tiara atop your hair you head towards the snow-like Palace in this icy kingdom.

The crowd gathered around the main square could be seen from afar. You didn't even try to be discreet as you and your horsemen break through them earning gasps and hopeful whispers from the people. You knew no fear when it came to Minhyun, you realized. You were terrified only for him and your people though seeing that he stood on a podium hands chained together with glass cage full of icy water beneath. One flick of the Queen's fingers and he would freeze to death in the most painful way. She could destroy everything you loved and you couldn't let that.

”Stop!” you screamed when you saw a beautiful but cold girl on the throne that she hadn't earned. She looked at you bewildered at the interruption.

“Who dares… oh, little girl. Are you lost?” she mocked you with a twitch of her red lips, she didn't see you as a rival as she stood up, sceptre in hands.

“I am the rightful heir of the throne, I am the only daughter of the late Queen and King. I was saved by the Knights and brought to another realm to grow up and come back to free my people,” you introduced yourself confidently that no, you weren't lost. People behind your back cheered as you got off the horse and walked up to the Queen. No, you weren't lost.

“So today I claim my throne. You, intruder, need to surrender,” you told her authoritatively as you stood right in front of her.

“Me? Surrounder? Don't kid yourself,” she laughed at you and she poked your chest with the head of the sceptre. In her hands it formed a snake but you knew it was different with every owner. The sceptre had its own magic and only some could use it, it only behaved for a few. It was easy to tell that it was the only source of her power, too.

“Princess!” Minhyun screamed at you, voice fearful but you knew what you were doing, Jonghyun told you everything you needed to know on your way here and you remembered enough to be confident.

“It's your last chance, cousin. Give me back my throne or you'll regret it,” you told her and the angry fire in her eyes didn't change at all. These were the eyes of someone who was taken in by the King and Queen after her parents' death, someone you studied together with, someone who you thought as a sister but she always resented you because you were a much younger girl and yet one day you were supposed to be the Queen and not her.

“Oh boo-hoo, I'm so scared. I killed your parents, I will make sure you follow them too but before that you watch as your precious knight dies,” she smirk and with a hush of the sceptre the floor beneath Minhyun disappeared and he fell into the ice cold water.

You yelled his name, the knights wanted to help him but an invisible wall stopped them. The people gasped and screamed, some even cried, because you knew how loved Minhyun was by all. You needed to act quickly.

“The thing is, cousin, that it's not that you weren't born into the right bloodline, but that you aren't worth to be a Queen,” you told her gritting your teeth and she tapped your chin with the sceptre with a confident look on her face. She thought she won.

“Oh really? Because you would be so much better?”

“Better than you,” you said and quickly you wrapped a hand around the sceptre. It glowed white for a moment but then it faded and you two fight over it like kids fighting for the same toy. Somewhere in the middle of the ruckus a small force shot from it and as it hit the glass cabin, it broke it so Minhyun could finally breathe again.

The sceptre's power pulsated under your fingers, you could feel it changing and as it glowed up again and again it became hotter. Hot enough for the Night Mistress to took her hand off of it hissing, staring at the burn mark on her palm in disbelief. In your hands the sceptre formed sun-shaped diamonds on top and with a relieved smile you hit its bottom to the floor which sent a strong wave of magic through the land, melting the cold away.

While the people watched in awe as the kingdom turned back to the magnificent place it was, the knights captured your cousin who threw insults your way but you didn't care. You rushed to Minhyun who was still shivering slightly in the pool of melted ice.

“Are you alright?” you touched his face and he looked at you with so many different emotions in his eyes, you couldn't tell how he felt.

“You came back,” he said in awe.

“Of course I came back, it's about you,” you cupped his face but he turned his head away so your hand fell. It felt like a slap.

“We can't,” he whispered and you gulped, eyes locking with the same pain in them.

You couldn't even tell him that you loved him because nurses came to check on him and your were pulled away by the knights. Then somewhere in the middle of the cheers, someone yelled:

“All hail the Queen!” and more and more followed, the people kneeling down with a happy, proud smile on their faces before you. One by one the knights followed, bowing their heads. Even Minhyun, when you looked at him, he knelt there in that marvelous black-silver uniform you remembered from memories. For a moment you caught his stare and you knew his feelings didn't change. It just broke your heart.

You knew you were supposed to be happy, your people certainly were but it wasn't your happily ever after.

Being back in Edelaine felt like awakening from a long dream. Once all the snow melted, it reminded you of the green fields and colourful flowers you have remembered. Though it still needed time to heal and recover from the damage the Night Mistress caused things have started to be looking up. But whatever magic stopped time, it still held on strong and while immortality might not have sounded too bad for some, those who were stuck in the last 10 or so years wanted nothing more than time to pass again.

Of course, your cousin in prison, held within iron walls to suppress the remains of magic in her, didn't say a thing. You didn't expect her to, she was way too much stubborn to talk now when she loved the chaos she caused and she had nothing to win. You knew she just waited for the right time to come and offer a deal. She had always been like that: cunning, a real strategist. You wondered how long she had planned her betrayal against the crown, the murder of your parents, just how many of your innocent games were like killing time for her while she looked at you wishing you would die?

But life had to go on, even without answers. The Kingdom needed a ruler and missing all your lessons through adolescent you weren't exactly fit for that role. Because of your blood and the fact that you save them people still loved you like a queen already telling you how much you resembles you mother. Hearing it still felt a bit weird because half your life you had known a different woman as your mother. Now you felt like you had two lives and two of everything. But lucky for you, you didn't quite had to choose as your step parents also came back to Edelaine after you.

So weeks passed and you had etiquette, strategy and history classes and also meetings from early morning until the evening every single day. You didn't complain though, actually you were grateful that you had something to do , something to take your mind off Minhyun. Your… relationship with him was quite complicated because even if he was there whenever you had a gathering with the Council of Sages and the High Knights, you two were never alone. And from how distant he acted, you had a feeling he didn't even want to. It was awkward around him as he seemed to avoid your gaze and only talked to you if it was necessary.

Even if he was within an arm length, he felt like being miles and miles away.

Whenever you had some free time you went to the Palace gardens to clear up your mind and rearrange your messy thoughts. You liked strolling in-between the rose bushes, lying under the trees rich of green leaves. Sometimes you even played that silly game with the petals murmuring under your nose. This is how a familiar face found you one of these days.

"Can I join you, Your Highness?" that someone asked and looking up at Aron, you smiles at the knight reassuringly.

"Sure. I would be happy if you did," you nodded and made enough place for the young man next to you on the bench. You remembered him from before too but mostly from Minhyun's stories since he was the senior he liked to mention the most. You knew that all of the High Knights were on good terms and close like a family, so sitting next to him watching the petals brought by the winds swirl in the air you couldn't help but feel like you were there with one of Minhyun's brothers.

You wondered what he told about you to the other knights, what they knew or suspected about what happened in the other realm.

"Is it weird to be back?" Aron asked kindly, his voice like a soothing cream but you missed the careful tones of Minhyun.

"A bit," you nodded looking down at your dress, suddenly missing jeans. "It feels like my two lives clashed and I'm both and neither at the same time. I'm not sure I could make a good queen like this."

"It's normal to feel like that. You will get used to the royal issues soon again. You were born to be a queen one day and the people love you, you will be fine," Aron reassured you and you were reminded of the days the Knight took you out to visit your people in Edelaine. Kids wanted to braid your hair, their mothers telling you how proud the late Queen would be and they thanked you for coming back. You were absolutely moved how loving they were. Only a minority who supported the Night Mistress and some who thought you shouldn't rule were against you taking the throne but the bigger part of your court supported you. You were grateful for their faith in you and that's why you promised to become a queen whom they would be proud of and someone who cares about them dearly.

"Will I? I have no idea about politics. I don't know what to do with the kingdoms my cousin caused pain. They want revenge now and we are not strong enough," you admitted your fears not understanding how he can be so optimistic but he rushed go reassure you even now.

"You have no idea how much strength it gives people that you came back. So you shouldn't worry about politics, that's why you have advisors," he said and from his mouth it sounded so easy to just let go of the worry. But if your thoughts didn't revolve around the future of your Kingdom they focused on Minhyun and you didn't know which one was more painful.

You hummed watching as singbirds flew by, the sound of the fountain's waterfall echoing in your ears. Back on Earth you had no bigger problem than handling your bills and balancing your time between work and social activities but now you had the weight of a country on your shoulders, it suddenly felt too much. You didn't even know when was the last time you had free time like this when you had an opportunity to enjoy the wonders of this place.

"Can I ask you a favour, Your Highness?" Aron spoke up quietly after a while and sadness was evident in his voice. Worrying you whipped your head towards him.

"What is it?"

The knight looked at you pleading and your heart churned from the shock upon hearing his request.

"Can you ask Minhyun not to leave?"

Running away from your problems instead of facing them had always been your forte but you wouldn't have thought that Minhyun is the same as well. Sure, he kept delaying telling you the truth just so you could stay in that blissfully oblivious state that it can last forever. But now? He wanted to leave without telling you anything? It didn't make sense. You asked around, getting your hands on his sent-in request that claimed he was looking for other ways to serve the country instead of being a High Knight specialized for the safety of the crown. He requested to be transferred to the borders or to the groups seeking peace in neighbouring countries.

But it hurt. Hurt that he wanted to leave without telling you.

So you did what you always did when you were conflicted, you wanted to look down at the things from another perspective. Quite literally as you climbed higher and higher on the cherry tree in the middle of the Garden. You were almost at one of the highest but thick enough branches when you slipped, barely catching yourself before falling down.

"Careful!" You heard the yell and for a moment you thought it was all your silly mind's doing, an illusion in daylight but then you looked down and saw him there.

Minhyun wore his everyday uniform, elegant black pants and shirt with silver additions over his shoulders. His hair was parted, it got a bit trimmed since you last so him. When was that? You really couldn't tell. Maybe it was the meeting on monday when he looked away as soon as you caught him staring.

It was the first thing he said to you in weeks. Your heart leapt in your chest, your mouth trembled. Just one word and yet it brought back so many memories. From your childhood and from your first meeting with Minhyun as a grown-up. You still remember the rain and way he held you, you believed you hadn't seen such a magnificent being before. Since then you had seen his flaws and yet, you didn't change your mind about it. In your eyes he was still painfully perfect.

"You are keeping me safe anyway, don’t you?" You sit down on the branch, your long skirt covering your dangling legs. There was something challenging in your voice and Minhyun didn't answer, both of you knew he would keep you safe. You sighed. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," he replied quietly and you let out a forced, embarrassed laugh. Cool, he saw your attempts of climbing. Of course he did.

Silence fell upon the two of your and there was a bit of anxiety and anticipation in the air around you. Neither of you said anything and while you loved silences with him you loved it more when he just kept talking, telling you stories, reading from books even if they were heartbreaking. In the end it was you who shattered the silence into tiny pieces like a mirror smashed into miniscule glass granulas.

"Are we gonna talk sometime? Or are we just gonna forget it ever happened? That we ever happened?"

Your question cut through the tension of the atmosphere like a knife headed straight at his heart. Even from this distance you could see the flinch on his face. Sensitive topic, you knew.

"It was you who walked out when I asked you to come back, your Highness," he reminded you and it hurts, the pain in his voice, between his carefully rolled syllables.

"Quit the polite talk, it dances on my nerves," you snapped at him more harshly than you intended. Head lowered you continued in a smaller voice. "I'm sorry about that by the way. I shouldn't have left like that."

"It's okay, you are here now," he nodded but nothing was okay. You had no chance to talk properly since your argument because then he was taken and then you couldn't find a place and time alone so this moment felt special.

"I am. But it feels like you're miles away," you told him raw and honest. You seated a few meters above him, so you couldn't meet his eyes but holding on the chance you didn't want to waste the opportunity to tell him: "I miss you."

Your soft words are carried by the honey-tasting wind and you see Minhyun forming a fist from his hands. He doesn't say it back and it breaks your heart.

"You will be crowned in two weeks, you should focus on it," he reminds you and the corner of your mouth twitches in disappointment. You try to fight the tears poking your eyelids by blinking rapidly.

"That's why you sent in a request to get discharged?" You asked, meaning: was it because of you, because he couldn't handle your affection?

For a whole minute Minhyun doesn't say anything but when he does, he sounds like when you were at his apartment lying in his bed talking about past memories, the home he loved so much.

"I grew up here, you know? Your mother took me in after I lost my parents in the war. She gave me shelter and education to bring me up as a knight. I have served your Kingdom all my life. I don't look like it but it's been thirty years. I can't stay here forever," he clarified and yes, you knew it was unfair and selfish of you to ask something like that but still, you yearned for his presence and in his eyes you saw (or rather you hoped you saw) the same. So why now? Why so sudden? The answer seemed all too easy.

"It's because of me? Because they are trying to find me suitors?"

Minhyun looked puzzled at first then he scratched the back of his neck. At least he was honest now.

"And what if I don't want to be here when you settle down with one?"

"I will turn them down one by one until you come, I can promise you that," you told him and you wanted to hold his hand, hug him, kiss him. He probably wouldn't have let you anyway, so you were glad you were on a tree while he was on the grounds.

"I…" won't come, he wanted to say (or rather: I have no right to come and offer you a life) and you knew that much, so you had a more urgent question:

"Do you regret it?"

At that he looked up, straight into your eyes, eyes shining with sad sincerity.

"No. Never," he said firmly but shook his head not long after. Your heart skipped a beat anyway. "But it's not that easy. You should marry a prince with enough gold and a strong army."

You scoffed at that. There was he against, thinking you cared about that, willing to become a martyr just so it could be the best for your Kingdom. But how could you love another? That wouldn't be a kind of Kingdom you want to build.

"I don't want to marry just to win a war!"

"Well, one of us have to make rational choices," Minhyun said bitterly and it felt like a slap in the face. Never before you wanted to hit him so bad.

"Then you should have thought of that before you made me love you," you told him coldly. You asked him, you asked him to stop if he didn't mean it. Where had it brought you? And yet it scared you seeing him being so nonchalant. "It wasn't your plan, right? To make me fall in love, so I would come back with you?"

"No, love wasn't part of our plan at all," he said with fond nostalgia and you believed him. He had no reason to lie. Not about this.

A week before your coronation you decided to pay a visit at the prison where your cousin was kept. It was weird seeing her like that, wrists on chains, clothes dirty but the growl on her face was just the same as that night when she was about to kill Minhyun and you too. All these days, werks spenz behind the bars seemingly didn't manage to break her pride.

"What? You came to beg?" she greeted you as soon as you stepped next to her prison. She barely looked up at you, not interested and murmured something like such an honor to have the future queen visit ironically under her nose.

"I have nothing to beg for," you shook your head. You didn't go there to give her satisfaction to have her way with you and the Kingdom. She had enough of that.

"You sure? Okay, then I think we have nothing to discuss," she waved her hand as if she was still the Queen who could boss everyone around I whenever she felt like it.

"Well, I have something to say and you will listen," you told her coldly and she stared back arrogantly. You couldn't believe that there was a time when you had thought of her as a sister and then she decided to betray your whole family, even the ones who took her in. Her ambition drove her crazy for power.

You thought of Minhyun, the boy who also grew up close because of your parents' generosity after the war. He could have been like that too. But no, he was one of the most loyal knights this Palace had known. Stop, stop thinking about him.

"The Court has decided to sentence you to a lifetime in this prison," you told her the decision your best advisors came to after her trials. It wasn't too much of a surprise though, he was too dangerous let out and she had many crimes – treason, murder and using black magic – that were unforgivable.

"Aren't you worried? Lifetime is a very very long time to keep me around, I might find a way to break free sooner or later," she smirked at you and you didn't like the confident glint in her eyes. She was planning something, she knew something. A scary thought.

"Give it a try, I'd like to see you try," you curled your hands around the cold iron bars before letting a pitying pout spread over your lips. "But do you really want to have forever here? Haven't you had enough of it?"

Your cousin scoffed, her smile turning into an ugly grimace.

"They want time to move forward, huh? They can't even be grateful for this gift I gave them. I made them gods and yet they worship a human," she looked at you with clear disgust in her voice. She still treated you as if you were a child, innocent and naive.

When you didn't answer she smiled all too knowingly.

"What do you think will happen when time melts? Do you think you can continue living on like this? Everyone here will age, just like you did. That loverboy of yours suddenly will be almost twice your age again. Do you want that?" she raised a brow but it was the confidence in the way she said loverboy that made your throat close up. You she put the puzzle pieces together. You doubted Minhyun told her, so you wondered how many people knew or guessed that something had happened between you.

"It doesn't matter what I want. Unlike you I care about what my people want," you decided not to comment on her remark about the boy and focus on what mattered in the grand scheme of things.

"Is that right? Then you know what they say, magic dies with its owner, so kill me, a lot want me to die anyway." Your cousin stumbled on her feet, falling onto the bars, grabbing onto the metal with a snarl on her face. Your guards pulled you backwards out of her reach. The Night Mistress seemed content with their reaction, the fear she could inject into their veins, your heart pumping adrenaline into your blood. "You can't, right? You're such a weakling, not made to be a queen."

It hurt. It hurt more than it should have hearing those words from her mouth.

"You know what's unfair?" she continued words spit into your face like poison. "You rule to be loved, I had to be feared and hated in order to rule."

Jonghyun and Baekho accompanied you away from her but for the first time you felt sad for her.

Her words echoed in your head even later, even after the Court's meeting Minhyun purposefully seemed to stay back until the two of you were the last ones to remain. He looked worried as he watched over you form those careful words.

"I visited her."

He nodded, understanding. Warmth was back in his eyes, it reminded you of a summer full of love.

"I know, Jonghyun told me," he admitted as he took a tentative step closer. "Are you okay?"

You wanted to laugh. You should have felt triumphant knowing the person who wanted to cause your ruin was suffering and at the place she deserved but there was something nerve wracking in her arrogance. It made you fear she was right about the things she said: about you being a poor queen bringing only loss and pain to further generations.

"Is it true? You all will get instantly older if time unfreezes? Can some older people just die from that?" You thought of all the people who cheered you on, the children who must have felt like they were forever young. How would a 10 years old suddenly adapt to a 20 years old's life? How could those who lose someone close to them from one day to another because of this deal with the grief? There was so many possibilities for a bad outcome.

"We don't know that for sure, it's possible she just wanted to scare you with that," Minhyun mentioned in his soothing, gentle voice and you wished he would have hugged you, reassuring that he would stand by you no matter what. "But don't worry, you don't have to make this decision all by yourself."

"But I'll be the one to blame nevertheless. I just don't want them to suffer because of a decision made in a small room like this. People don't deserve to get punished for my cousin's sins and because of my carelessness."

You lowered your head. You had never told these fears of yours to anyone but you knew that if anyone then Minhyun would understand.

"You care, Princess, you will make a great Queen," he said and the air got stuck in your lungs when he put a hand over yours, stroking mindless patterns onto your skin. It was the first skinship you had ever since that fateful day. You didn't dare to move or look up at him fearing you'd break this spell.

"How can you be so sure?" you asked in a small voice.

"Because and I know you. And… if you want me to, I can stay by your side to remind you whenever you forget it," Minhyun offered and this was what you wanted to hear from day 1, that he would stay, this was what Aron asked you to achieve but now, hearing him say it you felt awfully selfish. You didn't want to chain him to you.

"After I'm crowned, I will… I will accept your request of transfer," you promised and no matter how much it hurt you pulled your hand away, ready to leave when the knight called after you.

"Would it bother you?"

It was unsaid but both of you knew that he meant the age difference. He was in his twenties after all when you were merely twelve years old. But you had a childish crush on him even then. And when you were all grown up you feel in love so easily all over again but this time for real. You could have, would have done it without a heartbeat thinking again even if he was in his thirties.

"I would love you the same," you looked back over your shoulder, finding his soft brown eyes on you. Oh how could loving him become so difficult in such a short time? "Just as I love you now when you don't even say it back to my eyes."

At that Minhyun looked so so sad, your own heart churned and you had to look away. Oh could you still get your happiness?

Tanya had always been second. Second in line, second to be cared for. Her parents weren't too ambiguous, they were satisfied living a quiet life in the countryside and Tanya didn't know any other life. But when the war started everything changed. Her parents died, just like so many others in the attacks and she was lucky enough that the royal couple took her in as their niece after the tragedy. She had never liked the Queen and King, in her eyes they were too forgiving, they forgot what they lost in the war when they signed the peace agreements.

Being several years older she had no interest in playing games with the little princess but too afraid to be thrown out she gritted her teeth and beared with it. It was a common boy living in the palace who made it feel like a better place. She had watched him from afar, watching his training whenever she had time. He was the most humble, kind and handsome boy he knew and yet he rather chose the company of a ten years old instead of her. It was the final straw, she had enough of being second, never being the one who got what she had wanted.

And she wouldn't give up on that so easily. You had taken everything from her, now she wanted to do the same with you. It was almost too easy, she heard the guards speaking about the coronation ceremony days before it actually took place, so she made a plan. That morning she made no move, she was lying on the floor, pale and weak. Not even when the guards brought and made noises on the bars had she moved. No, she pretended to be dead or at least seriously ill and the silly, silly guards fell into her trap…

As soon as one of them came into the prison to check on her, she got up, wrapping the chain between her wrists around his neck. The other guard came to help the first one but she was more wicked than any of them. She killed off the first guard, showing no mercy as she took a dagger from his dead body and pointing it at the other's. She flashed a cunning smile at him before splitting his throat and taking the keys off his belt. Too easy, almost too easy.

But now comes the tricky part.

"She's on loose!"

Minhyun came across with Ren's shouting as he was on his way to the coronation hall but these words made him halt.

"What? What happened?"

"We don't know but the Night Mistress managed to kill off her guards and escape prison. She probably doesn't have any more iron on either," the other knight explained and Minhyun's mind went overdrive.

"The Princess!" he gasped as he realized you were in danger and rushed towards your suite.

From the mirror a lot more mature and sophisticated version of you looked back at you. The dress in white and lilac, the royal colours of your Kingdom looked magnificent but you didn't feel like a Queen at all. You still couldn't believe it was happening. You wondered how many things would change, how fast and how drastically. You were scared of the future to be honest bit you had to be brave and it was nice to know that you had great people next to you.

You whipped your head back when the quick knocks on your door interrupted your train of thoughts. For a silly moment you hoped it would be Minhyun to pay a visit before the coronation but it was a regular guard. You tried not to look too disappointed.

"Something happened, Your Highness. You should go to the safe chamber," the guard said in a panicked voice.

"What happened?" you asked for details after a nervous gulp as you took a step towards the hidden corridor behind a painting in your room.

"You will get informed, Your Highness, as soon as you're safe," the guard promised and nodding you hurried along the way he showed you, deeper and deeper in the wall structure of the Palace. You only noticed his absence when you arrived to your destination, the safe suite designed for attacks. And when you realized you weren't quite as safe as you were supposed to be, you had no chance to do anything about it.

"Hello-hello, little cousin," Tanya smiled at you all too confidently. You grabbed the first thing you could, a candlestick, but she didn't seem to care.

"What do you wang?" you hissed and she just laughed.

"Why so rude? You know very well what I want. The throne and my powers back, preferably in that order. But you know what? I can get them both if you're dead," she claimed and she moved so fast flashing the dagger in her hand you barely had time to get out of its way.

It was a tiring and stupid fight: you stumbling backwards while she kept attacking like a madwoman. Maybe she was. At one point you have fallen and you could only block the dagger's way with the golden candlestick that saved your life. Gritting your teeth you tried to fight back but the metal edge got closer and closer to your throat.

"You should have never come back," you cousin snarled.

"You should have never started a fight you cannot win," you returned and pulled up your leg kneeing into her stomach and rolling away before the dagger pierced into the ground. You wanted to run back to the corridor but she grabbed your hair and yanked you backwards with the weapon in her other hand.

"You're a fighter I see, we have that much in common," she said breath fanning over your shoulder.

"But nothing else," a male voice added and you gasped when the grip on you loosened, Tanya being pulled away chained again.

It was a bit of chaos, four High Knights holding and accompanying the screaming girl, some guards asking whether you are alright but you only cared for one.

Minhyun ran up to you checking you had any visible injuries and he looked more than relieved to find none other than a tiny scratch.

"I was so afraid to lose you. I will never let you go again, " he took your face into his hands, soft brown eyes boring into yours and you shoves your hands into his pockets pulling him closer. Funny but in this whole attack for one thing you were actually grateful for.

"I can't believe I had to get myself almost killed for you to make up your mind," you let out a chuckle in disbelief which made his shoulders shake too.

"Sorry it took me too long," he then said in a serious tone, with no uncertainty there. That poug on his lips were adorable.

"You're lucky I love you," you said with a smile on your face as you stood on your tiptoes pressing a kiss on his mouth. You felt a bit like on Earth again, just being silly in love. However, Minhyun the always rational, had to remind you that you were for a fact a soon-to-be queen here.

"You still have suitors coming by tomorrow."

"Oh well you wanna sit on the throne next to mine when they arrive?" You winked at him playfully. For the first time out of all the occasions discussing this he grinned widely.

"Would you change the law for me?"

"Anytime," you answered with the same giddy smile. It seemed so easy coming face to face with the Court about the issue. Minhyun's eyes were melted chocolates, his fingers gentle and soothing on your skin.

"I love you so much," he whispered sealing the confession with a forever promising kiss and in that moment you knew that you didn't have to worry about your happily ever after. With him, it was already given.

So one day you could tell your kids that once upon a time, a girl and a boy met and fell in love under the summer rain…

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