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slytherinshua · 4 months

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HOLD ME TIGHT

genre. a little tension but not truly e2l. mutual pining/misunderstandings. kinda fluffy. entirely based on motorcyclist!zuho. warnings. briefly mentioned that zuho & reader are spies/assassins. wounds and injuries mentioned (not in detail). zuho is hot (and cute) and rides a motorcycle. pairing. zuho x fem!reader. wc. 2.6k. a/n. originally got the idea from the lyrics of 'tight' and @eternalgyu's delusions 😭 but it strayed a little away from the first inspiration... hope it's still okay tho

“As long as you hold me tight, we’ll be good.” Juho’s deep voice filled your ears as if in a daze. You forced your head to nod to him, though you had barely processed his words. You weren’t in the best of circumstances at the moment— having gotten beaten up pretty badly just an hour before. Your teammate had been in a different area, and only found you once he was done with his portion of the mission. At least you had taken out the enemy, though.

Now it was just a transportation problem. You couldn’t ride your own motorcycle back to base considering your condition. This forced Juho to clench his jaw and offer for you to ride with him. He didn’t want to. Frankly, he didn’t want to have any reason to even talk to you, but he kept being assigned the same missions as you, so now, here he was.

You didn’t really annoy him. Well, maybe a little— but not in the way people usually did. You were clearly very good at your job, and your charisma was clear in the way you carried out every mission. Juho would be lying if he didn’t hold a lot of respect for you. He was known to be a bit cold to the team, rarely ever talking to anyone besides Taeyang. He particularly avoided you, only because whenever he was in your presence, his brain didn’t seem to think straight.

In short, you distracted him. A lot. He wasn’t one to catch feelings on the job, especially this job, where the circumstances were always teetering on the edge of life or death. But it seemed like you broke all his rules. He had encased his heart behind a thick metal wall, yet somehow, you had already started making a dent in it.

You didn’t think anything of the way he was glaring at you— you couldn’t think of a time when he hadn’t glared at you. But you weren’t appreciating the way your inebriated mind was racing with a thought. Just 1 thought.

Baek Juho looked hot when angry.

Given that you were bleeding and not entirely sober at the moment, the thought was beyond absurd. But it was probably because you were injured and intoxicated that those thoughts allowed themselves to enter your mind.

You were dizzy as you clumsily pushed your body up onto the back of the motorcycle. Juho waited until you were on and secure to take his seat. You tried to put on your helmet, but due to your slight head injury, you couldn’t put on your helmet without worsening the open wound. You heard Juho curse under his breath as you winced in pain.

“I’ll drive safely. Ditch the helmet.” He commanded, sliding on his own helmet and revving up the engine. “I’m not going to start until you’re holding on.” He muttered. Your brain caught onto his annoyed tone, and you quickly placed your hands on his shoulders, just slightly gripping his jacket.

“That’s not gonna do a thing.” He commented, grabbing one of your hands and moving it to his waist. Your breath caught up in your throat. In order to hold his waist securely, you had to rest your head against his back. His rather attractive, strong, broad back. You were screwed.

Juho finally started driving once you were holding him as tight as he felt necessary. You were thankful that it wasn’t too much of a windy night, otherwise the breeze would’ve been sure to agitate your wounds. There wasn’t much you could talk about over the sound of the motorcycle, so you kept silent. As you sobered up, you grew evermore aware of how tense Juho was. Was he always this rigid?

To your surprise, when he stopped the motorcycle, you weren’t in front of your team’s base, but instead, a small house. Juho cleared his throat seconds after he had stopped, bringing your attention to the way you were still clinging to his middle. You quickly brought your hands away from him in embarrassment, catching your balance as you got off the vehicle. You were still in a lot of pain, but at least your head was clearer than before. A good 2 am drive did wonders for your mental health.

“Make yourself at home.” Juho said as he opened the door to the house. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Juho’s home, but you definitely hadn’t bargained that it would be this… warm.

The first thing you were met with when you stepped inside was the meowing of a cat. A light orange short haired cat soon appeared from another room, mewling up at Juho, quick to give his legs affectionate rubs with his head.

Juho coughed, “Don’t mind Huru. I haven’t been home in a while. I hope you’re not allergic to cats?” He queried, looking back at you as he picked up the cat in his arms, cradling the little boy lovingly.

You were dumbfounded. The Juho in front of you was like a completely different person. You tried to rub your eyes to see if you were just seeing things when you caught onto a smile on his face. Baek Juho smiling. Your teammates would think you were crazy if you told them about this later.

“N-no. I’m fine with cats.” You mumbled a late response to his question, standing awkwardly at the doorway. You had discarded your work boots, but now didn’t know where to go or what to do. You felt like you were intruding. Juho was always a very private person. No one but Taeyang really knew much about his personal life. Yet, here you were, welcomed into his living space by the man himself.

“Bathroom’s first door on the left. There’s a kit in the cabinet. Bring it out and I’ll patch you up.” Juho instructed, his tone much softer than earlier on the mission. It was weird, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like the change. There was a comforting sense with the way he was talking to you… almost, a fond look in his eyes?

You found your way to the bathroom, finding it pristinely clean and organised, as if you were at a hotel. This was something you did expect from the man. The rooms at the base would probably be a pigsty if it weren’t for Juho’s efforts to keep things tidy. You located the first aid kit in the cabinet where Juho said it would be, and brought it back out to the living room.

You sat awkwardly on the couch, waiting for Juho to come back. You could hear him rustling in the kitchen. While you were waiting, Huru got curious of the new person in the house and came to start sniffing you cautiously. He jumped up on the couch next to you, investigating you before settling down in a meatloaf position next to you.

Juho came back seconds later, smiling widely at the two of you, “As expected. Huru also has good taste in women.” His eyes held a playful glint as he took a spot next to you on the couch. He got out the supplies needed and started working on the head wound first.

You had been patched up many times by your teammates. It was uncomfortable, and more than not, extremely painful. Most occasions were time sensitive, so there was no room to be careful and gentle when the goal was to stop the bleeding enough to get out of the dangerous situation.

The way Juho was handling you, though, was extremely gentle. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, enough to prevent any extra sting from the disinfectant. He was doing a better job making sure you didn’t feel pain that you would’ve been able to if you had to patch yourself up.

It felt strangely intimate. The small living room, both of you sitting close on the 2 cushioned couch. Huru watched both of you carefully, squinting cutely at his father every once in a while, making Juho smile back. You stayed silent for most of it, until the question became too overbearing for you to keep in any longer.

“How come you’re so warm?” The question came out a little hesitantly, and you gulped down the uncomfortable lump that formed in your throat once you got the words out. Most of the nervousness came from Juho’s expression. He kept a poker face, but confusion soon spread on it as he met your eyes.

“Warm?”

You were forced to elaborate further, fiddling with your hands as Juho set down the blood soaked cotton swab he was holding, “You’re… surprisingly… pleasant to be around?” You offered up the thought, not quite sure if you had articulated it how you would’ve liked, but it would have to do for now.

“Was I not before?” He responded, picking up a fresh roll of bandages and dabbing at a bleeding spot on your arm.

“Well. You were always so reserved? No one would’ve guessed that you lived in this cozy space with a cute cat and a collection of colourful ceramic mugs.” You mumbled.

Juho stiffened, “You noticed the ceramics?”

You smiled a little, “They were all lined up so nicely on the shelf in the kitchen… It’s cute. You’re cute.”

Cute. Juho had never been called cute before. Cold, unfeeling, rude, professional, reliable, stern. Those were all words he could easily attribute to himself. But cute? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, not liking how you were seconds away from delivering the final blow to the damaged and dented metal wall around his heart. It was seconds away from becoming disfigured beyond imagination, all because of 2 words.

“I see.” He whispered throatily, trying to catch his breath from the unmistakable tension in the room. “You must be tired. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” He announced, snapping shut the first aid kit and leaving to put it away before you could protest him.

You decided to just go with it. You didn’t have energy or courage to object to anything Juho said. Despite the warmth he had given you tonight, he was still intimidating at times. If he flashed another smile to you, you were sure you’d end up doing something you’d really really regret.

Lying down on his bed felt like something you were definitely not supposed to do. You were trespassing on his privacy by being here. You should’ve asked him to drive you home instead of letting him let you stay over here. Your brain was racing with the overwhelming thoughts. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Juho came in dressed in pyjamas. He held a mug of hot tea in one hand and some clothes in the other. You could tell he had showered by the way his hair was still wet, and you willed your brain to stop screaming about how attractive he looked like that.

“I thought you might appreciate some tea. And it would be uncomfortable to sleep in your uniform… though I’m sure you’ve done it before. I brought some clothes just in case you wanted to change into them.” He explained shyly, setting down the cup of tea and clothes on the bedside table and quickly saying goodnight. Just going in to give you those 2 things had his stomach twisting and turning in nervousness. The effect you had on him was undeniable.

The tea made you sleepier, and the clothes were incredibly comfortable to sleep in, albeit a little big on you. It wasn’t hard to fall asleep once you relaxed into the soft fluffy pillows and warm blankets. Your body desperately needed the rest, and you were thankful that there was no work to do tomorrow.

You woke up to Juho’s face dangerously close to yours. You would’ve shrieked in shock if it wasn’t for the sleepiness evident in his eyes. He clearly wasn’t in any state to do anything to you. His eyes weren’t quite closed, but his eyelids drooped down almost all the way. He must’ve also just woken up.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked you in an incredibly deep, sleepy morning voice. His eyes had fallen shut again, but he could feel your stare against his face, and he couldn’t help but curve one corner of his lips up.

“I thought you were going to sleep on the couch?” You asked, bewildered at the closeness between you two. It was impossible to want to move, though, given the ache in your body from the past day’s injuries.

“I didn’t mean to… I must’ve been too tired when I came to check on you a couple hours ago.” He whispered. Your response was interrupted when Huru jumped up on the bed, purring contentedly and headbutting Juho’s cheek incessantly. You giggled at the sight. The way Juho closed his eyes tightly and scrunched up his face, trying (and failing) to get Huru to settle down, was the most precious sight you had seen.

You sighed, “Thank you for your hospitality. I guess I should probably get back to my place now.” Your lack of motivation to actually leave was clearly evident to both you and Juho. Your apartment had always felt a little lonely. You didn’t have the time to decorate it or pick up collecting hobbies like Juho’s ceramics. Neither did you have furry companions to wake you up with affection in the morning. If things went exactly the way you wished them to, you would be able to stay with Juho just for a little longer. His presence right now was more comforting than anyone else's.

Juho sat up, thinking for a second. It seemed as if he could read the thoughts your brain was bringing up, as he suddenly asked, “Do you have plans for later?”

You shook your head.

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?” He tilted his head to the side with a small smile. You couldn’t possibly say no to the sight. His bed hair, soft pyjamas, and contented sleepy face— you were sure he was trying to make you fall in love with him at this point. He was the cutest person you had ever seen.

“Are you asking me out right now?” You asked with a smile, an elated feeling bubbling in your chest.

“Only if you say yes.” He responded, impatient to hear your response.

“Don’t worry. Going out for coffee with my handsome coworker sounds like a great way to spend the day.” You mused and Juho laughed, mirroring the happiness that you felt.

Since you had met Juho, you had always thought he was cold. His sharp features and serious stare gave off a strong impression, and since he didn’t make much effort to get close to people, that unwelcome belief of his personality lived on in your brain for a long time. But it only took that one coffee date to entirely change your perspective on him.

No, Juho wasn’t cold or rude or impolite. He was warm and friendly and so, so cute. He talked a lot about his cats and his childhood— his interest in music, and, of course, his ceramic mugs. He listened intently to everything you had to say. You talked for hours at the cafe, and then for even more hours at home. You kept talking and talking and talking— always finding more you wanted to say; neither of you getting tired of the company.

After that day, Juho no longer looked at missions assigned with you with distaste. Instead of suppressing the fluttery feeling that you summoned in him with just your mere presence, he welcomed it. He smiled a lot more; enough for your other teammates to start to question his switch in behaviour. You had slowly but surely dented the wall surrounding his heart, and now, he gladly let you in, letting you fill every corner of it with warmth and love.

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divinefireangel · 1 year

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Hi dear¡! ♡

Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)

Sorry for my english 🥺

Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe

SF9's Love Languages 🩷

Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.

Youngbin

WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏

I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.

Inseong

Quality time

Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol

Jaeyoon

Physical Touch

Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all

Dawon

Acts of service

I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk

Zuho

Words of Affirmation

He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.

Rowoon

Gift Giving

It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀

But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.

Yoo Taeyang

Acts of Service

It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.

Hwiyoung

Physical Touch

Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol

Chani

Quality Time

It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.

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mirisss · 5 months

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Path of Crowned Shadows

Vampire! OT9 SF9 x afab! reader

Soulmate, vampire au.

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

Warnings: None I think,

Thank you for the request! And of course, I still write for Rowoon!

Bolded words are a skip in time or the start of a new chapter.

Third Person POV

In the shadowy expanse of the dark kingdom, where the moon held sway over the night, there resided nine vampire princes. These enigmatic beings were intricately bound together by the mystical influence of the moon, their destinies interwoven like the phases of the celestial orb that adorned the night sky.

Driven by an ancient prophecy, the nine princes embarked on a quest to find their elusive soulmate, the one fated to complete the circle of their existence and unlock the dormant powers within them. Despite the captivating allure of the dark kingdom, their search proved to be a seemingly fruitless journey.

As the cycles of the moon waxed and waned, the princes pressed on, fueled by an unwavering determination to fulfill their destiny. The dark kingdom held its secrets close, and only time would reveal whether the celestial dance between the nine vampire princes and their soulmates would ultimately illuminate the shadows or forever remain veiled in the enigma of the night.

Youngbin, the second oldest among the nine vampire princes, possessed a unique blend of strength, charisma, and a natural inclination for leadership. Despite being younger than Inseong, the eldest of the princes, Youngbin assumed the role of the group's leader and, by virtue of a peculiar twist in their heritage, was designated as the heir apparent to the throne.

His demeanor reflected a balance of regality and approachability, making him not only a respected leader but also a figure his brothers could turn to for guidance. Youngbin's eyes, a mesmerizing blend of deep amethyst and the moonlit glow held a spark of determination that mirrored the responsibility he bore as the leader destined to guide their kingdom.

Youngbin's powers were uniquely attuned to governance and protection. He could command the elements, creating barriers of shadows and manipulating the very fabric of the dark kingdom to shield it from external threats. His leadership extended beyond the physical realm, as he proved adept at navigating the intricacies of vampire politics and ensuring the cohesion of the princely brotherhood.

In the quiet moments of reflection, Youngbin would often find solace in the moonlit gardens of their castle, contemplating not only the challenges of their quest but also the responsibilities that came with his imminent role as king. The moon, a silent witness to his thoughts, seemed to offer both guidance and reassurance in the face of the unknown.

Inseong, the eldest of the nine vampire princes, stood at the forefront of their quest with a regal demeanor that reflected both centuries of existence and the weight of the prophecy that bound them together. His eyes, like pools of ancient wisdom, gleamed with a timeless knowledge that surpassed the mortal realm. As the moonlight bathed him in an ethereal glow, it also highlighted the solitude that lingered in the recesses of his gaze.

Inseong's powers surpassed many, a testament to the accumulated strength of centuries lived under the moon's watchful eye. He could manipulate shadows, command the night, and communicate with the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the dark kingdom. Yet, for all his might, the one power that eluded him was the ability to unveil the identities of their elusive soulmate.

In the quiet moments between their pursuits, when the moon hung low and the kingdom slept in an uneasy stillness, Inseong would gaze at the night sky with a contemplative expression. The stars, distant and unattainable, mirrored the essence of the soulmate they sought—shrouded in the vastness of the unknown.

Jaeyoon and Dawon, the third and fourth vampire princes in line, complemented each other in ways that mirrored the delicate balance between dusk and dawn. Jaeyoon, with his captivating charm and beguiling aura, was a master of illusions, able to weave shadows into illusions that confounded and intrigued. Dawon, on the other hand, possessed a unique connection to the natural world, with the ability to manipulate flora and fauna at will.

Jaeyoon's powers of illusion made him a valuable asset to the group, capable of creating diversions and concealing their movements as they traversed the dark kingdom. His silver hair, like moonlit strands, framed his face in an otherworldly elegance, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he navigated the shadows with an enigmatic grace.

Dawon, in contrast, had a deep affinity for the living realm. He could coax flowers to bloom in the moonlight, summon creatures of the night to aid their cause and draw strength from the very essence of the earth beneath their feet. His connection to the natural world brought a sense of vitality to the group, a reminder that even in the darkest of realms, life could flourish.

The bond between Jaeyoon and Dawon was as inseparable as day and night. Their complementary abilities often intertwined, creating a synergy that enhanced their effectiveness as a duo. In the moments of stillness, they would share quiet conversations beneath the moonlit canopy, reflecting on the journey and the mysteries that surrounded their quest.

As the group ventured deeper into the heart of the dark kingdom, Jaeyoon's illusions wove a protective veil around them, shielding the princes from prying eyes and malevolent forces. Dawon, in turn, would breathe life into the desolate landscapes they encountered, a testament to the enduring power of nature even in the face of darkness.

Zuho, the fifth vampire prince and known as the "dark one" within the kingdom, carried an aura of mystery and intensity that set him apart from his brothers. His icy glare, often accompanied by a stoic demeanor, earned him a reputation that echoed through the shadowed halls of the dark kingdom. Yet, beneath this façade of darkness, Zuho harbored a profound yearning for the love that the prophecy promised—a yearning that ran deep in the veins of his immortal heart.

His powers were as formidable as his reputation. Zuho commanded the element of ice, able to freeze time itself with a mere glance. The chill of his presence sent shivers through the hearts of those who crossed his path, reinforcing the moniker bestowed upon him by the kingdom's inhabitants. Yet, in the solitude of his thoughts, Zuho wrestled with the duality of his nature—the chilling exterior that concealed a warmth he dared not show.

Zuho's gaze, sharp as the moonlight reflecting off icy landscapes, held a complexity that mirrored the struggle within him. The shadows he cast were both a shield and a prison, a defense mechanism born of centuries spent navigating the intrigues of the vampire realm. Yet, as the moon waxed and waned, so did the longing in his immortal soul for a connection that transcended the cold solitude he had grown accustomed to.

On the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay in a hushed slumber, Zuho would find himself standing on the parapets of their castle, gazing out into the vast expanse of the darkened landscape. His thoughts, like the swirling snowflakes around him, danced between the desire to embrace the warmth of love and the fear of exposing vulnerabilities that had long been buried in the frost of self-preservation.

Among his brothers, Zuho remained an enigma—a puzzle with edges that hinted at both strength and fragility. The other princes sensed the depth of his yearning, the silent plea for understanding and acceptance that echoed in the icy corridors of his heart. Yet, the path to unraveling Zuho's true self-proved to be as treacherous as the frozen landscapes he could conjure with a thought.

Rowoon, the sixth vampire prince, walked in the footsteps of Zuho, creating a striking contrast that seemed to embody the duality of their immortal existence. If Zuho was the embodiment of darkness, Rowoon emerged as the radiant counterpoint—the prince known for his charming and warm looks that endeared him to the inhabitants of the dark kingdom.

Tall and commanding, Rowoon possessed an otherworldly allure that drew eyes like moths to a flame. His golden hair, reminiscent of the sun's glow at dawn, framed a face that radiated kindness and approachability. His eyes, pools of warmth, held an innate ability to dispel the shadows that clung to the kingdom, earning him the affectionate moniker of the "light bringer" among the subjects.

Rowoon's powers were attuned to healing and restoration. He could mend wounds with a touch and infuse the air with an invigorating energy that dispelled the weariness that often accompanied their quest. His presence, like a beacon in the night, brought comfort to his brothers and a sense of hope to the kingdom that lingered in the perpetual embrace of darkness.

The dynamic between Rowoon and Zuho was a fascinating interplay of opposites. While Zuho's gaze could freeze time, Rowoon's smile had the power to thaw even the coldest hearts. Their connection, akin to the delicate balance of night and day, added a layer of complexity to the brotherhood, highlighting the diverse strengths that each prince brought to the collective journey.

Despite their differences, Rowoon and Zuho shared an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than the superficial contrasts in their appearances and abilities. In the moonlit nights, when the kingdom lay still, they would find moments of quiet contemplation, reflecting on the intricacies of their intertwined destinies and the significance of their roles in the prophecy.

Taeyang, the seventh vampire prince, brought a unique passion to the brotherhood—one that transcended the mystic powers and political intricacies that surrounded their quest. His heart resonated with the rhythmic beats of dance and the moon's warm glow served as both witness and inspiration to his profound yearning.

His name, meaning Sun, captured the essence of his vibrant spirit. Taeyang's movements were a fluid expression of grace and power, a dance that mirrored the celestial dance of the moon and the stars. His dark hair, like cascading shadows, framed a face adorned with the glow of someone who found solace in the rhythm of the night.

Taeyang's powers were intricately linked to his affinity for dance. As he moved, shadows swirled around him, creating ephemeral patterns that captivated the eyes of those fortunate enough to witness his artistry. His dance was not only a form of self-expression but also a means of channeling the very essence of the dark kingdom, infusing the air with a magical energy that resonated with the moon's warm embrace.

The moon, with its silver radiance, became both a muse and confidante to Taeyang. Under its watchful gaze, he would lose himself in the rhythmic flow of his own movements, imagining a future where he and his soulmate would dance together, creating a symphony that echoed through the darkened realm.

Among his brothers, Taeyang's passion for dance added a dynamic layer to their collective journey. The moonlit nights transformed into impromptu stages where the vampire prince would weave his spells, inviting his brothers to join in the celestial dance that bound them together.

Hwiyoung and Chani, the eighth and ninth vampire princes, brought a youthful energy to the brotherhood, their presence a reminder that even in the timeless realm of immortality, the essence of youth and discovery remained. Despite being the youngest, they carried a weighty responsibility as integral pieces in the celestial puzzle that bound them together.

Hwiyoung, with his tousled silver hair and mischievous eyes, possessed an affinity for the winds that whispered through the night. His powers allowed him to command the air, creating gentle breezes or powerful gusts that carried the secrets of the dark kingdom. His playful spirit added a lighthearted touch to the group, a refreshing breeze amidst the shadows.

Chani, on the other hand, was a creature of the moonlit forests. His connection to nature surpassed even that of Dawon, as he could communicate with animals and navigate the dense woodlands with an almost supernatural intuition. Chani's eyes, reflecting the deep hues of the nocturnal landscapes, held a wisdom that defied his youthful appearance.

The duo of Hwiyoung and Chani, inseparable like the moon and the stars, brought a sense of camaraderie and exploration to the brotherhood. Together, they discovered hidden pathways through the kingdom and reveled in the enchanting mysteries that lurked in the corners of their world. Their laughter echoed through the moonlit nights, a testament to the enduring spirit of youth even in the midst of their quest.

In the grand scheme of their quest, Hwiyoung and Chani, like the final strokes on a canvas, added a sense of completeness to the brotherhood. The moon, their ever-watchful companion, observed the unfolding destinies of the vampire princes, each step bringing them closer to the revelation of their soulmates and the fulfillment of the prophecy that bound them as one.

In the outskirts of the small town, nestled in the shadow of the dark kingdom, lived a girl by the name of (Y/n). Her humble existence unfolded in a small, weathered house, where she shared the simple comforts of life with fellow orphans from the town. The flickering candlelight and the warmth of shared stories painted the walls of their modest abode with a sense of camaraderie and resilience.

(Y/n), with her expressive eyes that mirrored the myriad hues of the moonlit night, navigated life with a quiet strength that belied her circumstances. Her days were filled with the simple joys of laughter and shared meals, and the nights brought the solace of a sky adorned with stars that seemed to echo the tales whispered by the elders of the town about the mysterious dark kingdom nearby.

Living on the outskirts allowed (Y/n) to catch glimpses of the kingdom's enigmatic silhouette, its dark spires reaching into the night sky. The tales of the vampire princes and their quest for soulmates were woven into the fabric of the town's folklore, a source of fascination and trepidation for the orphans who dared to dream beneath the moon's silver glow.

Among her fellow orphans, (Y/n) stood out as a source of comfort and inspiration. Her resilience in the face of adversity and her ability to find joy in the simplicity of life endeared her to those around her. As the moon cast its glow upon the outskirts, (Y/n) would often find herself gazing toward the dark kingdom, a spark of curiosity flickering in her eyes.

As (Y/n) went about her days, weaving the threads of her existence with those of her fellow orphans, the moon continued its watchful vigil over the unfolding tale. The dark kingdom, with its mysteries and the nine vampire princes bound by destiny, loomed ever closer, casting its enigmatic influence on the small town and the girl who lived on its outskirts.

The news of the impending arrival of the nine vampire princes stirred a mixture of excitement and trepidation throughout the small town. Whispers of their quest, their otherworldly powers, and the elusive search for soulmates spread like wildfire, casting a magical anticipation over the community.

As the summery day unfolded, the air buzzed with palpable energy, and the townsfolk couldn't help but feel the magnetic pull of destiny drawing near. The sunlight bathed the cobbled streets in a warm embrace, casting a golden hue over the town that contrasted with the mysterious shadows of the approaching dark kingdom.

In the outskirts, where (Y/n) lived with the other orphans, a sense of wonder mingled with the everyday routines. The small house, usually filled with the comforting sounds of shared stories and laughter, hummed with an added sense of anticipation. The orphans exchanged eager glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of encountering beings from the fabled dark kingdom.

Preparations buzzed throughout the town as its inhabitants readied for the arrival of the vampire princes. Merchants adorned their stalls with vibrant colors, flowers bloomed in window boxes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air—a collective effort to welcome the enigmatic guests with open hearts.

The summery day turned into a hazy evening, and the town's folk gathered in the central square, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns and the flickering anticipation of the impending arrival. The air shimmered with excitement, and whispers of hope and curiosity echoed beneath the moonlit sky.

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground echoed through the town, gradually growing louder until it became a steady and distinct beat. As the anticipation peaked, nine silhouettes emerged on the horizon, riding toward the town on majestic steeds. The moonlit night unveiled the figures of the vampire princes, their dark cloaks billowing in the night breeze as their horses gracefully carried them forward. The townspeople, collectively holding their breath, watched in awe as the nine mysterious figures drew nearer.

As the nine princes approached, the air became charged with a blend of curiosity and reverence. Rowoon, with his radiant charm, indeed drew the gaze of many despite his cloak covering his face, and the young girls couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the living legend before them. The collective heartbeat of the town seemed to synchronize with the hoofbeats of the approaching steeds, creating a harmonious symphony that underscored the significance of the moment.

The nine princes came to a graceful halt in the center of the town square, dismounting from their steeds with an otherworldly elegance. The small crowd hushed in anticipation, watched as the princes lowered their hoods one by one, revealing features that seemed to transcend the mortal realm.

Inseong, stood with a regal poise, his gaze sweeping over the assembled townspeople with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful eye. Beside him, Youngbin exuded a calm confidence, a leader born of both authority and compassion.

The other princes followed suit, revealing faces that held a unique blend of mystery and allure. Jaeyoon, Dawon, and Zuho each bore expressions that hinted at the complexities beneath their exterior. Rowoon, with his warm and charming looks, smiled gently as he observed the townspeople.

Taeyang, the dancer, moved with a fluid grace that seemed to echo the very essence of the moonlit night. Hwiyoung and Chani, the youngest, exuded an energetic vibrancy that added a touch of youthful exuberance to the group.

As the princes faced the townspeople, their piercing eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a connection that would fulfill the prophecy. The air, charged with the unspoken hopes of the townspeople, crackled with a sense of destiny unfolding.

The townspeople, caught in the collective gaze of the vampire princes, held their breath as the celestial search began. Whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation and excitement intertwining in the moonlit night. Each prince, in his own way, sought the elusive soulmate who would complete the cosmic puzzle that bound them together.

In the midst of the town square, (Y/n) felt a mix of nervous anticipation and quiet curiosity. The gaze of the vampire princes, each with a unique allure, seemed to linger on the faces of the townspeople, a silent search for the one whose destiny would intertwine with theirs.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding drama beneath its celestial canvas. The small town, caught between the realms of ordinary life and the extraordinary fate promised by the prophecy, awaited the moment when the threads of mortal and immortal destinies would finally entwine.

A moment of quiet despair settled among the princes as their piercing gazes scanned the townspeople, and the weight of an uncertain future pressed upon them. The air, thick with anticipation, carried an undercurrent of melancholy as the possibility of not finding their soulmates loomed.

Yet, just as a shadow falls across a sunlit path, a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught the attention of the vampire princes. As their eyes swept over the crowd, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a figure standing at the back of the gathering. (Y/n), hidden from their direct sight, had inadvertently caught the attention of the princes through the revealing dance of the shadows.

The townspeople, unaware of the unfolding drama, continued to exchange hopeful glances, oblivious to the profound moment that hung in the air. The princes, guided by the serendipity of the shadows, felt a sudden surge of energy as their eyes locked onto the girl who stood at the periphery of the crowd.

At that moment, the world seemed to be still. The moon, the silent witness to the cosmic dance, bathed (Y/n) in its silver glow, casting her in a radiant light that captivated the vampire princes. The revelation unfolded like a dream, and the connection between the princes and the hidden girl felt palpable as if destiny had guided their eyes toward an undeniable truth.

The air shimmered with newfound hope as the princes, driven by an instinct that transcended the ordinary, began to move toward the back of the crowd where (Y/n) stood. The townspeople, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, turned their attention to the unfolding spectacle, their murmurs of anticipation giving way to a collective realization that something extraordinary was taking place.

As the princes closed the distance, the shadows continued to weave their silent narrative, revealing the connection that had eluded them moments before. Destiny, it seemed, had a way of illuminating the path even in the darkest corners of the unknown. And in that moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon and the curious eyes of the townspeople, the nine vampire princes and (Y/n) stood on the threshold of a fate that would bind them together in an immortal dance written by the hand of destiny.

(Y/n), standing at the back of the crowd, felt a mixture of confusion and bewilderment as the nine princes, guided by an unseen force, began to move in her direction. The sudden attention, the weight of their collective gaze, left her feeling like the epicenter of a cosmic shift she couldn't comprehend.

The whispers and speculations of the townspeople reached her ears, adding to the surreal atmosphere that surrounded the unexpected turn of events. (Y/n)'s eyes darted between the advancing princes, each step they took amplifying her sense of disorientation.

As the princes closed the distance, their eyes, filled with an intensity that bordered on recognition, seemed to lock onto her. (Y/n) questioned the nature of this inexplicable connection, her thoughts racing to catch up with the unfolding reality. Why had the attention of the vampire princes turned toward her?

The moonlit night, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a silent witness to a mystery that eluded her understanding. The shadows, playing tricks with the light, seemed to dance around the princes and (Y/n), casting an ethereal glow on the scene.

Among the townspeople, a murmur of curiosity rippled through the air. The small community, caught in the currents of destiny, watched with bated breath as the princes and (Y/n) stood on the precipice of a revelation that promised to rewrite the narrative of their lives.

In the midst of confusion, (Y/n) couldn't escape the feeling that she had become a central figure in a tale that transcended the ordinary boundaries of her life. The questions lingered, and as the vampire princes drew closer, the answers seemed poised to unfold beneath the watchful eye of the moon, the silent orchestrator of a celestial dance that defied mortal comprehension.

In the moonlit glow, Youngbin, with an air of regal charisma, extended his hand toward (Y/n), breaking through the veil of confusion that enveloped her. As he stood in front of the much shorter girl, his eyes held a warmth that contrasted with the initial intensity, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

With a gentle gesture, he introduced himself and his brothers, each prince revealing a unique presence that mirrored the diverse facets of the moonlit night. Youngbin's voice, a soothing melody that resonated with authority and kindness, echoed through the square as he spoke of their quest.

As the introduction concluded, Youngbin, still extending his hand, looked at (Y/n) with a sincerity that transcended the supernatural circumstances. "And what might be your name?" he asked, his gaze inviting her to step into the unfolding tapestry of destiny.

(Y/n), still bewildered but feeling a sense of reassurance in Youngbin's presence, took his extended hand with a small nod. Bowing respectfully, she introduced herself, "I am (Y/n)."

As (Y/n) took Youngbin's extended hand, an inexplicable spark ignited within her, a sensation that resonated with a force beyond her understanding. The touch, seemingly ordinary, carried a subtle current that whispered of connections woven by the hands of destiny.

Her world shifted when Youngbin, with a sincerity that mirrored the glow of the moon above, revealed a revelation that echoed through the quiet town square. "(Y/n)," Youngbin began, his gaze unwavering, "you are our fated soulmate,"

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that transcended the ordinary. (Y/n), caught between the realms of disbelief and destiny, processed the profound declaration. The townspeople, overhearing Youngbin's words, fell into a collective hush as they witnessed the unfolding of a tale that defied the boundaries of their understanding.

The moon, casting its ethereal glow, seemed to intensify its radiance as if acknowledging the significance of the moment. The shadows, playing their silent dance, whispered secrets that only the celestial realm comprehended.

As the realization settled within her, (Y/n) met Youngbin's eyes, searching for confirmation in the depths of his gaze. The connection between them, sparked by the touch of their hands, resonated with the unspoken threads of destiny that bound the vampire princes together.

The small town, now a stage for an extraordinary chapter in the tale of the nine princes, held its breath as the cosmic dance of fate unfolded beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. In that moment, (Y/n) stood at the intersection of two worlds, her ordinary existence now intricately intertwined with the extraordinary destiny that awaited her and the vampire princes.

The weight of Youngbin's revelation hit (Y/n) with such force that she felt the ground shift beneath her. The shock nearly caused her to lose her footing, and she stumbled, the world tilting on its axis. However, before she could fully lose her balance, Jaeyoon, with reflexes as quick as moonlight, appeared by her side in an instant.

His strong and steady presence became her anchor, and Jaeyoon's supportive grasp ensured that (Y/n) regained her balance. The touch, though brief, carried a comforting reassurance, as if the vampire prince, with a silent understanding, sought to ease the overwhelming impact of the revelation.

"(Y/n), are you all right?" Jaeyoon asked with genuine concern, his eyes reflecting a mixture of empathy and curiosity. The townspeople, still caught in the collective hush, observed the unfolding scene with a sense of awe and wonder.

Taking a moment to compose herself, (Y/n) met Jaeyoon's gaze, a myriad of emotions swirling within her. The reality of being the fated soulmate of the nine princes began to settle, and the cosmic significance of the moment lingered in the air.

The moon, a silent witness to the unexpected turns of fate, continued to cast its glow upon the small town square. The shadows, now holding a different resonance, danced around the group, adding an ethereal quality to the unfolding drama.

As (Y/n) steadied herself, the realization of her newfound destiny intertwined with the journey of the vampire princes. The moonlit night, once ordinary, had become the stage for a tale that would leave an indelible mark on the quiet town and the girl who stood at the center of a prophecy that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

Inseong, with the authority befitting the eldest of the vampire princes, raised his hand, dismissing the rest of the crowd to allow him and his brothers some private time with their newfound soulmate, (Y/n). The townspeople, a mixture of awe and curiosity, began to disperse, giving the group of vampires the space they needed.

However, a handful of curious onlookers, drawn by the mysterious allure of the vampire princes and the unfolding saga, hesitated to leave. They lingered at the edges, attempting to catch a glimpse of the extraordinary encounter between the immortal beings and the girl who held the key to their destiny.

Among those who lingered, some tried to push the boundaries of Inseong's order, perhaps fueled by a desire for proximity to the supernatural spectacle. This disobedience didn't sit well with Zuho, the "dark one" of the vampire princes, who sensed the treacherous undertones in the lingering presence of the onlookers.

Zuho, with a stern expression and an icy glare that matched his reputation, decided to take matters into his own hands. In a swift and almost imperceptible motion, he summoned the power of ice, causing an ephemeral frost to trail from his fingertips. The temperature dropped, and a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through the lingering onlookers.

The sudden manifestation of Zuho's powers, coupled with his intimidating demeanor, sent a collective shudder through the crowd. The frost danced in the moonlit night, a warning that echoed the boundaries set by the vampire princes. The lingering townspeople, now thoroughly spooked, scattered like leaves in the wind, yielding to the will of the supernatural beings in their midst.

With the unwanted spectators dispelled, the town square returned to a semblance of calm. The vampire princes, flanked by the enigmatic presence of (Y/n), were left with the solitude needed for a conversation that would unravel the intricacies of the prophecy and the destinies entwined in the moonlit night. The moon, casting its serene glow upon the scene, bore witness to the unfolding tale that danced on the edges of the extraordinary and the ordinary, a tale that defied the boundaries between the mortal and the immortal realms.

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature induced by Zuho's display of power, (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver in response to the chilling atmosphere that surrounded her. The unexpected frost in the air sent a wave of cold through her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking to ward off the sudden chill.

Noticing her discomfort, Hwiyoung, the gentle and breezy vampire prince, reacted with swift kindness. Without hesitation, he removed his cloak and, with a graceful motion, draped it around (Y/n). The fabric, imbued with the essence of Hwiyoung's powers over the winds, enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth.

"There, that should help," Hwiyoung said, his voice carrying a soothing quality that echoed the breeze. The cloak, with its ethereal touch, seemed to respond to the elements under his command, creating a pocket of comfort for (Y/n) amidst the lingering traces of frost.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed by the other princes, each of them keenly aware of the small yet significant interactions unfolding in the moonlit night. The group, now standing in a more secluded part of the town square, prepared for the conversations that would shape the next chapters of their intertwined destinies.

As (Y/n) stood enveloped in Hwiyoung's cloak, the warmth and protection it offered became a tangible symbol of the bond forming between the vampire princes and their fated soulmate. The moon above, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of emotions, continued to cast its serene glow, setting the stage for the unraveling tale that lay ahead—a tale in which the ordinary and the extraordinary danced in harmony beneath the celestial canvas.

As the moonlit night embraced them in a quiet solitude, (Y/n) found herself standing with the nine vampire princes, a question weighing on her heart that she couldn't ignore. In the hushed stillness of the moment, she mustered the courage to voice the inquiry that lingered in her mind.

"What does it mean to be your soulmate?" she asked, her voice a gentle yet earnest murmur beneath the night sky.

The princes, their expressions a blend of ancient wisdom and contemporary curiosity, exchanged glances as if silently communicating the gravity of the question. Inseong, the eldest, stepped forward, his eyes holding a depth that spoke of centuries lived beneath the moon's watchful gaze.

"To be our soulmate," Inseong began, his words measured and resonant, "means that your destiny is intricately tied to ours. It means you hold the key to unlocking the dormant powers within us, powers that, when united, can reshape the very fabric of our existence."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, continued the explanation. "It means that, together, we fulfill a prophecy that binds us as one. Your connection with each of us is unique, and through that connection, the magic that resides within can be awakened."

Hwiyoung, ever attuned to the winds of change, expressed, "Being our soulmate means becoming a part of a cosmic symphony, where each note, each thread, contributes to the grand design of our shared destiny."

Chani, with his connection to the natural world, added, "It means finding harmony not just with us but also with the elements that surround us, a balance between the supernatural and the ordinary."

In this exchange, (Y/n) gained glimpses into the complexities of the prophecy, each prince offering a piece of the puzzle that was their shared destiny. The moon, casting its silvery glow upon the group, seemed to listen to the unfolding dialogue that would shape the path ahead.

As the explanation unfolded, (Y/n) absorbed the weight of her role in this cosmic narrative, her ordinary existence now intricately woven with the extraordinary destinies of the nine vampire princes. The moonlit night, witness to their revelations, held the promise of a journey that would transcend the boundaries of the known and venture into the realms of magic, fate, and the timeless dance of the celestial.

Dawon's words echoed through the moonlit night, each syllable carrying the weight of an eternal promise. As the youngest among the vampire princes, his expression softened with a sincerity that transcended the ages.

"It also means," Dawon continued, his voice gentle yet unwavering, "to spend the rest of our lives together, an eternal bond of love."

The revelation hung in the air, a profound declaration that resonated with the timeless nature of the vampire princes' existence. The moon, casting its ethereal glow upon the gathering, seemed to embrace the weight and beauty of the commitment being offered.

The other princes, their eyes reflecting the depth of emotions that accompanied Dawon's words, nodded in agreement. In that moment, the small group stood at the threshold of an extraordinary journey—a journey that would unfold not just beneath the moonlit sky but across the vast expanse of time itself.

"(Y/n)," Taeyang spoke, "you are the missing piece in our eternal puzzle. The completion of our bond heralds an ageless love that transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding."

As the revelation settled, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. The prospect of an eternal bond, a love that spanned lifetimes, held both the allure of the extraordinary and the weight of profound responsibility.

The moon, now a silent witness to the unfolding vows, continued its watchful gaze. The vampire princes and (Y/n), standing beneath its silvery glow, became a testament to the enduring power of love that, like the moon itself, wove through the tapestry of time, leaving an indelible mark on the pages of an immortal tale.

With the weight of the eternal bond and the unfolding destiny settling in the air, (Y/n) decided to lighten the atmosphere with a question that hinted at the practicalities of their newfound connection. A playful smile graced her lips as she inquired, "So, will I be moving to your castle, or are you all planning to live in my small town?"

The question brought forth a chorus of chuckles from the vampire princes, a welcome respite from the weighty discussions of destiny and eternal bonds. Each prince exchanged amused glances, their laughter reflecting the camaraderie that existed among them.

Chani, spoke with a twinkle in his eye, "Well, (Y/n), the castle does have a certain timeless charm, but we are more than willing to adapt to the comforts of your small town if that's your preference."

Youngbin, with his charismatic presence, added, "After all, the magic lies not just in the grandeur of castles but in the simple joys of everyday life."

The other princes, in turn, expressed their willingness to embrace the lifestyle of (Y/n)'s town, acknowledging that the choice was a shared one. Jaeyoon, with a warm smile, mentioned the appeal of a close-knit community, while Dawon playfully commented on the prospect of exploring the town's charms.

Zuho, known for his icy demeanor, surprised everyone with a teasing remark, "Who knows, perhaps the 'dark one' might find warmth in the quaint corners of your town."

Rowoon, with his charming demeanor, chimed in, "Whether castle or town, our home is where our soulmate is."

The playful banter continued, creating a lighthearted atmosphere amidst the profound discussions. The moon, still casting its serene glow, seemed to appreciate the balance between the weight of destiny and the joy found in the simplicity of shared laughter.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) stood beneath the moonlit sky, the question of where their shared journey would unfold became a topic of mutual consideration. The choices ahead, whether within the walls of a castle or amidst the familiarity of a small town, reflected the harmonious dance of the extraordinary and the ordinary—a dance that would define the chapters of their eternal bond.

Youngbin's words, infused with the weight of responsibility as the crown prince, conveyed the practical necessity of returning to the castle. The reality of ruling a kingdom required their presence in the realm they governed. As he spoke, there was a sincerity in his gaze that sought understanding, recognizing the potential complexities that such a decision might carry.

"However, truthfully, we must return to the castle. We cannot rule the kingdom from here. Will you come with us?" Youngbin's question hung in the air, carrying the weight of the choices that (Y/n) now faced.

(Y/n), with a thoughtful expression, considered the implications of such a decision. The life she had known in the small town, with its simplicity and shared moments, tugged at the strings of familiarity. Yet, as she reflected, she found no binding strings that tethered her to the town. The unfolding connection with the vampire princes, the promises of an eternal bond, and the destiny that awaited seemed to beckon her toward a path that transcended the boundaries of her ordinary existence.

In the quiet moments that followed, Youngbin's gaze held a blend of anticipation and respect, recognizing that the choice was a significant one. The other princes, standing beside him, awaited (Y/n)'s response with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

As (Y/n) pondered the question, the moon, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of destinies, continued to cast its gentle glow upon the scene. The night, pregnant with possibilities, held the promise of a journey that could unfold within the storied walls of a castle, where the echoes of their shared destiny would resonate through the corridors of time.

The decision, a pivotal moment in the tale that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together, awaited a choice that would shape the course of their eternal bond.

With the weight of the decision hanging in the air and the moon casting its serene glow upon the scene, (Y/n) took a moment to contemplate the choices before her. The prospect of life within the castle intertwined with the destiny of the vampire princes, and the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom were not decisions to be taken lightly.

After a minute or two of thoughtful consideration, (Y/n) looked at the vampire princes, her eyes reflecting a newfound determination. With a soft yet resolute voice, she answered, "Yes, I will come with you."

The words, like a gentle breeze, carried a promise that resonated with the destiny written in the stars. The vampire princes, their expressions a mix of joy and gratitude, exchanged glances that spoke volumes about the significance of (Y/n)'s decision.

Youngbin, the crown prince, nodded with a sense of responsibility fulfilled, recognizing the gravity of the commitment. The other princes, each harboring their unique connection with (Y/n), welcomed her decision with a shared understanding that their shared journey was set to take a new and extraordinary turn.

As (Y/n) stepped into the path of the unknown, the moon above seemed to smile upon the gathering, casting its approval upon the choice that would shape the destinies of mortals and immortals alike. The night, now filled with the promise of a shared future, stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and the harmonious dance of ordinary and extraordinary moments beneath the watchful gaze of the celestial realm.

And so, the vampire princes and their fated soulmate embarked on a journey back to the castle, where the tapestry of their eternal bond would continue to unfold in a tale written by the hand of destiny.

Taeyang's thoughtful inquiry about (Y/n)'s belongings, met with her admission of only having a handful of half-broken clothing, prompted a kind and considerate response from the gentle prince. "We'll make sure you have everything you need," he assured, a warmth in his eyes that mirrored the promise of care and provision.

Jaeyoon, known for his charming and affable nature, leaned down and whispered in (Y/n)'s ear. His voice, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night, carried a reassurance that hinted at the opulence awaiting her in the castle. "At the castle, you'll have the most beautiful things and clothes," he shared, his words weaving a vision of a life beyond the confines of the small town.

The prospect of a new beginning, adorned with the luxuries and splendors of the castle, brought a glimmer of anticipation to (Y/n)'s eyes. The contrast between her humble belongings and the promise of a life filled with opulence seemed to symbolize the transformative journey she was about to undertake.

As the vampire princes and (Y/n) prepared to leave the small town behind, the moon, casting its silver glow, bore witness to the exchange of promises and the anticipation of the extraordinary destiny that lay ahead. The night held the echo of whispered assurances, the rustle of cloaks, and the collective heartbeat of those bound by the threads of an eternal bond.

The journey back to the castle, where the vampire princes and their soulmate would begin a new chapter, unfolded beneath the celestial canvas. The night, with its mysteries and promises, embraced them in its tender embrace, marking the commencement of a tale that transcended the boundaries of time and mortality.

As the decision was made to begin the journey back to the castle, the vampire princes, with an air of purpose, started to mount their horses. In the midst of this organized activity, Zuho, the "dark one," extended his hand toward (Y/n). The gesture was an unexpected yet graceful invitation—a hand offered not just in assistance but in a shared journey.

Zuho's icy gaze softened for a moment, revealing a depth of consideration and perhaps a hint of the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. The hand he extended toward (Y/n) held a silent promise of companionship on the path that lay ahead.

With a small yet appreciative smile, (Y/n) accepted Zuho's hand. His touch, surprisingly gentle, conveyed a silent understanding that transcended words. With his guidance, she mounted the horse behind him, finding herself positioned to ride alongside the "dark one" as they embarked on the journey back to the castle.

The other princes, mounted on their steeds, glanced back with smiles that held a mix of camaraderie and anticipation. The moon, now a celestial companion to the riders, continued to cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, blessing the beginning of a journey that promised to be as magical as the night itself.

As the group set forth on horseback, the clip-clop of hooves echoed through the night, harmonizing with the rustle of cloaks and the whispers of destiny. The small town, now a fading memory in the distance, marked the point of departure for a tale that would unfold within the walls of the castle—a tale written by the hand of fate, guided by the moon, and carried forward by the eternal bond that bound the vampire princes and their fated soulmate.

Life at the castle unfolded like a dream for (Y/n), a dream adorned with opulence, enchanting corridors, and the company of the vampire princes. Each passing day brought a cascade of romantic moments that seemed to transcend the ordinary boundaries of time and space.

The castle, with its majestic halls and secret passages, became a backdrop for shared laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world where the extraordinary mingled seamlessly with the ordinary, where the moonlit nights held the promise of eternal love.

Her heart, once beating to the rhythm of a small town's simplicity, now quickened with every romantic gesture, every shared gaze, and every touch exchanged with the vampire princes. The bond between them deepened, and the feelings (Y/n) harbored for the boys grew, a symphony of emotions that resonated within the castle's grand walls.

As the moon continued its watchful gaze over the castle, the love story within its walls unfolded like a tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny. The small town, now a distant memory, had given way to a life where each romantic moment marked a page in the timeless narrative that celebrated the extraordinary connection between mortals and immortals.

The romance, woven into the very fabric of their shared existence, became a testament to the enduring power of love that defied the constraints of mortality. Whether it was a dance beneath the chandeliers, a shared moment on the castle battlements, or a stolen kiss in the moonlit gardens, each romantic interlude added a new verse to the eternal ballad that bound the vampire princes and (Y/n) together.

In the castle's vast library, Youngbin and (Y/n) found a shared haven among the shelves of ancient tomes and modern novels. Engaged in passionate discussions about literature, their intellectual connection blossomed into something deeper. Amidst the scent of aging parchment, they shared stolen kisses, each one a promise sealed between the pages of a romantic novel.

In the serene castle gardens, Inseong became (Y/n)'s patient guide in the art of drawing. Surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves, their afternoons were spent capturing the beauty of the world on paper. With each stroke of the pencil, a silent dialogue unfolded, expressing emotions that words could not convey.

Jaeyoon, with his affinity for nature, led (Y/n) through the enchanting castle greenhouse. Amidst vibrant blooms and exotic plants, they explored the hidden corners of the botanical sanctuary. The air filled with the sweet scent of flowers as they discovered the magic that flourished in the heart of the castle.

Dawon, with a penchant for elegance, whisked (Y/n) away on a shopping spree through the castle's extensive wardrobe. As he selected the most exquisite gowns, each fitting (Y/n)'s figure like a dream, their bond deepened amidst the swirl of silk and the shimmer of jewels.

In the heart of winter, Zuho created an enchanting ice rink within the castle grounds. Hand in hand, they glided across the frozen surface, the crisp air echoing with laughter and the scrape of skates. Under the starlit sky, Zuho guided (Y/n) through a dance on ice, a metaphor for the delicate balance of their shared journey.

Cozy nights in the castle's private theater became a sanctuary for (Y/n) and Rowoon. Snuggled under warm blankets, they watched movies that spanned genres, their laughter and shared commentary creating a soundtrack to their growing affection. In the dim glow of the screen, Rowoon held (Y/n) close, each frame capturing a moment frozen in time.

Taeyang, with the rhythm of a dancer's heart, twirled (Y/n) under the moonlit sky. The castle ballroom became a stage for their shared dances, each step a declaration of love set to the music that echoed through the grand halls. In the embrace of the waltz, Taeyang and (Y/n) found a harmony that transcended the ordinary.

Beneath the blanket of the midnight sky, Hwiyoung and (Y/n) shared intimate picnics on the castle battlements. Surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns, they exchanged innocent kisses as the stars bore witness to the quiet moments that illuminated the night.

In the castle's music room, Chani became (Y/n)'s patient instructor in the art of piano. Guiding her hands across the ivory keys, they created melodies that echoed through the castle corridors. In each chord and refrain, a symphony of emotions unfolded, expressing the depth of their connection in a language that only music could convey.

The castle, once a vast expanse that echoed with the footsteps of nine vampire princes, had held an air of grandeur that seemed to stretch into endless corridors. Despite the camaraderie among the princes, there lingered a sense of solitude, a quiet loneliness that whispered through the empty spaces.

However, with the arrival of (Y/n), the castle underwent a transformation. The once seemingly boundless halls now resonated with shared laughter, the warmth of companionship, and the echo of shared moments. The castle, once a majestic but solitary fortress, began to feel alive, each room infused with the energy of newfound connections.

The presence of just one more person had turned the castle into a home. The grandeur of its architecture and the opulence of its halls became the backdrop for a tale of love and shared destinies. The once-lonely corridors now held the imprint of shared footsteps, and the walls, witnesses to individual and collective moments, seemed to radiate a newfound warmth.

As (Y/n) navigated the castle's twists and turns, she found comfort in the familiarity of the vampire princes' presence. The once-never-ending halls now felt like a tapestry woven with threads of shared experiences, a testament to the bonds that had transformed a fortress into a home.

The castle, with its storied history and timeless architecture, became more than just a residence for the vampire princes. It became a haven, a sanctuary where love, laughter, and the echoes of shared moments filled the air. The once-lonely castle had found its heart, and that heartbeat in harmony with the collective rhythm of its newfound residents—a home that embraced the extraordinary and celebrated the magic of connection.

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Hwiyoung (SF9) | Sharing a bed for the first time & “Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?” fluff | 0.8k

You’ve promised each other it wouldn’t be awkward. Why should it be, after all? You’ve seen each other at your lowest points, you’ve helped each other through them, so why should spending a night on the same bed be a big deal? It shouldn’t, that’s right. Honestly, it's a wonder that this is a first - something you tell yourself to prompt excitement to push down the anxiety.

Because despite your long years of friendship, something feels different. It's been like that for weeks now. You can't pinpoint exactly when it started, but at some point something in the air changed. Suddenly when Youngkyun got close, there was tension that wasn’t there before, the air felt charged with electricity that made you both laugh awkwardly as you put distance between you.

Avoidance is not a solution, though. And as much as you could rely on him to tell you if he felt uncomfortable, this seems to make him feel as conflicted, although pleasantly, as it makes you, and therefore you suppose you’ll have to address things first. But how are you supposed to tell your best friend that you fell for him, suddenly and without a warning? Again, why is it a big deal if you’re pretty sure he feels the same way? It’s all stupid, and yet…

Getting under the covers is awkward despite the promise. Youngkyun seems to feel out of place in his own bed. In the darkness, you can see him stealing glances at you while looking all around his room as if it’s his first time sleeping there.

“Hey,” you call softly as you turn to lay on your side, facing him. So does he, his eyes finally settling on your form. “Everything alright? I can take the couch.”

“No way,” he shakes his head. You both know the disastrous effect his couch has on one’s back and the agony felt in the morning. “I’m fine. This is just new.”

You agree. But even so, it doesn’t feel bad at all.

“It’s just us,” you remind him quietly. He nods. You lay quietly and watch each other. It’s not exactly new. You’ve done plenty of staring and caught him in the act more times than you could count too. It’s different now, though, like so many other things.

You take the risk and shuffle just an inch closer. He doesn’t move away, nor does he flinch when you slowly place a hand on his cheek. As so many times before, he relaxes under your touch and closes his eyes just for a second.

When he opens them, he looks more nervous than before. Yet he covers your hand with his to keep it there. His fingers stroke yours, coaxing you to relax as he’s trying to. It’s not long before he reaches out, brushing his hand on your cheek. The tips of his fingers trace your face slowly, carefully. You don’t dare break eye contact. You need to show him, somehow, that you trust him and that this is alright.

Soon you mimic his actions, caressing his face and letting your fingers commit his features into your memory. Not just how he looks, but how his soft skin feels, the little imperfections he hides exposed.

“Can we talk?” he asks, and as much as you hate this particular question, it’s hard to feel nervous with the way he’s looking at you, “What are we? What are we doing?”

You feel like it’s for the best if you don’t overthink the answer too much, so you don’t.

“We’re doing what feels right,” you whisper and search for any sign of disagreement on his face but all you find is relief, “I like it.”

“I like it too.”

The reassurance comes a little too quickly, smiles tugging at your lips. Your hand slides down to his jaw. Your thumb brushes against his lips and you feel his breath hitch. It’s his turn to follow your lead, adjusting the position of his hand to perfectly mirror yours. Words are impossible when it’s hard to breathe.

“What time is it?” he asks suddenly, and as confused as you are, you trust him.

“I don’t know, why?”

“It must be around midnight, but…” he takes a breath and hesitates. So you move closer, hoping that the minimum of space between you will reassure him. It seems to work, to provide him with enough confidence to move his hand from your face to your waist. He pulls you closer when you, silently, give him the okay.

“If this is going where I hope it’s going,” he says, voice dropping lower until you can barely hear, “I want to know the exact date.”

You can barely hear yourself laugh over the beating of your heart.

“Why not just check the time then, hm?” you tease, suddenly so overcome by your fondness for him you might just kiss him now. He’s faster, his concern forgotten for the time being.

The feeling of his lips on yours is much better than you imagined, reality for the first time beats the fantasy.

#sf9 #hwiyoung #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 fluff #hwiyoung fluff #sf9 x reader #hwiyoung x reader #drabble #fluff #requested

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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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Hey, if your requests are still open, could you please do a sf9 reaction where they are out with some friends and with them there's also a friend of friends which is the reader and they never met before but they don't know the boys are famous and so they treat them as normal people?

Hello Lovely <3 I hope this is what you wanted xx

SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them

Youngbin meets you through friends at a small get together. You begin chatting and he realises how much you both have in common. When you ask him what he does for a living he finds himself smiling and awkwardly looking at his feet. He finds it incredibly cute that you don't recognise him and tells you he works in music management, not really wanting to give himself away. As you spend more time talking together, he eventually asks for your number and invites you on a date where he plans to open up more about his job.

When you both meet at a birthday dinner for a mutual friend, he finds himself inwardly laughing when you ask for his name upon being seated next to him. He can't help but feel drawn to you and keeps dropping not so subtle hints as to who he is. Eventually your friend pulls you to one side and pulls up Inseong's details on the internet to save you from further embarrassment as you were the only clueless one at the table. You find yourself apologising several times and telling him you enjoy his music. A few days later he builds up the courage to ask the friend for your number as he can't seem to get you out of his mind.

Jaeyoon can tell by the look on your face when you're introduced to each other that you have no idea who he is, so he ends up deciding to run with it. He is the type to make up an elaborate story about being a lion tamer or racing car driver and enjoy the cute/shocked look on your face. He finds you so innocent and adorable that he can't keep himself away from you. Eventually when someone else joins the conversation and asks him about his groups comeback, it eventually clicks in your mind who he is. You apologise profusely and he just waves it off as nothing. Definitely will ask if you want to make it up to him though by allowing him to take you out and how could you say no to that face.

You reach out to shake his hand and ask for his name after being introduced and his eyes grow to be the size of saucers. Dawon will laugh at first thinking its a joke but eventually will realise you're being serious. Ends up taking you by the hand to the nearest table and passing you a headphone before putting the other in his ear. Makes you listen to several songs and feels proud when you recognise some. Tells you that you need to meet up regularly for more SF9 lessons, but really just wants to spend more time with you.

Zuho's group means everything to him and he is so proud to be apart of it. When the two of you meet for the first time, he is shocked when you don't know who he is. He seems like he would take it quite personally so you end up in a long discussion about SF9's discovery and you can't help but smile and how cute and passionate he is when he explains it all to you. He continues to discuss it whilst walking you home and the only way to stop him from talking is to kiss him.

Everyone's eyes are on him when he enters his friends open day party for their new clothing store. You see alot of people taking pictures and asking for autographs. You however slink into the corner having no idea who he is and racking for brain for ideas. Your friend would introduce you both and you find yourself asking what he does for a living...best to be upfront instead of pretending to know. You see his eyes widen a little before a smile settles on his face. Once he explains who he is, he realises that you haven't gone into a fan girl moment like alot of people do upon meeting him. Spends the rest of the evening hovering around you and finding himself jealous when another man approaches you. After you break away from others to get yourself a drink, he would be super open and ask you out on a date.

Taeyang is another one who would be open about his career when you first meet. He isn't too shocked you don't recognise him but he definitely uses the opportunity to get to know you more whilst explaining about himself. By the end of the night you are both entrapped in a discussion about music, movies and the meaning of life. His softness and warmth makes you feel a sense of comfort you didn't know existed. It will be you who makes the first move by passing him your number and kissing him on the cheek before quickly leaving the venue. Safe to say you already have your next several dates planned together.

Hwiyoung would enter your friends birthday party looking all cool and dripping with confidence. Confidence which is knocked when you ask for his name. He can't work out whether your joking or being serious so would just stare at you blinking waiting for you to waiver. Eventually once he has gotten over the small shock he explains who he is and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you recognise their newest song. Hints heavily about you coming to a concert they were having and takes your number to send you the details, whilst secretly planning to ask the group on how he can ask you out properly.

Nothing really fazes Chani so he's not in complete shock when you don't recognise him at an art show held by your friend. He can come off as quite distant and you're not quite sure why at first. Chani would be quite happy to let you talk and get to know you better before dropping the bomb that he's a famous singer and actor. Would awkwardly ask you out and pass you his number before turning on his heel and leaving you stood there dumbfounded.

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jalwoorideul · 1 year

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Yeona’s Dating History

taglist: @sakuurra, @raybans4, @enhacolor, @mythicalamphitrite, @amethyistheart,

Noh Kyungnam

Period: January 2016 - April 2016

Current Status: Acquaintances

Public/Private: Private

Kyungnam and Yeona have known each since before her debut. Both were dancers in practice and in the period that Yeona was training to become a professional, they met. When she started training to become an idol, they lost touch and only got to talk again in early 2016. Yeona and Kyungnam were extremely compatible. Even their friends noticed that they had a lot of similarities — which could have been the reason for their breakup. They were so similar that they didn't have the chance to grow with one another and soon they fell out of love. It was short lived but it was a good breakup. They said to remain as friends but they didn't really tall much after that.

YOO TAEYANG

Period: February 2017 - October 2018

Status: Supportive Friends

Public/Private: Private

Her first serious relationship. Taeyang and Yeona met numerous times on music shows and award shows. With the dozens of encounters they've had since both SF9 and Seventeen were actively promoting, it was nearly impossible to have these two not be attracted to one another The two made a few small talks which soon developed into more when they got each other's numbers. Even their members were pleasantly surprised to have two of the shyest members of their groups find comfort in the other much quickly. Later on the two began dating and it turned out more serious than they thought. They considered the other their first love, but sadly the romance wasn't enough for them to last. After almost two years, the two of them finally called it off after busy schedules and conflicts over not having enough time. Yeona thinks it would've been the best because she thinks that if they stayed they would've only hurt the other more with the constant fighting. Nonetheless, the two reconnected after having some time to cool off and continued to stay friends.

JEON WONWOO

Period: October 2021 - current

Current Status: Dating

Private/Public: Private

This one took a long time before it actually happened. The two were in the same group together and Yeona had this philosophy that she shouldn't date any of her members after receiving so much hate over the mere thought that she was "seducing" them when she was not. All the feelings they for one another at the beginning were platonic and friendly. Yeona didn't even think she'd consider to like him, but eventually she began drawing feelings for him in 2019. At first she thought that she was just attracted to hin physically (because who wouldn't), until she began to notice that the actions Wonwoo would do in the past seemed to have a different effect on her now. Wonwoo on the other hand didn't notice any of his feelings until she began seeing Taeyang. Once he thought he was just being over protective of her but soon he realized that it was because he likes her. He kept it a secret for so long because she was in a happy relationship and because he know that she didn't want to get involved with any of the members. Then as soon as 2021 happened, they began to show more of their feelings to the other. The other members were more than happy on the other hand to see some progress between the two because they've been noticing their feelings toward the other for a while now and thought that they should leave it between them to figure it out. On October 2021, Wonwoo finally opened up his feelings after hiding for years which Yeona reciprocated. The pair have been dating since.

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starlitmark · 1 year

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Summary: Youngkyun has no idea how he got into this party or why he was even there. When the hostess invites him to a private party, who is he to refuse? Pairing: Youngkyun (Hwiyoung) x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: parties, language, kissing Smut Warnings: dry humping, size kink, hair pulling, balcony sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 1,368

Chapter 5: Change of Pace ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 7: What are the odds?

Youngkyun snakes his way through the crowded mansion. He could not tell you how he found his way into this part of the island and into this party. He really was enjoying a leisurely week relaxing on the beach, but it’s probably about 2 am, and he’s here instead of in the beach house with the others. He doesn’t know where exactly he’s trying to go, but somewhere slightly less crowded would be lovely right now. Youngkyun pushes his dark hair back and out of his face, but it still falls back down in his eyes.

“You lost?” he hears a woman’s voice shout over the music.

He turns around and sees a rather beautiful woman, tiny but gorgeous. You’re dressed to impress but still in the appropriate attire for a house party. You offer him a sweet smile that makes him feel comfortable with you.

“Just trying to find somewhere quieter.” he yells back.

“Follow me!” you reply.

You offer your hand out to him, and he takes it. You guide him upstairs, weaving through the sea of people as best you can. Taking him up the grand staircase, you do your best to ignore the not-completely-sober people making out all over your house. You guide the tall man into your bedroom and shut the door tightly. The pulse of the music downstairs still comes through the walls, but it’s very diluted.

“Better?” you ask, leaning against your door.

“Yeah, thanks.” he responds, throwing himself back into the desk chair, “You know the host?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You just seem to know this house really well.” You chuckle, “I’d hope I know my house well.”

“Yours? Damn, nice place you have.”

“My parents just wanna keep me out of their hair, honestly. Thanks though.”

You sit on your bed, lean back on your hands, and sigh. He seems to study your body language and your relaxed energy. You’re studying him just as much. He’s trying to figure you out and if you’re down to do anything. You absolutely are. You guess you just need to show it. Standing up, you walk towards him. His eye follows you. Even when you’re standing directly in front of him, he’s looking up at you. It’s something you shouldn’t get used to with his stature, but you enjoy it while you can. You place your hands on his shoulders and climb into his lap. He keeps his hands respectfully on the armrests until you give him a clear sign that it’s okay. You lean in, leaving barely any space between your lips, allowing him to stop you if he wants. When he doesn’t, you connect your lips to his. He practically growls into the kiss and finally places his hands on your hips. You find yourself sinking into his lap more and grinding against him.

“Ya know, you’re so tiny.” he muses through the kiss, “I could probably pick you up and split you open like it’s nothing.”

“Yeah?” you sigh back, “How about you show me that then.”

He smirks at you, “Look at you, leaking all over my pants. You don’t have any upper hand here, doll.”

He takes your words as a challenge, lifts you up, and presses you against the wall beside the door to your balcony. You aren’t sure what he’s planning, but you couldn’t care less. How he’s kissing you has you on cloud nine, maybe even higher.

“How do you feel about getting fucked on that pretty balcony of yours?” he rasps.

You nod, “If you don’t, I’ll leave right now.”

“You’re a bad liar, tiny.” he chuckles, “You go on out there. I’ll be right behind you.”

You thank whatever higher power there is that you opted not to wear anything under your short dress. You lean your arms on the cool stone balustrade and have your dress hiked up over your hips. You feel his presence behind you, but he isn’t touching you yet. You can hear his footsteps approaching you, then his slightly rough hands on your ass. His other hand rests on the stone beside your arm. He leans down, so his face is next to yours.

“You look prettiest like this, tiny. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle getting fucked by me? You won’t break the moment I’m inside you?”

“I won’t break, please, get inside me already.” you whine.

“Whatever you wish.” he chuckles.

You can hear the clink of a belt being undone, and soon after, you can feel him grinding his bare cock against your pussy. You whimper at the sensation and push back against him. He chuckles and gently pushes in. You gasp at the intrusion and place your forehead against your arm.

“That’s just the tip, angel. We have quite a ways to go. You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” you gasp, “just be slow.”

He does just that. After each inch, he checks on you and reassures you that you can stop whenever if it’s too much. You tell him to keep going every time, though. Once he’s fully inside you, he places a hand on your hip and rubs small circles into it. You’re more than ready to move on, though. You thrust yourself onto him with a wanton moan. He doesn’t stop you, either. You fuck yourself on him as if your life depends on it. You know you probably sound and look desperate, but that was the least of your worries right now.

“You’re doing so well. Tight little pussy keeps sucking me in.” Youngkyun muses.

He grabs your hair and drags you up to be flush against his chest. Now he takes over and thrusts into you at a bruising pace. You absolutely love it. The slight pain of him pulling your hair, combined with how roughly he’s fucking you, makes you feel amazing. You’re hardly staying on the ground at this point. You’re on your tiptoes just to stay in the right position for him. Everything about him is so big you can’t get enough of it. The sound of his hips meeting your ass with each thrust makes the situation more arousing. The beach breeze makes goosebumps rise on your skin, but it’s more than welcomed with the heat of the moment. He tugs your hair slightly harder, and you make eye contact with him. He looks completely lost in lust, just like you.

“Where do you want me to cum, tiny?”

“Anywhere, just let me cum too.” you moan.

“Go on, make a mess on my cock.” he muses, “As much as I’d love to stuff this tiny pussy full of my cum, I doubt you want to go back to your party dripping all over the place.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you drop your head further against him and enjoy the feeling. He doesn’t take much longer to make your orgasm come crashing over you. You babble out nonsensical words and moan. Youngkyun follows not long after, pulling out and cumming across your ass. You cringe slightly at the feeling of the pearlescent liquid dripping down your thigh but not enough to feel disgusting.

Youngkyun retreats into the room momentarily and finds a random piece of fabric to clean you with. You appreciate the gesture. Not many hookups, let alone ones who are nameless to you, do this. He gently kisses your shoulder and offers to take you to your bed. Accepting his offer, you are now cuddling with this unnamed man under your blankets. Even though neither of you is wearing very comfortable clothes, the room’s energy is comfortable.

“You wanna stay the night? It gets lonely in this place all alone.” “If you wish me to, I’ll stay.”

“Thank you, um-”

“Youngkyun.” he smiles, pulling you to lay your head on his chest.

“Thank you, Youngkyun. I just hope you know once I’m recovered from round one, we’re going at least another two times.” you smile as if you’re talking about a perfectly innocent topic.

He raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs. Yeah, he isn’t going back to the beach house tonight. He’ll deal with the interrogation tomorrow. Right now, all he can focus on is you.

Networks: @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List strikethrough = unable to tag: @meowniee @cryoculus @2nk-3554 @yumekowhore @hyunjaespresent-deobi

#sf9 smut #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #sf9 fanfic #sf9 x reader #hwiyoung fanfic #hwiyoung x reader #hwiyoung smut

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serenadeofher · 11 months

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a little birthday surprise

synopsis; you decided to make your boyfriend a little surprise for his bday

pairing; hwiyoung x reader

genre; boyfriend au with a little bit of fluff

word count; 787

A sunny Sunday and your favorite man’s birthday. There is no other way you would want to spend this Sunday then with him on your sweet little balcony. It’s nothing bougie as a matter of fact when you moved into your apartment the balcony looked just plain old basic until you gave it your own little touch.

With the help of your boyfriend, who contributed you with a lot of the green plants placed all over the small space and your affinity to care for plants, it became your little relax area where you can sit in the summer having a light breeze tickle your skin and your warm boyfriend sitting right beside you on the not so spacious two seater.

You were reading a book on here previously while waiting for him to arrive at your place. The plan was to surprise him with a cake for the two of us you baked with all your heart and care to make it look good. The colored frosting forming the words: happy birthday kyun and a cat in the middle of the cake with a 24 written right beside it.

You had already gotten his actual gift ready and wrapped on the glass table infront of the two seater. While he was sitting there you grabbed the cake and lit the candles before quickly walking out of your living room while singing a birthday song to him.

His smile was wide, singing along with you and clapping loudly along to your singing voices. You put the cake on the table and said “make a wish kyun”. He closed his eyes and thought for a second before blowing out the few candles on top of the cake.

He opened his eyes again and with a wide grin on his face “thank you baby but this wasn’t necessary” he pulled you towards him by your hand and you plopped down beside him on the sofa. His hand on your cheek he moves towards you and gives you a deep but sweet kiss on your lips.

The corners of your lips automatically went up. “Come on unpack your actual gift now” you nudge his side. With a chuckle he grabs the present and rips the wrap with too much care open.

When he opens the lid of the box that was wrapped, he sees a beautiful bracelet that fits perfectly to the other ones he sports on his arm daily. His eyes lit up and he puts it on while commenting “it looks so good where did you get it?”.

You laugh knowing him well he probably wants to check out the rest of the collection. There is only one problem there is no actual collection to this. “I made it myself. I hope you like it”

“Are you kidding me this is so beautiful I’m not taking it off” he muses towards you. He smooches you with one more kiss right beside your lips this time.

“But that’s not all” you remind him. His hand grabs the box one more time to see something shiny between the paper in the box where the bracelet was placed on.

A beautiful ring that matches one you got a few days ago. You grab the ring out of his hand and slide it onto his right index finger. You know he doesn’t really like to wear rings on all of his fingers. The only ring he casually wears along with his bracelets is one of your silver rings he “stole” from you but the difference of your and his fingers being quite large, the ring only fit on his pinky.

“Just thing of this as a promise ring from me. You don’t have to wear it on your ring finger tho.” You quickly add. He is really speechless now. What did he do to deserve such a caring girlfriend like you.

“Actually I think that’s where you are supposed ti wear them right? So that’s exactly what I’m going to do” is all he says while moving the ring on said finger.

The rest of the day is spend with the both of you cuddling on the balcony. You wrapped in his big arms and hugging him tightly back while talking until it’s dark outside.

#sf9 x reader #sf9 scenarios #hwiyoung #kim youngkyun #au #ff

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itsmykindoflove · 2 years

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[5:37 p.m.]

“My dear and beloved bride and future wife

I wish I could say that you met me at the happiest moment of my life and that your presence made that happiness triple, but that was not the case. You knew me at my worst, when I was sick, tired, hurt, tormented by my thoughts. You met me when nothing else made sense to me and it was your arrival that made me see that life can be good. When I saw you walk into that room, my world stopped and I felt like I should have you in my life. I fought an internal battle between asking for your number or just letting you go, thankfully my courage was bigger than my fear and pride. I thank fate for putting us together; you know it was never a coincidence that our paths crossed. It was written long before we were both born, that we would be soulmates or something similar.

I love every detail of our story. From when we met, to our first date, our first kiss, our first fight, our first night making love, our first trip... Not just the first, but the second, third, fourth and infinitely. I love it.

I love everything about you and everything that comes from you. Your beauty, your personality, your flaws, your voice, your laugh, your way of distrusting trusting, your mindset, your opinions, your patience or lack of it, your touch, the way you give me attention and understand my flaws and faults. Your eyes speak a thousand words and we can each be on the side of the room and I'll still understand you in the blink of an eye. They say no one is perfect, but you are close to perfection. And this perfection already made me doubt if I'm the right guy for you and what I should improve on. The fear of losing you or not being enough for you, corrode me and will always corrode me, until my last breath. And I still wonder what you saw in me and why you accepted me as your love, friend and partner.

I know that in this new phase that we will enter, it will demand a lot of love, patience, respect and cooperation. That we will have ups and downs, that we will laugh and cry, that we will want to kill each other or sacrifice ourselves and that we will have to give up our selfishness and pride to make it work, but it will be worth it and for you I do everything without even doubting. You just ask and I do. And I always will.

I promise I will help you. I promise I will never hurt you or make you doubt. I will never give you reasons to give up on us. I will never belittle you or think that I am more important than you. I will never put my needs above yours. I will never put you last and break your heart. And I promise I will love you forever. Those are my oaths to you.

And finally, I thank the heaven for allowing your parents to bring you into the world and you for choosing to live. I am the happiest man in the world, because you are mine and I am yours.

From your fiancé, and in a few hours, husband.

I love you so much and forever.

Please, don't run away with someone else and leave me at the altar. ”

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yawnzzznnn · 9 months

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♡︎Kpop Boys ♡︎ pt.1 ♡︎ pt.2 ♡︎ pt.3 ♡

♡︎Trainee A♡︎ ♡︎8Turn♡︎

♡︎Xikers♡︎ ♡︎Stray Kids♡︎

♡︎Enhypen♡︎ ♡︎TxT♡︎

♡︎SF9♡︎ ♡︎BTOB♡︎

♡︎BOYNEXTDOOR♡︎ ♡︎ATEEZ♡︎

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slytherinshua · 3 months

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HOME WITH YOU

genre. fluff. inseong as a dad. warnings. a toddler (great heavens). mention of overworking. pairing. husband!inseong x nurse!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. inseong is so very dad coded :( along w youngbin also but i decided to write for inseong first probably gonna have that youngbin dad fic soon tho

“You messed it up, daddy!” You heard muffled squeals from the other room. It was still the first week of kindergarten for your 4 year old daughter, Mina. She wanted to wear pigtails every day for school, and your husband had been trying to oblige her request every day where you needed to sleep in.

You worked late shifts at the hospital, especially during the flu season that was just starting. It was exhausting, but coming home to Inseong and Mina always made it worth it.

You forced your eyes open enough to check the time on your phone, groaning when you realized it was still before 7 am. You hadn’t gotten home until past 2 last night, and you were definitely feeling the effects of continual loss of sleep. You needed a break.

The high pitched giggles from your daughter’s bedroom mingling with the deeper raspier chuckles from Inseong brought a small smile to your face. You were happy to be able to hear their joy. But a bittersweet feeling panged your heart as you were once again reminded that Mina was growing up, and because of your work, you were missing out on her childhood.

There really wasn’t much you could do. You couldn’t ask for less shifts— the hospital needed all the nurses it could get, especially since it was already short-staffed. You couldn’t quit your job, either. You needed the money to be able to support your family. The only thing you could do was keep going, with the small hope that the workload might lessen with time.

It was almost time for Mina to get to school, so you heaved your body up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You didn’t bother changing— you would probably find yourself falling back to sleep after you said goodbye to her, anyway— but you tried to rid any traces of your tiredness from your face. Though Mina was little, she was very observant. She didn’t understand complicated concepts like overworking, understaffing, and responsibility. But she did understand that if mommy was grumpy, it probably meant that she was tired; and mommy was only tired because she was never at home.

You walked into Mina’s room after you had deemed yourself presentable and immediately smiled at the sight before you. Your daughter adorned 2 lopsided pigtails tied with bright pink scrunchies. They were definitely messy due to your husband’s inexperience in dealing with hair— some loose strands of hair escaping them at the bottom, but they looked cute enough. The teachers at the kindergarten would probably redo her hair if it got undone anyway. Given the bright grin on your daughter’s face, and the way she was smiling up at your husband, you figured she was pleased with her new hairstyle.

“You already for school, Mina?” You asked, kneeling down to be on the same level as her.

“Yes!” She squealed, running up to you to give you a hug. You held her for longer than a normal hug with a toddler would last as you didn’t know when the next opportunity to hold her would be. Though she squirmed a bit, she hugged you back until you separated from her.

“You look very pretty today. Did your dad do your hair for you?” You tilted your head as you admired the messy masterpiece that Inseong had created on her head. The scrunchies matched her pink outfit, altogether making her look twice as cute as usual.

She hummed happily, holding a pigtail in each hand, “It doesn’t hurt when daddy does my hair.”

You laughed, “Of course. He doesn’t want to hurt your precious head, does he? I wonder how long they’ll stay in, though.” You murmured the last part, amused at how the left pigtail was already slipping. Inseong had gone to pack Mina’s little bag, and was now back with it in his hand.

“It’s time to go, princess.” He ushered, taking Mina’s hand and slipping the backpack on her back. “Breakfast’s on the table— coffee on the counter.” He called back to you as he lead her out the door.

You sighed, half happy and half exhausted. Seeing your daughter always energised you, but the high only lasted so long before the crash you always experienced. You were feeling it now, and although your brain and body wanted nothing more than more sleep, you chose to go find the food that Inseong had left out for you.

You smiled at the plate of pink dyed heart-shaped pancakes on a plate waiting for you. You got your cup of coffee and sat down to eat, checking your phone for your next shift in your schedule. Your eyes widened when you read it.

Y/n L/n and Park Sunhwa’s shifts covered for the next 2 days. New locums hired for the second week of September.

You hadn’t had a 2 day break in what felt like years. You wanted to laugh, or maybe cry. You had been so, so exhausted this past month. You finished your breakfast just as Inseong returned from dropping off Mina to school. He picked up on your elated smile quickly, and it quickly triggered his own.

“Why so happy, hm? You looked tired this morning.”

“I’m off for the next 2 days.” You told him happily as you loaded your dishes into the dishwasher.

“Really? That’s amazing, love. You deserve the rest.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms. You sighed as you leaned your head onto his chest and circled your arms around his waist tightly, letting all the exhaustion and frustration slowly release from the embrace.

“It’s been so exhausting. Missed you so much.” You mumbled, savouring every second you could feel being so close to him. The gentle squeeze of his arms around you, his calming scent reaching your nose, the soft thump of his heart in his chest. You were so glad to be back in his arms.

“You should go back to sleep while you can. It’s hard to sleep when Mina’s back from school.” He suggested, swaying you back and forth in his arms.

“Want to sleep next to you.” You responded, not objecting to the idea, but hugging him a little tighter just in case he might try to escape.

He laughed, stroking your hair, “Okay. We can sleep next to each other.”

Getting back into bed, this time cuddled up next to your husband, felt like home. It was quiet and intimate, and drowsiness quickly took over your body. You said I love you’s in hushed voices, and Inseong pressed light kisses to your head, reminding you of how hard you had worked and how proud he is of you. You fell asleep before him given your tiredness. He held you in his arms for a long time, listening to your steady breath and appreciating the feeling of you so close.

↳ sf9 taglist: @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm

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divinefireangel · 1 year

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19:37. Kim Rowoon x F! Reader. Fluff.

Synopsis: Reader is on her period and wants Seokwoo to comfort her.

"What?" Seokwoo asks glancing at you laying on his chest.

"Nothing" you grin staring at your pretty boyfriend. Closing your eyes you turn towards the TV.

Seokwoo furrows his brows in confusion. He accepts your answer and continues your weekly binge watching session. Well, he tries to because he can hear you let out a tired sigh.

"Now what?" He asks with an amused smile.

"Nothing...." You reply and pout.

"Okay." He starts to sit up on the couch you both were laying on which forces you also to sit straight on his lap.

"Will you tell me why you are pouting? Are you in pain? Should I make you something?" He bombards you with questions, worried your stomach is paining again due to your period.

"No... I'm fine." You answer and avoid his gaze. How do you tell your boyfriend that you are horny and want him to take off his shirt while you both cuddle. Although you don't have the energy to actually fuck, but you definitely wouldn't mind some sensual touching.

"Alright, then what's bothering you?" His touch is soft on your cheek making you lean into it.

"You... Your shirt" you say tugging at it's collar.

"My shirt?" You nod. Seokwoo just blinks, waiting for you to complete your words. After a few seconds his face breaks into the most smug smile. "What about my shirt baby?" He asks teasing you.

You whine and hide your face in his neck. Damn him and his smart brain. He giggles at your reaction.

"Want me to take it off? Are you really that needy for me?" He whispers, still teasing you. Seokwoo just laughs when you punch his arm. Moving your face from his neck, he detaches from your body and takes his shirt off.

You smile like you've won the lottery. Blushing you lean forward to kiss his cheek. With as much force as you could muster, you push him back on the couch and lay on top of him, continuing the drama.

Seokwoo just shakes his head and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you against him and kissing the top of your head.

"What will I do with you"

#sf9 #kim rowoon #rowoon fluff #rowoon scenario #rowoon #sf9 rowoon #kim seokwoo #sf9 fluff #sf9 x reader #sf9 timestamps #sf9 timestamp #sf9 headcanon

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kbandtrash · 11 months

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Rich Boy SF9 Bullet Point AU (Hwiyoung x Reader)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

Yeah I did it again. And Jaeyoon is technically in the works. Also it's wild to me that Hwi and I are both 99 liners that's weird

Content: strangers to lovers, fluff, kissing, pretending not to know him, not exactly office romance, cooking, some rich ajussis are mean to you

Word Count: 4k

The first time you met him

At a meeting between your businesses for some legal negotiations

He was cold and chic and only said what he needed to say

The second time you met him

At the press conference announcing the collaboration of your companies

He was still cold and chic, but he had a little more charisma

But the third time you met him

At a public weekend cooking class your friend had promised to take with you

(She bailed)

He was unrecognizably warm and charismatic

You were unsure that he would recognize you because of the large difference in positions at your respective companies

He being the heir to his

And you being the lead public relations specialist in yours

So you chose a table sort of behind and across from him so you could both observe him and watch the teachers at the same time

Now you know that boy was raised rich

And if you weren’t 100% sure that you recognized him and the luxury brand watch on his wrist

You would have thought that he had a doppelgänger

What was a guy like him doing in a public class like this?

Didn’t he have the money to pay for someone to do this kind of stuff for him?

But he watched the teachers so intently and he looked like he knew his way around this stuff a lot better than you did

This was the first time you had seen him genuinely engaged and looking like he wanted to be there

Like sure at work he had nice eyebrows and he was admittedly pretty handsome or whatever

But wow when he was in his element he was positively radiant

Even if you hadn’t known who he was beforehand you probably still would have been staring at him

Somehow you managed to make it through the class without burning the food or yourself

But then you got paired with him for taste testing and you wished you were the fire on your gas stove

That is to say

Gone. Put out

If he recognized you then what

Pretend to be someone else?

You weren’t sure why you didn’t want to talk to him

Much less have him try your food

Probably something along the lines of he was so much higher than you on the business chain and how on earth were you supposed to just interact like you were equals

Too late he introduced himself

“Hi I’m Hwiyoung”

Oh good

“Hi I’m (Y/N)”

Lots to unpack there

He didn’t recognize you but he introduced himself casually and so you felt like you should too but oh man you knew who he was and that was totally out of line

But he did not care so you were just going to pretend like you didn’t care too

“Can I try yours first?” he asked

“Oh yep sure go ahead”

You were still speaking casually since he was and boy did it feel wrong but you couldn’t stop it from coming out of your mouth

It was also weird watching his face while he took a bite like no this dude is so much higher up on the social scale than you could ever hope to be but oh boy you really hope he likes it

It’s like anime sparkles were in his eyes

“Oh yours is different than mine! I like how you did it”

Insert joke about getting a good grade, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve

“I have strong opinions about garlic,” you said

“I can tell,” he responded, taking another bite

He let out the tiniest “oh wow”

This was both extremely gratifying and embarrassing at the same time

At the beginning of the class you were very excited to tell your coworkers what you had seen but now you thought you might die if anyone else found out

“Ah sorry!” he interrupted your thoughts, setting the plate down “I forgot you need to try mine too”

Honestly you were a little scared by his reaction to yours

If he thought your cooking was that good then his must be…subpar to say the least

But no even though you felt immense pressure to react positively as he watched you expectantly

You didn’t have to fake your reaction at all

His version of the dish fit your taste perfectly

He read your reaction wrong though

You had frozen stiff in surprise and he thought it meant that it was bad

But no no no you had to reassure him that you just had a bad case of rbf and actually it was really good

The next time you saw him at a meeting he did not recognize you

You figured he must meet a lot of people and rely heavily on context in order to recognize them

Plus you didn’t know if the cooking class was a secret or not so you didn’t want to out him accidentally in a professional environment

Not to mention he was back to his cold and quiet demeanor so that was intimidating

So you let the meeting pass without trying to say anything potentially out of line

And when you met again in your cooking class on the weekend he waved you over to share a station with him

You tried to make small talk with him about who he was and what he did just to make sure he really was the person you knew that he was

But he kind of steered away from any specific answers and that in and of itself was sort of confirmation

“What do you do for work?”

“Oh I work at X Group”

“That’s pretty prestigious what do you do there?”

“Just some administrative stuff you know”

You did know

And then he asked you the same questions

“So how about you what do you do?”

And you realized that if you answered then you would end up giving him a lead on who you were and that actually you had met in other circumstances

But like what are you going to do lie???

“I work at K Company”

“Oh right we’re doing some stuff with them these days. Are you involved with that?”

“Um yeah just some pr stuff though I’m not actually on the collab team”

He nodded you know the way you do when you’re like okay nice that’s your life

And then he froze in the middle of stirring the pan

Face just melted in realization

“We already know each other don’t we”

Oh no

You didn’t want to make him feel bad because you didn’t have any hard feelings that he didn’t recognize you

But also you didn’t want to make him feel awkward or threatened because that was how you already felt and you had no intention of holding anything over him

And you didn’t want him to go into business mode either because that was boring

But more importantly this was clearly supposed to be a comfortable space for him and you didn’t want to be an intruder

“I should have said something earlier,” you apologized

What next

What were you supposed to say next huh???

“But you were cute, so…”

NOT THAT

YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT

His ears flushed red and his eyes went wide

Attention went right back to the pan

And yours went back to cutting up the garnishes

“You’re um…”

He cleared his throat

“You’re cute, too”

OH???

This was only week two of cooking class

If anything was supposed to happen here it should have been down the line

No no no none of that nothing was “supposed to happen here”

He was like your boss-in-law that wasn’t allowed

But it wasn’t like you had approached him on purpose knowing who he was

It was kind of him that made the first move right?

Also it wasn’t like you technically met at work or anything so I mean

Maybe if he meant it then you could accept the compliment at least

Looking up as you shredded a carrot, you noticed his ears glowing like traffic lights

He was laser focused on making sure the pan was cooking evenly

“Oh um…thanks”

“Plus I like the way you balance spices” he added

“Oh um…” you repeated, apparently out of things to say “thanks?”

He cleared his throat and let the awkward silence build

For the rest of the class

In fact even as you said goodbye he just gave you a shy wave in return

And you knew you had broken this for him

You debated not going the next week

Or ever again

But also you had the same right to be there as he did and like just because he was some rich ceo heir dude didn’t mean he had more of a claim to that space

If he really wanted he could just hire a personal tutor probably

But still though you felt bad

You saw him at another meeting between your two companies

Yeah he recognized you this time you could tell

You tried very hard to focus on the notes you were taking for the press release stuff

But that was hard when he was making it obvious that he was trying not to look at you

You were starting to think that maybe he wasn’t like actually cool and chic

Maybe he was just raised as a sort of loner type and he was bad at talking to people

And maybe you had sort of tricked him into opening up to you in the cooking class

Whatever he was a rich boy heir to a company why did he need your sympathy??

Also he started it so you didn’t trick him into anything

But did he know that

Perhaps not

When the end of the meeting came he decided to say goodbye to everyone who came personally

(Side note we have a word for say hello (greet) but not say goodbye and this makes me angry every time I remember it)

But yep said goodbye to everyone

Shook their hands and thanked them for coming with a professional smile

But when it came to you it was hard for him to keep up his act

So he shook your hand and made shy eye contact for just a second before he looked back down at your hands

“I’ll see you next time, Miss (L/N)”

You were the last one out and it didn’t seem that anyone from your group was waiting for you

So you felt you had time to reply

“At the next meeting? Or…”

“I was hoping on Saturday,” he responded

“Unless you would rather not”

So he was okay

Then you were allowed to be okay with it, too, right?

You didn’t have a problem with it unless he did

So you smiled too

“I would like to see you on Saturday, too, actually”

It was like looking through a tinted window, but you could see a bit of the version of him you saw in the kitchen classroom for a second

And you know what.

Yeah okay it was cute

When you told him he was cute the first time you just meant like. It was sweet like aww good for you buddy

But now when your brain told you cute it meant oh dear he’s attractive

That was not ideal

He’s just a dude he’s just a dude

But he’s a rich and handsome dude

Not that the rich and handsome should matter necessarily

Doesn’t hurt

But the cutest things about him were

1) he was so excited about cooking like passions are super cute

And 2) it kinda looked like he might be interested too? Lol?

Mutual attraction law something something if he’s attracted to you first then like that’s the main thing that attracts you to him?

I believe in the power of that to some extent

Anyway that’s definitely what was going on here

May or may not have kept you up at night a bit

So when Saturday came and he wanted to share a station with you again

Keeping your composure and looking like a sane person that was totally okay with just being friends required 99% of your energy

Unfortunately the topic of the class was not something you could breeze through with the remaining 1%

So you were left either to be an incompetent mess of a student

Or an incompetent mess of a human being

Luckily that was not a conscious choice for you to make

Luckily being used in loosest of ways

And you ended up being both an incompetent mess of a student and a human being anyway so there went everything

Your supposed cooking prowess

Your potential as a friend found in an unlikely place

You were a shame to your ancestors, who had all clearly found love and reproduced if you were alive

How many hundreds of people had lived before you in order for you to be alive

And you couldn’t manage to do the same thing

Sike

He was a terrible mess as well

Both for the cooking and the human-ing aspects of the day

Partnered up at the same cooking station once again

Not even both of your combined efforts could make a successful dish

And the conversation the whole time?

Awkward and stilted enough to have been between two poorly built chatbots

Every time your eyes met it seemed like an accident

By the minute you thought he was handsomer and handsomer

And he kept turning redder than the cherry tomatoes you were supposed to be roasting

But by some miracle

He managed to work up enough conversation skills to ask you to dinner with him

“We didn’t manage to make anything edible today, so should we see how professionals do it?”

And like how can you say no

Turns out he had made a reservation for some super fancy place you’ve never heard of

And your brain is like okay let’s break that down

Fancy place very expensive way out of your budget

But he made the reservation so he planned on paying right?

He made a reservation wow

This was pre planned he wanted to take you to dinner anyway

Regardless of if what you made in the cooking class was edible

That was just an excuse

He wanted to spend more time with you and he had planned on it

Now you were a little scared of rich people shenanigans

So you were still wary of picking up this extremely obvious hint

Like normal boy? Yeah of course he’s into you

Rich boy? He might want something and this is a manipulation tactic

But in class he was a normal boy

He was so down to earth and awkward and cute

So you really wanted to take this at face value

Honestly at this point with any other boy you might have asked him out yourself already

But with rich people there’s a pride factor and you were kind of scared about it

Strangely though pride was not an issue here today

At least in terms of clothing

Neither of you were up to dress code at all for the restaurant because you were coming straight from the cooking class pretty much

But the staff recognized him apparently and they were cool with it?

When you looked at the menu and the prices you wanted to disappear immediately

The cheapest thing on the menu was daunting

But he pulled your menu down from your hands and put it on the table

He flipped a few pages and pointed to a dish

“I wanted to take you here because I thought you would like this one”

Okay yep you got that one loud and clear

This was a date and he wanted to spend time with you on purpose

He had been at a place like this and he had thought of you

Well then.

Guess it was time to let him know you thought of him the same way

You ended up ordering what he suggested for you and he was absolutely right

He also let you try a bite of what he ordered

And that was really good too

“But,” he said, “I don’t think it’s as good as how you might do it”

Challenge accepted

“If we buy the ingredients tonight then maybe we can try to make it tomorrow?”

His eyes lit up and his mouth stretched wide in a smile at your suggestion

And it was a plan

But then you were interrupted by some very well dressed older men

And unfortunately they recognized Hwiyoung

He didn’t seem terribly thrilled by this

But they made him talk to them anyway

They didn’t seem rude but they weren’t being terribly polite either

It felt weird to just sit there but you had no idea how to insert yourself into a rich people interaction

Plus by the way he glanced at you it seemed like he didn’t want to get you involved

But this guy is anti-smooth unfortunately so looking over at you inadvertently drew attention to you as well

And they started asking questions rather disdainfully

As he answered them honestly and with the most positive light he could, you were amazed at the lack of shame these men had in talking about you as if you weren’t there

Or as if you had no right or ability to contest the opinions they were forming about you

It seemed that Hwiyoung was more hurt by this than you were, somehow

When they finally left, he sat down with his business personality

“I think I’ve lost my appetite,” he admitted disappointedly

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t defend you properly, but if I tried, they would use more than their words to tear you down”

You shrugged

“They seem pretty wrapped up in their own importance”

His mouth twisted into a sad snicker

“It’s not a fun world to navigate”

You made a few more jokes at the expense of the rude rich dudes

And it kind of worked to bring him back to you

By this first experience with the upper class, you weren’t particularly fazed

But you wondered, if you stayed by his side, what the tenth encounter might do

The hundredth

The thousandth

You were so jumping the gun but they were valid thoughts to have it you were thinking about dating a guy that lived in this realm of wealth and self-importance

But as you wandered the supermarket aisles with him, picking out ingredients

You also wondered if he couldn’t do anything now because you were still testing the waters

He didn’t seem the type to let comments like that fly under the radar

So you wanted to give him another chance

He walked you back all the way to the front entrance of your apartment building

He could have driven

But, he bashfully admitted, he wanted to spend more time with you

It was hard not to invite him up, but it felt a bit improper

If you were the one storing the groceries, it would have only been natural

But since you would be cooking at his place the next day

And since he had more storage space anyway

He was taking everything with him

You felt sort of bad watching him walk away with like four bags of groceries

But it was also uh

Kind of hot

Plus like he volunteered himself for it he would be fine

The next day he greeted you at the front gate of his (ridiculous) house

With only the boyfriendiest of boyfriend vibes

It already felt like you were official honestly

It was such a weird and fast jump but it felt like you had always been together rather than this being like. Your second date

You spotted some hired workers trying to stay hidden as they spied on you

That was a little weird

But fumbling around and learning to cook this dish was far more captivating

And the boy? Far far far more captivating

It really didn’t feel right that you had only met a few weeks ago

That fact itself was more surprising than the moment you suddenly found yourself inches from him with his hand around your back and his other hand intertwined with yours

And you swayed back and forth to the music that was somehow exactly perfect for the moment

Yeah that just felt natural honestly

Last night you felt improper about letting him up to your apartment

Now here you were slow dancing in his kitchen

In matching aprons

Yeah you were done for

Head over heels he was your man now

Your free hand magically made its way up to his face and cupped his cheek

He was leaning in and your eyes fluttered closed and then

A timer going off startled you both into remembering what got you here in the first place

So you finished your dish and then sat down to taste test

And he was absolutely right

It was better when you made it together

The smile on his face told you everything you needed to know

The sparkle in his eyes when your eyes met was confirmation

It was so strange the next time your companies had a meeting

Employees on both sides were so confused

Since when did President Kim…….smile

Or speak in a voice that wasn’t monotone

Something changed……weird

By some miracle no one noticed the expressions you two exchanged

Neither of you were being subtle

But I guess if people don’t want to see it then they won’t

And your funny little secret totally flew under the radar

Also the next time you were caught by mean old chaebol men at a restaurant

He kinda let them have it when they tried to make disparaging remarks about you

He was so well-spoken too like you could tell he rehearsed it twelve hundred times in his mirror

They just kinda left with slightly humbled expressions

And he sat down with this disgruntled little huff and apologized to you again

His parents are like “well hmmm you’re not exactly who we hoped he would end up with…..”

You could see it in his eyes Hwiyoung was ready to go off on them

But then they were like “but. this is weird. we raised the boy and nothing but cooking ever makes him smile this much. welcome to the family”

Now he’s self conscious about how much he gets excited apparently because HE didn’t think he was that stonefaced

(You totally were babe. I almost didn’t recognize you the first time we met)

(It’s work!!!! Why do I have to be excited about business!!!!!!)

But he’s YOUR stonefaced ceo chef boyfriend so

He supposes it doesn’t matter that much as long as you like him that way

Anyway once again I shall leave you with your first kiss

It happened the same day as when you went over to his house to make that dish

After you had eaten you could tell he was a little nervous about something and you couldn’t figure out what it was

Were you accidentally being mean to him and you thought you were being flirty

You didn’t think so but now you were nervous about it

No turns out he was just thinking about how you totally would have kissed if that stupid timer had gone off even like five seconds later

And he was trying to find an entry point back into that mood because he was kind of scared to just like. kiss you

Anyway he ended up mumbling that when you asked him if he was okay and you barely caught any of it

But you managed to catch the message

So you asked him if he had a good view of the sky from anywhere in his house

Yes he did have a nice balcony with a perfect view of the sunset

So you let him take advantage of the slightly chilly spring evening and the golden hour

And he kissed you properly

Chani

#sorry the blocking is weird i think they changed something with tumblr about like character per text block limit :/#sf9 #sf9 x reader #sf9 hwiyoung #hwiyoung #hwiyoung sf9 #hwiyoung x reader #rich boy au

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synthetickitsune · 1 year

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sf9 + drunkenly flirting with them in front of the members

Youngbin ❧ He’s flushed pink, both from the liquor in his system and the way you’re trying to seduce him. The presence of his members does little to help, but perhaps it’s not all that inconvenient. It makes something in him come alive. He knows you. He knows that you’d be mortified in the morning when Inseong would no doubt join you as soon as he woke up to show you the video he took of you flirting with your boyfriend, voice slurred and leaning into his side heavily. And he knows you’d then start apologizing and barely look him in the eye thinking he was embarrassed by your behavior. That’s the thing though. The members are here and he is their leader, and while not one to take advantage of the role he was given, this is one situation where he will make an exception. Perhaps that’s why his friend only chuckles before turning his screen towards Youngbin to show him that not only he stopped recording, he also deleted the file. There’s soft laughter to be heard around the room, fond as much as it is teasing. They can tease him all they want, but you will be protected. He turns back to you, still cooing about how handsome he is. He leans closer, throwing a compliment right back at you. The stars in your eyes as you realize your flirting is working is worth every not-so-quiet whipped that he hears and no doubt will hear in the days to come.

Inseong ❧ He’s used to it, he’s fine with it. He’s long since accepted and grew comfortable with occasionally making himself the fool for the entertainment of others. Besides, his priority is always you, and if you want to whisper into his ear and blush and giggle as if you were confessing the dirtiest wishes, then so be it. He humors you, gasping and averting his eyes in mock shyness and embarrassment. The others would have told you to get a room a long time ago if they didn’t know better. It’s not dirty fantasies you’re so secretly murmuring into Inseong’s ear. I think my Spotify is broken. You’re not listed in the hottest singles. That one makes him chuckle for real, and he considers acting offended because hey, he really is on spotify and he is not in the hottest singles. However, he knows how easily your mood can flip in your intoxicated state and he doesn’t want to cause you distress. It’s getting late anyway. And so instead he informs you, a conspiratorial smirk on his lips, that it’s because he’s not single. Before the confusion on your face can turn into hurt, he kisses you slowly, sharing the catch - you’re the reason he’s not single, and do you maybe want to go home with him? You agree and get up before he can assure you he only cares about your safety. As he helps you into your coat, the boys impatiently demand to know which terrible horrible pick up line has done it today. He grumbles his response, whining that they need to work hard this year so you can’t use it ever again.

Jaeyoon ❧ He wants to pay his undivided attention to making sure you’re alright, but it’s near impossible with the way you keep not-so-subtly checking him out. He’s told you to be careful with how much you drink and apparently he should’ve also told Zuho. Maybe then he could avoid this mess. Jaeyoon makes a mental note to never let you talk and wine with the other man again. What’s worse is that now everyone is staring at both of you, in various states of intoxication and loudness, as you practically drape yourself over Jaeyoon and start cooing at him about how handsome he is. He feels his cheeks heat up while you’re apparently smitten with his smile. At least with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist he can steady you and make sure you’re not bumping into every single piece of furniture. It feels good to have your attention solely on him, to know that even when your mind is altered he’s the only one you want. It makes him soft, much softer than he cares to admit. What’s less endearing is that you refuse to leave his side - ‘i’m not taking any chances, you’re too hot’ - and so you need to shout to converse with the others. All the noise gets too much, and soon whoever wants to talk to you or Jaeyoon needs to come closer. You cling to him more, squeezing yourself against him. His chest puffs out in pride. Everyone must’ve underestimated your attraction to him - whoever teases either of you gets an earful about why Jaeyoon apparently is the only man ever, and he couldn’t love you more.

Dawon ❧ It’s getting worse by the second. You’re flirting - he should have known your tolerance wouldn’t be the same as his - and your hand is on his thigh and the members are looking and cheering for him and he’s lost. He really should’ve tried drinking with you before allowing you to meet the members under these circumstances. Now he doesn’t know what to do and it’s not a good feeling. He hasn’t drunk that much but maybe he could feign feeling sick? Only as soon as he starts getting up you’re pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. You’re pouting, the cute pout you always do when you want something and that makes him cave every time. He hears some chuckles about how cute you are and - “Yeah, that’s my cute baby” he coos at you, sitting right back down. Your eyes sparkle as he stretches his arm on the back of the couch behind you and you lean into him almost immediately. As if he could leave you here with these animals. Who knows what embarrassing stories they’d tell you, he does a pretty good job of ruining his idol image in front of you himself, thank you very much. Or worse yet, maybe they’d steal your attention away. He wouldn’t blame you, you’re intoxicated and his members are handsome. Yet when he does have to leave to use the bathroom, he returns to you pouting once more. Taeyang obviously wants to talk to you but you look like you’re about to kick his ass for trying. Apparently Sanghyuk doesn’t have to worry at all.

Zuho ❧ He doesn’t mean to be hurting your feelings, really not. But you’re adorable and he’s shy. He’s surrounded by people most dear to him and everyone is having the time of their life so forgive him if he’s feeling just a little out of his mind. You cross your arms over your chest as he laughs at yet another of your attempts at seducing him. You’re doing such a good job and you don’t even know it. He leans into your personal space, the smile still on his lips and it grows bigger as you lower your gaze. From the corner of his eye he can see Sanghyuk dramatically reaching for the bowl of popcorn. He cups your cheek as he reminds you that you’re already together and there’s no need for that - that there hasn’t been a time when he didn’t want you to be his. His mind reels when in the next second you smirk and poke his cheek, telling him that you know that but you want him right now in a voice low enough for the onlookers to whine about not having caught that. Not to mention that their curiosity only grows seeing Zuho’s wide eyes and shocked expression. He did not expect that. Lowkey panicking, he scans the faces of his members if they indeed are oblivious to the words that left your mouth. It seems so, just like it seems you won’t be patient for much longer. Maybe it’s best to end the night here.

Rowoon ❧ Your shyness around him now is a faint blush, maybe a second of your gaze being averted from under the scrutiny of his eyes. Finally you’ve reached a stage in your relationship where you’re comfortable with each other. So perhaps he shouldn’t feel warmth spread through his chest as the tips of your ears turn red and your giggles carry that sweetness of genuine bashfulness. And yet you still try your best to charm him. Quiet flirtatious whispers meet his ears and he leans closer to you with each of them. The noise in the background is insignificant and the eight pairs of eyes watching you too. It’s been so long since he’s seen you like this, since he’s thought back to when you started dating. His chest is tight and eyes soft, and really it’s almost exactly like back then- He’s about to start leaning in when a hand falls on his shoulder, startling him. Both of you jump in surprise, creating some distance between you like two teenagers caught doing something improper. Here goes the teasing, and the blush is disappearing from your cheeks as you start bickering with his friends. Yet he remains smitten, eyes insistent on watching you. You’ve put a spell on him. And then you turn, your eyes meet. Ah, there’s the blush spreading again… You smile at him and he’s gone.

Yoo Taeyang ❧ You push and he pushes right back. Having cornered you away from the prying eyes, Taeyang feels more at ease. You’re cute with your cheeks flushed red and eyes slightly out of focus as you flirt with him. Call him selfish, but this isn’t a sight meant for the eyes of anyone but him. Besides with a wall behind your back and to your side, plus him in front of you and his arm around your waist, you can sway all you want but you’re safe. No falling, no tripping over your own feet. He keeps a glass of water nearby and sometimes he makes you work for his attention, for his own flirty responses, and makes you drink water before giving you what you want. Call him antisocial, but he sees the guys every day and you’re his person. He needs to take care of you first. And since he’s not going to get away from this situation with a new bunch of things Dawon will tease him for no matter what he does, he can at least make sure you won’t suffer the same fate. He sees the moment the alcohol begins catching up with you and you respond more and more slowly. If you realize that now he’s just coaxing you to stay awake until you get to the car, without any implications of behavior improper for a public space, you don’t respond with more than a loving smile. And if he notices that you cling to him, yet seem more wary of his members as you say your goodbyes and it gets his heart racing in his chest, well, that’s only for him to know.

Hwiyoung ❧ He can feel all eight pairs of eyes on the two of you. Worse yet, he can hear the guys teasing and cooing, and he knows there’s a flush to his face and neck that has nothing to do with the two shots and half a bottle of beer that he’s been nursing the whole evening. He moves in his spot so that at least he can cover you with his body. A purely gentlemanly gesture meant to protect you from their curious eyes, and his selfish desire to guard you and keep you all to himself in this vulnerable state. What Youngkyun isn’t expecting is for you to grab his collar and pull him close as you walk backwards until you’re against the wall and he knows he’s red red. The wolf whistles in the background do nothing to help and he could almost cry with relief when Rowoon tells them to calm down even as he’s laughing himself. And when your hands slide down his chest to his waist, Youngkyun’s a goner. His brain shuts down. The way you’re looking at him should be forbidden outside of your bedroom. He really doesn’t know what to do. A breathy chuckle spills from his lips, a reflex to hide his embarrassment. It saves his life, though. Your face breaks out in a bright smile at the sound and suddenly you’re hugging him tight. He’s confused, but honestly you’re finally acting like yourself and not like any little touch will make you drag him to the bedroom and he couldn’t be more grateful.

Chani ❧ He realizes that he made a mistake the moment the words leave his mouth. He groans, quickly picking up another breadstick and shoving it in your mouth. You glare at him, chewing and trying to pout at the same time. Apparently the line you prepared and didn’t get a chance to say was a good one. One ice cold look of his is enough to shut up the others and their whines of wanting to hear what you had to say. You wildly gesture towards them, expressing your support, only getting Chani’s eye roll in response. It’s bad enough to be the youngest and be in a relationship, but this is a nightmare. Maybe you’ll sober up if he keeps feeding you though. He realizes that you’ve been quiet since that last snack and so he turns to you. The sight has him sighing. You look so dejected he feels a little bad. And so he leans closer to you, motioning for you to whisper to him what you had to say before. You perk up and do. To be fair, it’s the corniest line he’s ever heard. At the same time, you look so proud of yourself he allows himself a little smile and a quick peck to your cheek. He can blame it on the alcohol later. Or sooner, since his older brothers begin demanding kisses too. But it seems your intoxicated self is not only much cheesier than your sober self, you’re also more protective. He doesn’t protest when you all but wrap yourself around him. Maybe he’ll blame that on the booze too.

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the young royals; yoo taeyang

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summary ➣ Upon a conversation where Prince Taeyang and his most loyal and cherished knight, Y/N, revisit their past, Taeyang struggles to decide if he’s ready to let his revelations out as their conversation comes to a close, and to let his last shot at telling Y/N how he really feels about him slip away.

genre ➣ fluff | royalty au

requested - 👍 by @alexsinsulin

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A trickle of laughter rang throughout the indomitably large throne room, ringing against elaborately embellished walls, refracting of crystals hung from ornate chandeliers. Despite how small it sounded by the time that faint melody of childlike giggling reached the corners of the room, it still managed to stretch itself out and spread its colour across all the emptiness that the Prince - the next in line to inherit the crown tied to this entire room, this entire keep, this entire castle, and this entire kingdom - Yoo Taeyang, would complain about.

In fact, after Taeyang’s late father’s - the King’s - recent death, Taeyang’s a lot closer to the crown that he ever thought he could be. The ceremony is soon, and everything leading up to it has kept Taeyang trapped, ensnared in stress and panic and feelings of inadequacy that the weight of his crown always kept dragging behind him.

This room within the castle’s keep was usually solitary, barely inhabited, and with nothing in the room to make use of - all its contents barely even functional, ‘decorative’ Taeyang would say and ‘marvellous’, ‘elaborate’, ‘luxurious’ others would say - but ornamental, golden engravings and spires and expensive silk drapery. The throne wasn’t even worthy of the Prince, only for the king’s bouts of pondering and need for space.

The two figures within the room, therefore, needed to improvise and snag a few of the ornately carved velvet seats along one of the walls and drag them into the room as if they weren’t built from some of the most expensive wood, upholstered by the finest velvet and glossed over with a golden varnish that even Taeyang knew took considerable effort to get. They were now near the center of the room, Taeyang in a tall-backed armchair, feet kicked up on a small stool, and Y/N sat up straight, alert, almost rigid in a stool across from Taeyang - the Prince he’s served as a fully-fledged knight under for almost a year now.

Conversations with Y/N in this throne room, a place that usually only reminded him of loneliness, and emptiness, made everything that kept him awake at night slip his mind - as if it all never existed.

“What is it with you and near-misses with wild animals?” Y/N didn’t have his armour on anymore, he shed his mail and plating as soon as he could when his patrol and duties ended during midday, but he still couldn’t help but feel its shadow nip a thim, beckon an itch or two. He lifted an eyebrow toward Taeyang with a smirk that was more amused than annoyed, especially given that this drew too many parallels to how they met.

“Okay, you’re making it sound like a frequent thing!” Taeyang whined, no matter how much closer he got to the crown, no matter how much closer to getting that throne behind them - perched upon that dais as if it were looking down on them - to Y/N, he was still the child he met in the forest clearing behind the castle. “I thought that was why you loved me so much anyways.” Taeyang watched himself, pressing his lips together subtly enough that Y/N wouldn’t catch him watching his words almost too carefully. He hated needing to tread so lightly around words like that, but if he leaned too carelessly onto them, they might be having an entirely different conversation altogether - one Taeyang’s always wanted to have, but still doesn’t feel ready for.

“As your royal guard, your highness.” Y/N chuckled as Taeyang stretched his foot out to nudge at Y/N, and only laughed even harder as he swatted away Taeyang’s attack with a deft yet precise flick of his hand. As much combat and tactical and field training Y/N has done, he always walks into conversations with Taeyang knowing for a fact that it will never be enough. “I would prefer if you didn’t make near-deaths-by-wild-animals a personality trait.”

Taeyang puffed his cheeks out with a strained, huff sounding breath as he stretched his foot out again to nudge Y/N’s side once more, and smiling as Y/N let him prod against the tunic Taeyang got specially made for Y/N’s birthday. He draped his leg across Y/N’s with a dramatic sigh and slumped back in his chair, and recalled the day they first met with a smile as Y/N absently, wordlessly ran his diligent hands across the blemishes in his brand new trousers.

While many tried to embellish Taeyang’s recklessness and call it an ‘explorative spirit’, many servants within the castle walls would simply state his status as an immediate threat to society with how much of a nuisance he was to keep track of. The moment he was old enough to dawn his very own embroidered tunics and wield a frail training sword in his hands, he wanted to leave the castle - the break through its confines and explore, wander, discover on his own. This was often to the detriment of those who were set to look after him, as he was always begging and whining to head past boundaries and practice swordplay in the trees that skirted the back of the castle.

One day he managed to sneak away from his carers and make his way around the castle and toward the forest by the castle, with nothing to protect him but a gold-laced tunic, stockings and a hollow, wooden training sword strapped to his back by one of his hardened leather belts. He was barely a dozen paces in before he could feel this hesitance finally begin to trickle into his head, but he dove deeper into thicket through thicket of trees, losing himself among the countless spires of wood nearly piercing the sky.

As Y/N would later always say to describe Taeyang’s reckless abandon, he was ‘in way over his head’, Taeyang was soon lost - unable to find his way out. To a kid barely reaching his teens, it felt like hours tripping over roots of trees, flinching at any sound made within feet of him, even if it was the sounds of his soft loafers curling around stones and twigs. However, one crackle against the ground hung in the branches longer, heavier than the rest, and before Taeyang could meet it halfway, a bellowing roar of a wild boar shook Taeyang to his core, nearly the entire forest around him, too.

He didn’t know where to go, what to do. That training sword on his back may as well have been a blade of grass. He couldn’t do anything but let out a whimper as he scrambled to the side before the animal before him, just a few large bounds away from him, even decided to charge. As it did, as it trampled the ground before him and set itself to ram right into Taeyang’s chest, an arm swept under and around his and dragged him out of the way. He kept his eyes shut too tightly to see the boar running into the tree right behind where he was standing, splintering its trunk and dizzying itself in the process.

All he heard was a thud, a crackle of leaves and branches and the heavy breathing of whoever swept him off his feet, and when he found it in himself to open his eyes, to feel the world around him, he found himself in a completely new area of the forest. It was an edge where litter and mosses and exposed roots met the grassy fields that bordered the sides of his castle - he’s never been happier to see it.

“What were you doing in there? It’s dangerous!”

Taeyang looked up at his saviour, and by the looks and sound of it, the person standing above him, a thicker training sword at his hip and a determined yet panicked look in his entrancing eyes, was not much older than he was. Maybe even younger by the way the sound of his voice was just teetering off its childlike shrillness. Taeyang was on the ground, splayed out on the grass, the feeling of this mystery boy’s arms around him still keeping his chest wound up and tight.

“Hey, I’m talking to you! Are you alright?”

“I-I’m Taeyang…” Was all Taeyang could stupidly sputter out. Maybe his name would ring some bells? It has ever since his birth, maybe this mystery boy would recognize him, bring him home, maybe they could do anything but sit in this startled silence. Except, on second thought, Taetang didn’t mind the silence, it gave him time to mull over his lack of response to the mystery boy’s question, as well as the giggle that spilled from his lips as he stepped forward and lent Taeyang a hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

Nothing changed by the mention of Taeyang’s name, and Taeyang felt this massive subconscious weight lifted off of him somehow. Perhaps Y/N didn’t know what a Prince was, who the Prince was? And if Taeyang was being honest, he didn’t necessarily know the answer to both of those right now either. He took Y/N’s hand with a wide grin that drained the sunlight from the sky, and chuckled as Y/N matched him with one of his own. The next thing he knew, all his fear, his quick brush against certain death, was nothing to him but a faint echo as their conversation instantly skipped to the swords they had strapped to them and soon the clacks between them as they instantly began to fight each other with them.

Taeyang wouldn’t know this until later, but Y/N’s constant comfort, his ability to drain Taeyang of all his worries, would become a constant in his life.

“When I found out you were the Prince… I almost felt myself slip from reality.” Y/N widened his eyes as he looked down at Taeyang’s trousers, scoffing at the ways he already found to get cotton this expensive so dirty. Then again, Taeyang has recently tried to jump Y/N while he’s training alone by the barracks, and that never ends well for either of them - Taeyang on his back in the sand, Y/N pinning him down, his eyes rolling so hard he’s probably pulled a muscle by now.

Y/N almost forgot what it was like back when they were in this stage before their friendship, back when Y/N regarded Taeyang’s lineage, revered it. They’re so close now, that the crown comes as a second thought to them, it’s their bond first, the memories that tie them together, and whatever throne Taeyang were sitting atop next came second.

It didn’t matter what seat it was, Taeyang would always find a way to drag one right next to his for Y/N to sit across from him and fight against Taeyang’s poor attempts to start play-fighting on carpets worth more than both of their lives.

“Yeah,” Taeyang hummed wistfully, a chuckle cutting him short as he tried to nudge at Y/N again with his foot but had his weight completely thrown to the side as Y/N swept Taeyang’s leg off his lap. “But I still will never be able to forget the way you just didn’t know what my name stood for. You treated me like I mattered the same as you did and then kicked my ass with that sword. I’m pretty sure I still have the bruises.” Another burst of laughter filled up the emptiness in the room around them. Taeyang didn’t know exactly why he felt the rush he did when Y/N didn’t recognize him for his title, barely even cared to temper his voice or go easy on him in their play-fights by the edge of the forest, but later - now - he realized that their type of friendship was meant to be like nothing else he’s ever experienced. “I dunno, it just felt so grounding and moral in a life full of off-putting irregularity that’s pretty much my normal - as much as I appreciate being the Prince.”

“Yes, I’m sure nearly getting impaled by that boar was very grounding indeed.” Y/N rolled his eyes, grinning even as he watched Taeyang pout and slump back in his seat with a defeated whine.

“I’m trying to say thank you!” Taeyang threw his hands up, trying not to let his petulance break under the weight of Y/N’s laughter as he almost toppled over the edge of his own seat.

As time has built them up and worn them down and shaped and sculpted them, Taeyang’s found it more and more difficult to hide all the things Y/N made him feel behind pouting lips and petulant whines and broken breaths held in puffed out chests. Even sitting here, with the remnants of the morning’s light spilling through the throne room’s large but narrow windows and falling against Y/N in gentle ivory blooms of light, Taeyang could barely hold himself back. It was as if Y/n’s very presence is almost tortuous to him now.

“Was that what that was?” Y/N lifted an eyebrow with that signature smirk that practically etched itself into Taeyang’s mind. Ever since Y/N first shone it toward him the third time they met in the castle’s halls on the way to Y/N’s first day of knight training - when Taeyang’s begging finally got Y/N to stop kneeling to him the moment they met eyes - it’s never left his thoughts. Taeyang never wants it to change.

“YES!”

“Alright, if his royal highness says so.”

‘His royal highness’... Upon greeting countless memories of Y/N’s melodious voice drawing out every syllable in such a deliberately grating way, Taeyang didn’t know whether to cringe or smile fondly at them. Y/N hasn’t necessarily used it that much now - they’ve raided and pillaged that joke, burned it to the ground, by the time Y/N was knighted. However, Y/N’s always delighted to bring it back every now and then just to make Taeyang groan. Taeyang has this sneaking suspicion that Y/N knows how much fondness he hides beneath all his layers of visceral distaste for the ways Y/N’s teased him - past and present.

Y/N carving out those words brought Taeyang back to a memory so particular. And, perhaps, it was a moment where Taeyang knew for a fact that he wasn’t just a Prince, and Y/N wasn’t just going to be any other knight in his father’s army. He wasn’t going to be another armoured figure in the mass of hopeful cadets and squires, and that Y/N wasn’t just going to be ‘the mystery boy who saved him from certain death that one time’. He was going to be this recurring character in Taeyang’s daydreams, the trigger of so many thoughts and daydreams that Taeyang would let wander aimlessly for as long as his consciousness could muster.

Y/N was always more to him than Taeyang could ever conceive. Taeyang had a vague idea of what sparked everything he was feeling, and for how long he’s been holding all this suppressed weight to his words, but it all becomes so much clearer with every time Y/N’s relentless teasing would submerge them all the way to Taeyang’s golden circlet in nostalgia too inviting for Taeyang’s confined affections to withstand.

Looking at Y/N now, Taeyang can feel threads already unwinding, unravelling around him and all his admiration, all his frustratingly unexplainable feelings. They slipped, pulled at him, and came through, leaked out in ways only he notices.

His casual observations - the light on Y/N’s skin, the way he looks in his armour, those eyes, those beautiful eyes, his voice, the way he’s never lost his smile, his beautiful fucking face - they don’t feel so casual anymore. There’s now something sickly sweet staining every single one, something that Taeyang can’t get rid of - and wouldn’t dare to get rid of. It all started as he was allowed to sit in and watch Y/N on his first day of knight’s training, more specifically, when he managed to lure Y/N away from the crowd and brought him to a corner of his empty sitting area he knew nobody could see them.

“You requested for me, your majesty?” Y/N took timid steps into Taeyang’s sitting room, his voice hesitant to even strip itself from the safety of his tongue. He was nearly breathless as it was, his training rigorous, nearly ruthless compared to anything he’s ever known. A relentless ache battered through him as Taeyang turned toward him in an embroidered tunic, completely pristine, spotless compared to Y/N’s completely marred and dirt-ridden training armour.

“Y/N…” Taeyang rolled up the sleeves of his tunic and sat down on a rich velvet bench that overlooked the training yard upon a platform a few feet off the ground. The sunlight streamed down and lit up the cobbles beneath their feet, and Y/N looked around, slightly paranoid that people were going to catch him way too close to the prince. “You can cut out that whole ordeal now, nobody’s watching I assure you..” Taeyang gestured out to the field that was once filled with knights-in training - now completely empty, devoid of nothing but splintered training swords and a few helmets dented beyond repair. He watched with a small smile as Y/N let out a breath he’s probably been holding since Taeyang whispered orders to meet him in his sitting area.

It was almost as if something snapped or crumbled in Y/N, as an easy, weightless smile overcame him, the one that Taeyang was more used to seeing than not whenever they would sneak off to Taeyang’s personal study to fool around with the inks and papers. They’ve become much closer since their first encounter in the forest, and their second and third encounters in the castle - Taeyang should’ve known Y/N was a squire from the moment he was saved - Y/N’s fearlessness, the fit of his tailored squire’s tunic, the elaborate leather scabbard he slid his training sword into. It made Taeyang all the more interested in him, and it made getting closer, seeing each other more often whenever Taeyang would slip away from guards and get time to himself, so much easier.

“You’ve been training hard, so you can relax here if you like…” Taeyang trailed off, patting the space next to him. The sunlight streaming down in golden dapples practically made the velvet next to Taeyang shimmer, beckoning Y/N closer. Y/N barely hesitated, finding his space on a bench that cadets like him were barely even allowed to see, let alone sit on - especially next to the prince. Letting out another breath, Y/N looked up to Taeyang, only to see this glint of disappointment in his eyes as he squinted in the sunlight to get a better look at him.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, confused by the way Taeyang’s lips formed something between a pout and a sheepish frown. It was as if he wanted to say something, do something or ask something, but was scared of letting it out. Taeyang was the prince, though, wasn’t asking for things and receiving them on the spot pretty much his entire thing? Especially with how needy Taeyang was, Y/N was surprised by his hestiance, yet still waited patiently for his voice to finally pick itself up from the ground.

“You can relax…” Taeyang, although stiffly, gestured to his lap, “here…” His lips were tied up in a tightly wound grimace as he kept his eyes trained on the ground between his boots, fearful of Y/N’s response. They were close, but not that close, and Taeyang was worried that the silence between them was going to be pulled so taut, so roughly between them until their only relief would be found in the general’s orders to return to the field.

Taeyang’s fears and doubts were thrown aside, though, as Y/N soon responded with a playful smirk strewn across his face - one Taeyang will get all too familiar with seeing grace Y/N’s features.

Y/N kept his eyes on where Taeyang’s shaking hands gestured vaguely - an attempt at indifference that just ended up mocking it instead - and let his sheepishness flood his voice. “I don’t know if I should do that, wouldn’t favouritism from the prince kind of breach the crown’s integrity in our training?”

It took a while for Taeyang to realize that he actually got a reaction that wasn’t disgust, repulsion, or anything else that reeked of this tense, inoffensive discomfort that Taeyang honestly loathed more than anything else. In fact, as Taeyang looked up from his lap and his vision faded in and out of focus in the sunlight, he managed to catch this coy shine in Y/N’s eyes and a bloom of brightness in his narrow smirk. After what felt like a torturously long stretch of silence that consisted of nothing but Taeyang plucking Y/N’s words from the sky, turning them over, he finally shuddered and scowled as he finally began to hear the teasing beneath all of it.

“I’m not favouring you!” Taeyang whined, anything to cover up the blatant, obvious fact that their friendship definitely led to some sort of favouritism.

“Well, after this, I’ll investigate and see if anybody else has received an offer to lay on his royal highness’ lap.” Y/N giggled before lifting his eyebrow, craning his neck over the sitting area’s stone brick parapet and pretending to scan the field for roaming figures of his fellow knights in training. He looked back and soaked in the slight panic that Taeyang scrambled to hide under a scrunched up frown. There was nothing he liked more than watching the crowned prince, ‘his royal highness’, slipping up and nearly dropping the circlet nestled in his neatly groomed hair onto the ground with every time one of Y/N’s sly glances or crude smirks defied the respect he was supposed to give a person of Taeyang’s stature.

It was Taeyang’s fault that he inadvertently gave Y/N so much power with his constant berating of Y/N’s emphatic worshipping of him upon their first few meetings within the castle.

It took a while for Y/N to initially get over the whole ‘paying respect to the crown and royalty’ thing, Taeyang’s chastising for letting his reverence slip definitely made sure of that, but after it stuck, after Y/N let his sass and cockiness and jesting remarks carelessly slip out of him, screwing around with his friend, Prince Taeyang, became one of his favourite pastimes.

“Shut up and take a breather.” Taeyang turned away, arms folded and the ends of his words caught up in a huff-like breath. He still left his lap open, though, and as he glared out the corner of his eye, he caught Y/N’s hesitance and instantly opened his arm to welcome Y/N in. He hoped that Y/N didn’t catch how bright his smile of satisfaction was as Y/N finally leaned in and settled his head gingerly across Taeyang’s thighs. “I’ll make sure the general makes training more rigorous for you so you’ll need the rest.” Taeyang smiled triumphantly as he rested his hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“It is of the greatest honours to have thine lap as sweet reprieve from training, your majesty.” Y/N made an effort to nestle further into Taeyang’s lap with a small smile, the tart sweetness of his sarcasm soaking the air and drawing out Taeyang’s laughter. Soon enough, though, they had no words left to speak, no mocking or teasing left to recite into the sun-stained air around them. Y/N enjoyed the silence, but with the start of his knight training, he didn’t know how many opportunities they’d get to sneak away from their duties and spend more time like this; he was looking for something to fill in the silence, stuff in as much as he could into this slight window of time. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” Taeyang absently answered, fighting every urge to tuck that stray lock of slightly sweat-soaked hair away from where it dangled by Y/N’s eyes.

He won over himself, though - We’ve met literally four times, maybe on the seventh you could get away with it without him looking at you weird, Taeyang thought relentlessly to himself. But, also, he dared to think realistically, looking into the way Y/N stared at nothing in particular, maybe tracing the lines in the stone brick parapet like he did whenever he’d lie down on this bench and have nothing to do but wait for Y/N to slip away from his Lord to see him for what would be - by then - their third meeting within castle walls.

Maybe never… Maybe, no matter how many times they meet, no matter how many opportunities they get to become closer, they’ll never be more than friends on the verge of whatever’s bubbling in Taeyang’s stomach.

“Have you thought about any of the maidens recently?”

Taeyang didn’t know in which way Y/N’s question struck him first, struck him hardest. He had a hard time determining the different aches that climbed all of his body, suffocating him like those heavy tunics of decadent velvet that his father always made him wear to court gatherings.

“Maidens? Why?” Taeyang flinched at his own questions and the shock and sudden offense that laced his words. He stumbled to cover for the way his voice curved up and into the sky. Y/N didn’t even flinch, recognizing the way Taeyang choked on his words, he simply stayed there, resting on Taeyang’s lap, unmoving. “I mean no, not yet. I have other duties to attend to.”

“Ah, I see, the ordeal of maidens is far too frivolous for his royal highness.”

Taeyang snapped his head down to where Y/N let out a tired, yet brilliant smile. He slapped Y/N in the shoulder he knew would hurt more - his sword-wielding arm - and watched with glee as Y/N let out a soft groan. “You know I can get you and your snark terminated from your military troupe with nothing but a snap of my fingers, right?”

“Aw, well…” Y/N tried to brave through the ache, and Taeyang was quick to smooth his hand over where he slapped - he probably didn’t know how close Y/N’s body was to completely shattering upon impact with anything, even air at this point. He still kept his eyes coy, his voice laced with his golden sharpness like the copper threads that lined Taeyang’s tunic sleeves. “Who else would you have to rest in your lap?”

Unfortunately, Y/N had a point - even with the lap part… Y/N was the closest thing that Taeyang had to friendship anywhere, despite the people that his father pushed him to be congenial and amicable with, despite his blunders outside of castle walls as he met other heirs around his age. It was just never quite the same as everything that Y/N was to him back home, back here.

“I… Whatever- Stop looking at me like that! “ Taeyang realized the instant Y/N knew he won over him. He knew he had to get used to that more than he already was - Y/N winning over him - but he couldn’t. That slight fondness that flourished under his annoyance with every time he stumbled across Y/N’s triumphant smirks, he wanted to keep that. “But yeah, maidens haven’t been on my mind…” This conversation felt bitter on Taeyang’s tongue, though, different from the others they’ve had. He didn’t know what to make of it, and he wanted to switch the topic to something that would leave a better taste in his mouth, but something - a burning in his heart - wanted to dig deeper, dive deeper into this ache that fostered deep in his chest. “How about you?”

“I mean of course, I feel like almost everyone our age is looking at each other differently now.”

“Anyone in particular?”

Taeyang wasn’t even in control of his words at this point. His focus back on the way Y/N’s sweat-soaked hair dangled in front of his eyes, and how urges still rose in him to delicately push it back, back and away from the way Y/N’s eyes glittered with this passive happiness that always idled there.

“His royal highness is very curious.” Y/N looked up with a crooked smile, earning a scoff from above him.

He lost track of how long his head had rested in Taeyang’s lap - he liked it. He shuffled onto his back and felt Taeyang’s hand that rested on his shoulder fall to his mail-covered stomach. He didn’t care much about the weight of Taeyang’s touch against him, in fact, he didn’t mind it at all; his focus laid on the plunging neckline of Taeyang’s rich, purple and copper tunic, and how the ruffled collar of his undershirt practically bent to Taeyang’s will, fitting perfectly around his neck.

“Well yeah,” Y/N took a breath and continued, matching Taeyang’s small smile as he looked down to meet Y/N’s eyes. He didn’t notice, though, how quickly Taeyang’s lips loosened at its corners once Y/N’s gaze drifted over to the way the sunlight glanced over the stone tiles beneath them. Taeyang braced himself for Y/N’s musings, his stomach already beginning to twist up, shy away from a pain he didn’t know he could ever feel. “There was this one girl who meet my eyes in the hall by the dining hall - we couldn’t pull our stares away from each other, then there was that girl who helped me wax my training armour, then the girl I was paired with to train against those straw dummies by the targets.”

Taeyang finally realized what all this fire under his skin meant, what that ache he felt biting into him as Y/N drew his breath to talk about the girls within the castle walls. It was his first taste of jealousy, and his first realization that he held Y/N in a regard that he never had with anybody else before. Nobody else made him gravitate in this way, everything he could need revolved around him and the crown, not the other way around, but Y/N - all of Y/N - seemed to shift that gravity in a second, leave Taeyang wanting and needing and missing and longing, feeling nothing but this bitterness whenever he can actually see Y/N out of his reach like this.

These feelings, these indeterminable blurs of emotion, they all belonged to Y/N.

Taeyang wanted to find a way to shift all the weight from off his chest, to make it easier to support a smile against Y/N’s haphazard one. “I’ll make sure she takes your spot at the ceremony.” He smiled as Y/N flinched against his words, looking up with awe-stricken, nearly pleading eyes.

“Hey!” Y/N snapped his hand up and slapped Taeyang’s chest, but didn’t realize until too late what he just did. Friend or not, he just hit the Prince. Not even seconds after he tried to bring his hand back down - his arm frozen in the hair out of pure shock - and Y/N was already tripping over himself, scrambling to lean up from Taeyang’s lap. “Oh… Oh my… I’m so sorry… I…”

Taeyang held Y/N down by the shoulders, though, catching him with as wild and angered a glare as he could pretend to make. “You dare inflict harm upon The Prince!? I condemn thee to execution!”

Everything hung in the air after Taeyang’s declaration.

“Really-”

“No! You twat…” Taeyang reached down to make even more of a mess of Y/N’s hair, finally making an excuse to tuck that unruly lock of hair behind Y/N’s ear, away from his face. He felt Y/N relax almost instantly, as many held breaths as Y/N could fit in his chest all leaking out at once. With all the jokes they toss around like nothing Taeyang would have expected more of Y/N, but, despite how Y/N forgoes all the courtesies that come with worshipping the crown, he still carries the faintest amounts of respect and chivalry.

He was already perfect, Y/N was already Taeyang’s knight in shining armour.

“Wait…” Y/N, now sure that he wasn’t standing inches away from certain death by gallows or anything like that, began to pick apart Taeyang’s words with a sinister smile that Taeyang was already bracing himself for. “So you said I had a spot at the ceremony?”

“You bloody-”

A smack to Y/N’s mail-armoured chest was cut off by the stiff and serrated call of the General, commanding all squires to fall back onto the training field. Y/N shot up with a gleeful smile, scrambled for his training sword and bid Taeyang a rushed wave farewell, Taeyang barely even had the time to muster a frustrated glare or call back, or even let out an irritated sigh before Y/N was already gone, rushing to join the fray that collected by the field.

All Taeyang could do now was look over the parapet and into the field, where he could barely make out Y/N from the rest of the crowd as soon as he slid his helmet on, undoing all the inner turmoil and conflict Taeyang underwent in order to finally build the courage to fix his hair. However, he never truly lost Y/N, he could pick him out of a crowd of ten, of hundreds, of the entire kingdom if he had to.

Y/N’s stolen glances up to where Taeyang was sitting also helped. Taeyang didn’t know for sure, but he hoped Y/N shared his smiles whenever he threw them his way.

“I still remember the knighting ceremony, you know.” Y/N leaned back in his seat, stretching out his legs out as he could already see Taeyang’s sheepish expression begin to take him over. He felt himself smiling at it, the way he kept peeking over the King’s shoulder to catch Taeyang shifting in his seat, a suppressed smile stretched tightly across his lips as he did his best to hold back his excitement for Y/N’s knighting.

Despite the embarrassment that resurfaced with every time Y/N would bring up Taeyang burst at the seams, struggling to hold himself back for the hours that the knighting ceremony lasted for, all Taeyang could feel was this overwhelming pride. He was just so proud of Y/N for making that far - he knew for a fact that Y/N was going to become one of their most well respected knights. Now that Taeyang is close to becoming King - his coronation is within the next week or so - he might finally be able to rope Y/N into joining the royal guard. The only reason as to why Y/N hasn’t become the royal guard’s treasured member was simply because Y/N wanted to stay where he was - Taeyang respected that to an extent, but that didn’t stop him from pleading to his late father every opportunity he got.

“You almost embarrassed yourself several times in front of all the castle’s people. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” Y/N chuckled to himself, remembering so clearly how he stepped up to the dais to get knighted by Taeyang’s father, only to see Taeyang’s bitten-lipped smile, hands under his thighs to prevent them from shooting up into the air, and jaw tightened in order to fasten a whoop of excitement down to his chest. “But, speaking of, someone else here’s gonna be having his very own ceremony soon…”

Y/N looked up, the glimmers in his eyes something in between apologetic and casual; compassionate. Y/N’s gaze whenever it settled on Taeyang, it was always so compassionate. Taeyang fought so hard for the flush he could feel welling up beneath his skin to stay there, not show in his cheeks, neck, around his ears where his hair would always stick out from under his circlets. He didn’t know how long he could hold back all these emotions from Y/N - at this point, even the weight of Y/N’s eyes on him was too much to bear without feeling fires twist up in his stomach, tie knots in his throat.

It felt like he was drowning, submerged in his own unintelligible mess of thoughts and feelings, and he didn’t know when he’d ever be able to breach the surface. There was an instance where Taeyang was really close, thrashing fingers meeting the waves’ threshold for one moment that was gone the moment he could feel air against his skin. Maybe he should’ve said anything then, when the light shining through the castle windows hit Y/N the exact same, in the most delicate, effortless way as ivory sunlight spilled down Y/N’s chest, fell against his skin and lit up his smile in a way Taeyang couldn’t conceive.

That moment in particular, was when Taeyang realized he had nobody left, nobody but Y/N. It was the day of his father’s death, the day Taeyang understood what the golds and royal blues in his blood really meant, who he really was and who he was now forced to become. He never felt the weight of the throne on him until that moment, and he was so close to buckling under it all, snapping his crown over his knee and abandoning everything he knew. He was only inches before breaking until Y/N caught him, held him still and reminded him to keep his head up, not let the crown fall from his head - how the crown fitted perfectly, it fitted his boundless ego.

With everything Taeyang was supposed to amount to, all the things set in line for him that looked more like rows of dominoes, ready to fall, he simply accepted the fact that he’d never be good enough, and that his father’s only child would be a disappointment to the crown’s legacy.

But Y/N’s endless support, his reminders of how much Taeyang deserved, mattered, and how much Taeyang was truly worthy of, assured Taeyang that Y/N knew him more than Taeyang could ever know of himself. He was ready, he was deserving; there was going to be a lot of pressure, the weight and demands of an entire kingdom rested on his shoulders, but with Y/N there to steady his hands, he realized that he could hold the entire world in them if he wanted to.

It was at that moment, Taeyang, his vision a blur of tears as he felt himself curl up in Y/N’s arms, could still see the soft smile on Y/N’s lips, the comfort that radiated from his mere presence, the softness of his voice, the way his hands held Taeyang’s tear-stained cheeks and swept his tears away with the weight of a spring breeze. They were so close, their lips were so close, their gentle smiles were so close, Y/N’s body was so close to his… A flicker of sunlight between them and everything that left Taeyang restless would be set to flames, reduced to ash, and all the tangled feelings wound up in him would snap.

But they didn’t seal their fates between their lips. Taeyang just pressed his forehead to Y/N’s as he held Taeyang by his neck, stroking back his hair in a moment of silence that was so profoundly blissful, yet so painful at the same time. Taeyang’s feelings weren’t just an ephemeral sparkle in the sky like the stars were to the night, they were this everlasting and intense mark on him, like the sunset’s colours were on everything it kissed goodnight. He didn’t like Y/N - those smiles as Y/N rounded corners to meet him, and his frowns as Y/N disappeared back around them to leave weren’t just affection. He loved Y/N, he loved Y/N more than anything he has ever known.

From that point, though, Taeyang didn’t know for how long he’d need to bury all of it under layers of petulant whines, stifled sighs and scrambles to take back the slips in his wording.

“You know, when dad died,” Taeyang fidgeted with his fingers, taking a breath that felt like embers on his tongue. “I didn’t think I could do it - take on the burden of the crown. I have the trust of all my people in my hands, and the only things I can think about are all the ways that I can fumble it - that trust…”

Taeyang didn’t feel how tightly wound his fists were until he felt Y/N’s soft touch open his fingers back up. Y/N took Taeyang’s hand in his own, gave it a reassuring squeeze without taking his eyes off the ground.

“I didn’t think I was worthy,” Taeyang continued, smiling down at Y/N as he watched him grab Taeyang’s other hand, pulling Taeyang closer toward Y/N by the delicate grip he had on his wrists. Shuffling forward on his seat, Taeyang leaned forward to rest his forehead against Y/N’s, a gesture they’ve always shared in tender moments such as these, yet the gravity of it doesn’t hit Taeyang until he could feel Y/N softening against his makeshift embrace, leaning against Taeyang. “But you helped me see everything I couldn’t, and you reminded me that I’m worthy. I couldn’t have done any of this without you - from saving me in the woods to saving me here…” Taeyang could barely finish before the sweetness of gentle laughter overtook him; he didn’t even need to string together the last of his words, Y/N was always there to finish them for him.

“My job is never done, your majesty…” Y/N said, his voice a shred of a whisper, barely weighing against the air. He still kept his hold on Taeyang’s hands and smiled as Taeyang caressed his knuckles with his thumbs, absently turning Y/N’s own hands over in his, surveying them.

Even after all Y/N’s put himself through as a knight, and his hands still feel as soft as they did when Y/N took Taeyang’s hand in his for the first time, helping him up from the ground on the fringes of that forest. They were so young, naive, and originally, Taeyang thought his mind was too much of a mess to fully realize all the things he was feeling. But even back then, the sparks of Taeyang’s admiration began to light.

“You’re going to make a great king, and I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

“I wish you didn’t like patrolling so much so you could just be my hand already.” They shared a chuckle, thinking about how Y/N could’ve been promoted so many times by now; however, they both knew that Y/N wouldn’t be able to handle being cooped up within the castle walls for as long as the King’s hand would be. He enjoyed the limited freedom that patrolling the perimeters gave him - especially those times at lavender sunrises when he’d sneak off and feed the alley cats by the tavern not too far away from the castle’s walls. Not a lot of fresh air and sunlight makes it through the windows of the castle.

However, the stray dapples of sunlight that managed their way into the castle were all revolving around Y/N, setting his skin alight with shimmers, igniting his eyes as they took on this beautiful fire in them. No matter how powerful Taeyang can become with the crown on his head and the throne beneath him, it was Y/N who had the entire world revolving around him.

And Taeyang couldn’t do anything but feel himself fall into Y/N’s orbit like everything else around them.

“Can you put ‘long walks by the beach’ on the job application?” Y/N looked up, a sheepish yet sly smile on his face, one that Taeyang found himself still failing to resist; he’s not sure he’ll ever find the power in him to do so.

“Well, as King, I think arrangements can be made.” Taeyang titled his head with a grin of his own. Even as the Prince, there are a lot of things that Taeyang would do just to have Y/N a little closer to him every day - to make their time together more than chiselling out free time and making excuses for their absences.

“Perfect, I’ll consider it-” Y/N was halfway through shining another smile until he heard an all-too-familiar call of the general’s horn leaking through the cracks of the throne room. Y/N was due for receiving his round of orders for the remainder of the day, as well, he was also set to aid in training a group of especially promising squires. He loved attending to his duties as much as the next knight, however, all he wanted to do right now was to be stuck with Taeyang right here, two moons adrift in the throne room’s endless space. “Shit… Duty calls, I need to go.”

“O-okay.”

Taeyang felt all of this radiant joy, a feeling that burned from the inside out in the best way, immediately fade away as Y/N stood up from his seat, hesitating to turn toward the doorway. For some arbitrary reason that twisted up in his stomach, pounded at his head and left him breathless with each second he left Y/N to drift away toward the stone archway they stumbled through to carve out some free time together, Taeyang felt that this moment, this particular moment was what stood between him and this irreconcilable end.

Suddenly, feeling the weight in him drop and practically bring him to the floor, Taeyang knew that he couldn’t let Y/N go this time. He can’t. If he does, Y/N will be lost to him in a way that would always be just slightly beyond him - Y/N would be so close to him, always, yet constantly far enough for Taeyang to see the gap between them, the leap of faith that Taeyang would fail to take.

There was an onslaught of thoughts in Taeyang’s head as he traced Y/N’s steps toward the exit. Everything they’ve ever been through, all the instances that triggered within Taeyang feelings he never knew existed before he stumbled into that damned forest and found Y/N on the other side… It all began to revolve around him in this shimmering, blinding and disorienting orbit, hovering and looming over him like a jewel studded crown - the crown that Y/N reminded him he was worthy of..

“WAIT!” Taeyang’s shrill and sudden cry, a plea that scorched the air, made Y/N still and whip around instantly, his eyes immediately fixing onto the near-desperate shine that arose in Taeyang’s. “Y-Y/N… I need to tell you something.” Taeyang didn’t even wait until Y/N retraced his few steps and made his way back toward their seats, his face contorted in confusion and concern for Taeyang’s outburst - Taeyang was done waiting, done watching his seams burst beyond repair with all the time he’s had to hold himself back from telling Y/N how he really felt.

He stopped for nothing, his heart knotted in his throat, his blood tangling in his veins with every moment he held his breath and felt his pulse nearly bring him to his knees. Y/N’s eyes weighed heavy on him now, his silent, inquisitive gaze like a shaft of moonlight thrust suddenly upon him. He felt drenched in Y/N’s silence, but he didn’t care, nothing - his doubts, his inhibitions, the commands that always stripped them from each other the moment he built the courage; nothing - was going to stop him.

“What is it, Taeyang? Are you alright?” Y/N said, tilting his head, and trying to get a read of the way Taeyang’s expressions seemed to flash between all the things he’s ever felt, all the things Y/N’s never been there to see him feel.

“I just… I can’t let you slip away this time.” There were times where Taeyang cared too much about what he was saying, measuring his words, cutting them like precious cloth in case Y/N would pick up on the scraps too soon. Now he didn’t, he poured all his weight into them now, spilled all the blood that Y/N’s teasing and beautiful smiles would send straight to Taeyang’s cheeks.

“What- what do you mean…?” To Y/N, Taeyang’s words felt like blows to his head, leaving his thoughts a blur. As he could see the conflict that now resided behind Taeyang’s once shimmering eyes, he soon realized that this wasn’t about what Y/N could see, what he felt as Taeyang let his words out. He shuffled a little bit closer and watched carefully as Taeyang rose from his seat, reaching out with shaking hands toward Y/N’s. Their fingertips brushed, slowly settling between each other, hanging on the fringes of each other.

“What I mean is…” Taeyang tried to steel himself, steadying his voice in the same way he did as his father would force him to make speeches to the royal court. This wasn’t the royal court, though, this wasn’t the kingdom he swore to serve, it wasn't even another country prepared for his reading of a treaty or a trade agreement. None of those situations could ever be like this - standing in front of the person who was his driving force, the wind in his sails, the person he’d take an arrow, a sword, or poisoned wine for. This was Y/N, his entire world.

He didn’t think he was prepared to speak to his entire world…

“I…”

Drawing a sharp, deep breath in, Taeyang felt the sunlight stilling between them, Y/N’s hand hanging from the edges of his. So close yet so far. He wanted to close the gap.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Taeyang’s words draped against the air, eclipsing the light trickling through the windows. A massive weight shoved from Taeyang’s chest now rested between them, and all they laid before both of them now was the silence that rested in between.

He wanted Y/N to say something, do something. Curse at him, yell at him, push him, shove him, hold him at the edge of his sword, grab him by the collar and renounce all the nothings they’ve whispered sweetly to each other, shatter his crown and take back all his belief in him. Even move his hand, his fingers from where they rested between Taeyang’s - recoil in disgust or fear like the shadows of Taeyang’s doubts always yearned for.

But Y/N didn’t move, not an inch - forward or back. His face remained stoic, unmoving, unintelligible like all the rest of the feelings Taeyang battled relentlessly to share.

Until, suddenly, Y/N stepped forward, bringing Taeyang’s hand in his gently, carefully; like how Y/N handled the lilies they’d find blooming at the bases of the trees by ‘their’ forest whenever they’d find the time during sunset to take walks together. Taeyang would watch him with such fascination as he seemed to take all the sunset’s colours in his hands, too, his eyes igniting in copper fires, the shimmer of gilded skies in his skin as if he’d been dipped into the clouds where all their laughter would be sent into.

Y/N finally looked up again to meet his eyes, pure bliss in them, dancing like leaping sparks, shining like stars, a small smile blooming on his lips like the slow trickle of sunlight against the dawn.

“Taeyang…” Y/N’s eyes flicked down for a moment to track Taeyang’s hand with his fingers - as if he hasn’t already memorized where the scar from their first play-fight ran to his wrist, where the ebbs and flows of his knuckles resided, where a couple of his veins settled just beneath his skin, twisting gently like molten gold leaking from a forge. They were the hands he’s always dreamed of holding whenever Taeyang wouldn’t be dreaming of holding Y/N’s first. “How could you think, even for a moment, that I could ever not love you too?”

It was as if the entire room let out a breath of relief that nearly knocked them over. Taeyang let out a weak whimper and fell into Y/N’s already opening arms, the frayed ends of his sigh turning into laughter as he buried himself in Y/N’s shoulder. The burnished hide of Y/N’s shoulder armour prodded at Taeyang’s neck as he shifted in Y/N’s embrace, but Taeyang’s never felt more comfortable, more at ease, and more at home than right now.

“You think you could’ve told me a little bit sooner!?” Taeyang tried to hit Y/N, nudge him in his side, but he didn’t want to let go for even a split second. He kept his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling him in closer, ever closer, until they couldn’t tell the space between their bodies, until the colours between them melded into a blur the sunlight couldn’t define. “A little bit of ‘hey, I like you too’ wouldn’t have hurt!”

“I didn’t really know if you liked me like that. So I kept my mouth shut until I knew for sure…” Y/N, with his arms looped around Taeyang’s neck, rose on his toes as Taeyang pulled him in and up a little bit more, nestling himself further into Y/N’s neck and shoulder. “I know we’ve shared some special moments, but I couldn’t help but think about all the things in our way, and how far away you seemed from me.”

“I… I guess that’s a sufficient excuse…” Taeyang, raising his head from Y/N’s shoulder, thought about the love they shared, and how it was going to be a far from simple process of finding a way to live with it out in the open. If they kept their love a secret, they’d be suffocating every part of them that wished to be free, and if they were free, they’d have political power players pulling antique rugs from beneath their feet, finding ways to compromise the throne even further. “I never really thought about it like that.”

“Me neither, I never thought it out this far - the whole confession part.” Y/N fidgeted with the hem of Taeyang’s tunic, stifling his jumbled words into Taeyang’s shoulder with a deep breath. With all the relief that came with them, there was twice the pressure of what would come with the aftermath of what their love would do to each other, the kingdom, the crown, and everything else.

Maybe people would support them, the star-crossed love between a king and his most loyal knight, maybe they wouldn’t - there would be no heirs biologically tied to Taeyang’s blood, no legacy to carry like a sceptre through the generations.

But Taeyang was going to find a way, he was going to find a way to make things work and let everyone know, every inch of this kingdom, who he loves and how much love he has to share. He’s worthy, he’s strong, he’s capable - and so is Y/N.

“Maybe we don’t need to, though. We don’t need to think that far.” Taeyang stepped back and took Y/N’s face in his hands. He hated the way Y/N’s worry traced lines in his face, forcing out a frown that could never be seen in the light of Y/N’s persistent smile. Taeyang wanted to do anything and everything to see it fade away. “I love you, you love me… That’s all we have to worry about right now. No stupid crowns or legacies or futures or anything like that, Y/N.”

Their eyes met, and there was this comfort that burned between them, singeing the ends of Y/N’s pensive pout and bringing back that beautiful smile. Taeyang was right, they had each other, they found each other in the way they were always meant to. For now, that was enough.

Taeyang hasn’t even gotten his crown yet, still dawning the circlet he’s had since Y/N fixed it for him - balanced it atop Taeyang’s head - at the edge of that forest, and he’s already speaking like a king. Inspiration, passion, warmth, and power already radiated from him, his voice settling against him like an evening haze

“Whatever it is that comes, we have each other.” Y/N said with a chuckle, practically completing Taeyang’s thoughts before he could let them out.

Taeyang smiled, fingertips dancing along Y/N’s jaw, stars between their lips colliding as they pulled each other in and tied their lips together. It was everything they dreamed of but more. They could feel everything yet nothing, flickers of sunsets they’ve burned black, the sweetness of old jokes they have yet to glance over hundreds of times, that numbness between them as they felt sparks against their hands, fires on their skin, this intangible craving blooming in between them.

They pulled back, gravity collapsing in on itself as they felt themselves drifting in place, swaying motionlessly to the melody that played in all their moments of restless longing.

“If I have you,” Taeyang whispered as he rested his forehead against Y/N’s, his whispers hanging from Y/N’s lips. “Then whatever stands in our way doesn’t have a chance…”

Y/N was Taeyang’s second half, the embrace of evening to his emerging dawn, the smooth effortless edges that ran against his serrated surface, Y/N completed him, filling in all the blanks he’s spent hours wondering how to fill. He was the weightlessness in his wings and the stars in his sky, his everything.

Whatever would come to stand in their way really didn’t have a chance. None at all.

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