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Take a Ride - K.Y

Tags/Warnings: phew boy…18+ ONLY! MDNI! AT ALL! SMUT. There’s definitely plot there, biker!yeosang, no pronouns really used for reader but there are feminine pet names, very light alcohol drinking, heavy making out, fluff, I barely reread and edited this sorry

Smut Tags: exhibitionism (sex on a motorcycle), oral sex (reader receiving), p in v sex, reader has a coochie, pet names towards reader (pretty girl, good girl, baby, doll), fingering, begging, grinding, scratching, PROTECTED SEX, Yeo’s got a big dick, Yeo keeps his condoms in his wallet (don't do that lmao), love at first fuck(???)

Word Count: 5.6k

Playlist:

“Fly - FKJ Remix” by June Marieezy “Body Language” by Doja Cat “Harley’s in Hawaii” by Katy Perry “Pink + White” by Frank Ocean

Being able to vacation days off from work was difficult, especially in your profession. So when it was offered to you by your supervisor, you agreed without hesitation. As soon as you got home, you messaged your best friend. You had both talked about having a little vacation and going to an island, away from the hustle and bustle of your usual lives, and taking in all the more tropical views that you never got to experience living in a city. That same night you had your bags packed and plane tickets booked for the next morning.

The Airbnb your friend had chosen was stunning. The backdoor opened up directly to the sight of the ocean and the trees surrounding the view. The window in your room offered a similar view. As soon as you opened it, a breeze filled the space, bringing in the salty smell of the ocean with it. It made your shoulders relax a bit, eyes closed as the heat of the sun refreshingly warmed your face. For once you weren’t thinking of all the work that sat waiting for you, or anything that was on your to-do list. You were instead listening to the birds chirping, the waves crashing against the rocks nearby, the leaves on the trees brushing against each other with every waft of wind.

After a few minutes of standing there and swaying gently back and forth with the wind, your friend finally knocked on your door.

“Hello hello,” they peeked their head around to make sure you weren’t occupied. You smiled and waved them in, going to sit on the bed.

“What’s up?”

“Well…there’s this bar nearby that I believe is calling out our names. Wait–” they gasped before grabbing your arm. “Can you hear that? It was just there!” You rolled your eyes at their ever-dramatic antics.

“So you wanna go drinking when it’s,” you shifted to look at the clock on your phone. “It just turned 3:10.” They nodded back excitedly, grin wide on their face.

“And we can get shitfaced and go walking on the beach that’s right outside our doorstep during the sunset!”

…It all did sound very tempting. You mulled it over as your friend sat next to you, bouncing up and down in anticipation. You finally nodded, coming to the conclusion that you were on your own time, not needing to hold back from enjoying yourself. They flung their arms around your neck before getting up and running to go change.

—

For it being a Friday, the building was surprisingly barely busy. There were a few people here and there, drinking and either talking to someone or watching whatever the bar had on TV. You and your friend grab a corner booth. After writing down your order, your friend went to the bar to get your drinks from the bartender. It was then that you heard motorcycle rumbles from outside the building, and through the very tiny window, you could see two bikes parking in one spot. Both people on the bikes got off, and one immediately took his helmet off. He was a bit taller than the other one and had short black hair and a sharp nose. The second motorcyclist had been in the middle of unclipping his helmet when your friend suddenly appeared at your side.

“Here you go! I got a double shot for mine but yours is just the regular amount. I didn’t know how hard you were going tonight.” They said with a smile. Your attention was brought back to the drink they had set in front of you on the small napkin. It was a deep red color and while it had a strong smell, it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Thank you so so much, I owe you one.” You smile at them as you use the tiny black straw to taste the drink, dubbed “The Icey Crab” on the menu. Corny, but the drink is damn good.

At that moment, the two motorcyclists you saw before swung the door to the bar open. The taller one walked in first, leather pants and boots appearing before the rest of him. He stepped in and to the side, as the other biker came in. The other one, the one you didn’t get a chance to see take his helmet off, was…gorgeous, to say the least. His face looked as if it had been carved from marble. There was a slight dark mark on the side of his face and it accentuated his beautiful eyes. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly. Not to mention his arms. His muscle tank allowed his muscular triceps to be on display. And you were certainly taking it in.

“Hey.” Your friend snapped their fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to what they had been saying. Their eyes followed yours over to where the two men had come in and were setting themselves up at the bar.

“Ahh, I see how it is then. Which one were you eyeing?” They smirked and nudged you repeatedly, making you lightly hit their arm and roll your eyes. “I’m going to guess it’s the long-haired one? Definitely your type.”

“Please, I don’t have a type.” Their eyebrows shot up at you over the glass held to their lips.

“Don’t just lie like that, I’ve known you for way too long.” They giggled, eyes going back over to the two men. One of them, the taller one, seemed to look right over at your table at that exact moment, catching your friend’s eye. They grinned and raised their glass in greeting the new man. He returned it back, smirking as he said something to his long-haired friend who was simply sipping on his drink and seemed startled when the tall one spoke. He too followed his friend's view over to your booth, and his eyes landed on you.

“Well, I think I’ve snagged his friend, if you want alone time with him, yeah?” They said as they looked back at you, excitement glimmering in their eyes as they downed the rest of their drink.

“And what happened to us headed to have a little drunk walk on the beach?” You crossed your arms over your chest, a smile on your lips as your voice stayed playful.

“Well, we can do that any other night, right? We have some vacation days, let’s really use them.” They wiggled their eyebrows at you, making you let out a laugh. You see a figure approach the table from the corner of your eye, something you could only assume belonged to the tall man at the bar. You brought your drink up to your lips to hide your smile, as your friend stared at you in amusement.

“Hi,” the tall man’s deep voice seized your friend’s eyes from you. “I couldn’t help but notice your drink was empty.” Your friend looked down at the glass in fake surprise, as if they hadn’t realized what they were doing. Even though they knew exactly what they were doing. It was a tactic they used quite frequently, emptying their glass and waiting for whoever they had been eye-fucking to buy them a new drink.

“I didn’t even notice, how astute.” They smiled at him and raised their glass up in front of his face.

“Maybe we can change that?” His eyebrow quirked as he lightly grabbed the glass.

“Sounds like a deal…?”

“Park Seonghwa,” He introduced himself and looked over at you for the first time, giving you a smile. Almost as a sign of good intentions, ensuring you he didn’t plan on doing anything of ill will towards them. You nodded and looked at your friend, who stared at you. You both had each other’s location tracker on and you knew they had protective measures.

“Alright, Mr. Park, let’s see if you can guess my favorite drink.”

The two of them walked away, and you watched with a smile, feeling glad that your friend could find something to distract them. You knew how busy they had been with their job and family. It was rare for them to go out anymore. If anyone needed time to be a little irresponsible, it was definitely them.

“So, your friend fell for the ‘Your glass is empty’ line?”

A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you looked at the man standing next to your booth’s table. It was the other biker, the one who had come with Seonghwa. His attention on you made your face burn, and it took you a few seconds to realize what he had said.

“Well, your friend fell for the ‘Oh, my glass is empty?’ bit. Maybe they were made for each other.” You smiled at the long-haired man as he laughed, looking down at the table for a second. His smile was very pretty, especially with how his eyes curved when his cheeks pushed up. His black hair fell into his face, and some impulse within you wished to reach out and push them back.

“Maybe they were.” He looked over his shoulder to the two of them at the bar, laughing about something. You could see a vein popping out in his neck, running all the way down to his broad chest. He was definitely your type, your friend was right. Especially with the way his hands looked as they rested on the table. Fuck it, if they’re gonna have fun tonight, I am too.

“I’m Y/N.” His eyes came back to you as you stuck your hand out in greeting. He took it, a jolt going through you at the feeling of his skin.

“Yeosang.”

Once he sat down on the other side of the rounded booth, the two of you spent hours talking about various things. What brought you to the island, what kinds of jobs you both did (he was a mechanic), what towns you lived in, what town you originally came from, et cetera. He was very interesting, not to mention very intelligent, and while he seemed reserved initially, he slowly opened up to show a more comedic side. The two of you had almost completely forgotten to check on your friends until Seonghwa came by to let Yeosang know that he and your friend were headed out. You gave your friend a good once over, making sure they weren’t shitfaced and still coherent. Relieved to find them acting their usual self, you had no reservations about letting them head out without you.

As soon as they were both out the door, you watched through the window as they climbed on the back of Seonghwa’s motorcycle, putting his helmet on. Yeo laughed at his friend, apparently trying to “act cool.”

“There are times when he struggles to even talk to someone, but then there’s moments where he’s got massive game. I don’t even know how I keep up with him.” You smiled as he kept on talking about his friend, the genuine fondness showing through his words. Something about how he talked about Seonghwa was so deeply endearing. It made your heart flutter a little in your chest.

Your talks kept up as more people filtered into the bar, creating a hotter and stuffier atmosphere. He inched closer and closer to you, both of you struggling to hear the other as more voices came into the building, and the music got louder. After a while, you two just looked at each other and laughed, finding it ridiculous. You couldn’t help but notice, however, just how close he was. Merely inches apart as he leaned into your ear.

“I think we should head out.”

—

Yeosang parked the motorcycle right in a hidden clearing, taking your hand and bringing you to the edge of a cliff a few feet from the bike. You looked over it, deciding that if he was a murderer, he really wouldn’t have been able to kill you with the drop. Sure, maybe some bruises or a scratch, a bit of muscle ache, but definitely not death.

“I’m not trying to murder you, you know,” he lets out with a low chuckle, reading your mind. “I just wanna show you my favorite view out here. Especially with the sun setting. You have to wait a few more minutes, but it’s so worth it.” He smiles brightly at you, and you couldn’t help but look at how the light from the lowering sun made his skin glow. You smiled back, watching as he walked back to his bike to lean against it, his toned legs stretched out in front of him, arms crossed and showing off his muscular build. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning you over. You obliged, leaning your body against the seat of the bike, arms brushing his as he stared out at the view and watched the different birds crossing over the water.

You struggled to look at the view, eyes constantly straying over to him and his face, the birthmark next to his eye standing out. It took your restraint to keep from listening to your impulsive thoughts to reach out and trace it.

You wanted to brush back his long black hair to get a better view of it, maybe even gather it up in your hand. That brought on a new wave of thoughts, ones that included your grip on his hair, pushing him in between your legs, eyes closed as he–

“It’s impolite to stare you know.”

Your face burned as you turned away towards the ocean, eyes looking downwards. His chuckle reverberated into your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him look over at you, one eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing his face. He managed to look both devilish and angelic at the same time, a feat you never realized could be done before.

“Sorry, just…lost in thought.”

“It’s okay, pretty girl. Maybe you should take a picture next time, hm?” His smile widened a bit after that, and you rolled your eyes, even though the smile playing at your lips contradicted the movement. The water crashed against the shore, providing background noise surrounding the two of you. You had expected him to have turned his attention back to the shifting sunset, but you could still see him focused on you.

You tried to ignore his eyes piercing you, dragging down the length of your body. His tongue peeked out behind his lips, swiping over them in a way you wished to do. Gathering your thoughts that melted all together you slightly turned your head toward him, eyebrow raised.

“You don’t practice what you preach?” You bit out. Something in the way he smiled tossed your stomach in a way not unpleasant. His eyes kept shifting between your eyes down to your lips, eventually losing the battle and fixating themselves on the way you brought your bottom lip into your mouth to lightly bite at it.

“Why don’t you let me do that, hm?” Was the only thing he said before a hand reached out to grab the side of your face. He gave you a chance to pull back, and as soon as he realized you didn’t plan to, he leaned in. You sharply sucked air in, his lips brushing gently over yours as your eyes fluttered closed. After what felt like minutes of building anticipation, he pressed himself against you. Both hands grasped at your face as he deepened the kiss, tongue lightly swiping at your lips.

Maybe it was the one drink in your system, or maybe it was the way your body felt like it craved every possible touch from him, but you let him take complete control. His body pushed you against the seat of his bike, his hands coming down to either side of you to cage you in. This time your hands came up to grab either side of his face, your body pressing into him as if you could get any closer. His hips moved into yours a little, wanting to show you the effects you already had on him. He was strained against his pants, gently rocking into you to find some sort of relief. It made you grin a bit against his mouth, knowing how much power you had over this man you only met a few short hours ago.

His mouth left yours to start trailing against your jaw and down your neck. He sucked harder in some areas that you knew would leave sensitive purple marks in the morning. It was when he reached down the base of your neck under your ear that you let out a sound that fell between a sharp sigh and a squeak. At this, he smiled into your neck, lapping at the spot before gently nipping at it.

“I love your sounds, pretty girl,” he noted before continuing around the column of your neck. It was agonizing, wanting him to finally get to where you truly needed him. You whined as his hand moved to your thigh, slowly starting to make progress toward your core.

“Yeo please–” He hushed you as you started to plead.

“I’m gonna make sure you get what you need, baby. Patience.”

The hand on your thigh came back up to wrap around your waist, gripping so tight that you were sure bruises would form in the shape of his fingers later. Your hands made their way into his hair, lightly gripping the strands and tugging a bit to encourage him to move faster. His eyes fluttered closed and the deep groan that came out of him made you clench around nothing. How could someone make such a sinfully beautiful sound like that?

His eyes opened and it felt like they were staring into the very depths of you. Something dark and exhilarating floated in his pupils, sending a shiver through you as his hands gripped you impossibly tighter, arms flexing in the loose muscle tank.

“Lean back on my bike, doll.” His voice had dropped several octaves and it reverberated in your body, nodding as you listened to his instructions. You place both hands on either side of your body as you lean your weight backward, allowing him to move to the waistband of your jeans and undo the buttons and zipper. Pushing both your pants and underwear down, you kicked them off over your sneakers. As he watched, he caught a glimpse of the damp spot on your underwear and smiled.

“We’ve barely done anything baby.” Your face burned as you rolled your eyes, trying to not fold under his charms.

“Whate– shit.” His fingers cut off your rebuttal as they lightly skimmed over your slit, humming in mockery of your reaction. Your head tilted back as your hips moved up, a futile attempt at trying to get him to press just a little harder. He refused to put any more pressure besides gentle brushes, occasionally nudging your clit when you move your hips just right. His feather-light touches drew out small whimpers from you as you endeavored to keep most of your sounds in.

After what felt like forever, he moved his hand away, making your head dizzy at the sudden shifting. Before you could complain, he was sinking to his knees, gloved hands grabbing your thighs to bring them on his shoulders, shifting your weight around so you were fully reliant on both him and his bike. One of your hands came up to grab his hair on instinct, gripping it between your fingers.

His breath ghosted over your wet lips, making you shiver and tighten your hold on his scalp. The tip of his nose rubbed along your slit, causing you to buck your hips again into him. You looked down, mouth opening to complain about his teasing. However, the sight below you distracts from the whine that had been at your tongue. Yeosang’s eyes meet yours, half-closed in a drunken state. He somehow looked even more ethereal this way, his senses completely filled with just you.

“Please” was all you could muster out. He nodded his head, understanding your plea, and his tongue came out to separate your folds, licking up the wetness he had thoroughly spread. Your body felt as if had simultaneously relaxed from the end of his initial teasing, as well as tensed up from the sensations he gave. His tongue flicked against your clit, making you jolt upwards in surprise. You felt his tongue circle around your clit before he began to suck it into his mouth gently, tongue going back and forth over it. Your stomach tightened up, your grip on his hair pushing him more into you. He hummed at the pressure, causing ripples of pleasure to roll through you.

He released your clit to move downwards, his tongue dipping into your cunt and curving up. Your other hand, the one not in his hair, came up to cover your mouth from releasing the long moan on the verge of slipping out. He continued dipping his tongue in you and flicking up, making it harder and harder to keep your noises in. Your thighs clenched around his head, and his fingers tightened to help keep you steady.

He leaned back a bit from you, allowing you to have a deep breath as you clenched around nothing. You looked at how his mouth shined from your slick, a smile gracing his features as he took a second to breathe. One of his hands released your thigh, and using his nails he lightly grazed across your skin until his hand was at your entrance.

“Is this okay, doll?” He looked up at you with concerned eyes, checking to ensure you were okay. You smile and nod, thumb rubbing his scalp and pushing some of his hair back. He nodded with you, and slowly pushed two fingers into you, allowing you to adjust to the thickness. Your eyes fluttered closed, focusing on the way his fingers opened you. It had been a while since you had anything other than yourself inside you, so the stretch was a welcome burn.

“Breathe.” He gently whispered, making you realize you had been holding your breath the entire time. Your inhale was a bit wobbly, but you finally exhaled and relaxed around him.

“Good girl.”

His fingers started to move, not fully leaving out of you before they were pushed back in again. He curled them upwards, looking for something inside you.

“I need…please…faster,” you shakily managed to get out. He huffed out a light chuckle, and you looked down at him through hooded eyes.

“My baby is so good at begging.”

His fingers picked up their pace, leaving you to struggle to catch your breath. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, as your back arched when he prodded at one spot within you. With your eyes closed, you sensed him pause and move below you, before feeling his mouth suck your clit in again. The new sensation, along with the continuous pressing on the sensitive area in you, had you unable to hold back your moans. Your senses were completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. And the pressure in your stomach started to build more and more with every hit of his fingers.

“Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me?” His voice rocked through you, not letting up his movements. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes closed tightly. It was too much to try to hold back and with a few final movements, both hands flew to his head. You held him as close as you could, the pressure on your clit not stopping as you clenched tightly around his fingers.

He could hear you call his name as you finished, and it didn’t do anything to help the pressure in his pants. But he knew that if either of you wanted to move to that, you’d have to take at least one more finger to prepare. So as you came down with deep breaths, he pulled off you. Your head was still spinning as he kissed your inner thighs, bringing you back down.

“I want you in me, Yeo,” you managed out. You could see how much he was straining against his pants, and you wanted to help relieve some pressure for the both of you. His smile was soft and endearing, a switch from the man who just gave you a transcending orgasm.

“I know baby, I want to. But we need to prepare you just a bit more for that, okay?” His words took a moment to process. You thought you had prepared to take him, but as he slowly started to push three fingers in, you realized that you might have trouble walking tomorrow.

“Oh shit,” was all that came out, as the stretch made your eyes roll back. All the pain was masked under the slight overstimulation you felt. It was almost too much, but you desperately wanted to feel all of him in you, and if this is what it took to get there, then you wouldn’t complain.

It wasn’t an unusual feeling, you had experimented with three fingers before, but having someone else do it was what made you dizzy. Especially when his fingers were already so thick, it was more of a stretch than you were typically able to give yourself.

You took a breath, trying to relax around him. It was difficult though, as you kept clenching every time he moved back in. Watching as you sucked him in again repeatedly had him almost drooling. He couldn’t help from going back in, attaching himself to your already abused clit. It made your eyes jerk open in surprise. It made it even more difficult to relax, as you gripped him rhythmically.

“Yeosang, please!” Your voice cried out like music in his ears. He could feel the way your thighs shook around his head, tightening more and more from his attack. He knew he couldn’t hold on any longer, and just as your eyebrows started to furrow up again, he pulled away. His fingers left you, and he watched in a trance as you fluttered around nothing. A whine was pulled out of your mouth, bringing him back to you.

Gently placing your thighs off his shoulders for a moment, he stood, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. Out of it he grabbed a condom and placed the wrapper in his mouth. He quickly grabbed his shirt off, then unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and hastily pushed them down with his boxers, kicking them off to the side.

Your mouth involuntarily dropped open. That’s definitely why he wanted me to have three. His dick hit his stomach as he focused on putting the condom on. To say he was well endowed would be an understatement, and you were starting to wonder if he shouldn’t have possibly used four fingers to open you up a bit more. It made your mouth water a bit at the idea of having that stretch you out. You had yet to have a partner with such a gift as Yeosang has, and you were quite excited to see if he knew how to use it.

He gripped your thighs again, putting them around his hips. One hand stayed holding a leg while the other grabbed around your waist. His dick rubbed between your folds as he slightly ground into you. With every motion upwards it caught on your clit, dragging along and making you cling to his shoulders.

“You still okay with this? We can stop now if you want.” It made your heart skip hearing him. He was being considerate, even with how much he was definitely holding himself back from ramming into you. His teeth were clenched, his jaw tense and defining his jawline. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Yes, Sangie.” The nickname rolled off your tongue without a second thought, and it made you both stop and look into each other’s eyes. Something within his chest twisted hearing the way you said his name. And seeing you this way…it was something he knew he needed more of.

Your teeth caught your lip, looking down to watch how his girth spread your lips apart.

“What did I say about letting me do that.” He leaned down towards your face and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the touch of his soft lips against yours again. Your entire face felt tingly, allowing him to take over control of the kiss. As he pulled away, he bit down gently on your bottom lip, pulling it out slightly before letting it go. And as he rest his forehead against yours to look into your eyes, he finally adjusted his hips to slip in you.

The stretch was almost unbearable. Almost. You were beyond thankful that he prepared you thoroughly. And between your first orgasm and the heated makeout session you two had, you were virtually drenched with desire and need.

He stilled as he completely bottomed out. The feeling of him filling you up completely was overwhelming in the best way possible. Every sense was completely overtaken by the need for more of him. His taste, his smell, his touch. All of it. And after a while, you moved your hips to try to get him to continue.

“Move…please move.” You looked through your eyelashes at him, giving him your best pleading eyes. And looking at how pretty your eyes were in this scenario, it took him all he could to keep from pounding away. He slowly left your body, not fully taking himself out before thrusting hard into you. The movement jolted your body along with the bike under you, and he continued with the pace and force he wanted to use.

You brought a hand up to bite, an attempt at keeping your moans in at the feeling of being so full. He moved his hand from your thigh to grab at your hand muffling your sounds, pulling it away from your mouth and placing it on his chest, before he returned his hand back to your thigh.

“I want…I need to hear my pretty girl,” he groaned out, punctuating his words with particularly hard thrusts causing moans to spill out. You felt him twitch inside you with every sound drawn out of you. “Can you feel what your pretty noises do to me, baby? You sound so beautiful.”

Your nails dug into his skin, running across his chest and grabbing his biceps. Red streaks followed your fingers, and you felt his hard biceps ripple every time he pulled you onto him. His strength only served to turn you on more, clenching around his length. That erupted a deep groan from his chest, an enchanting sound that you would definitely keep engrained in your memory.

The coil in your stomach tightened more with each thrust. You knew you needed just a little bit more, something to truly tip you over the edge. You took one of your hands off his upper arms and moved to circle your clit. That was it. You were thrown over your precipice as your eyes rolled back into your head. All you could think was Yeosang, Yeosang, Yeosang.

He watched as your back arched into him, chest pressing against his as he slowed down a bit, letting you ride your waves. You eventually came back down, eyes hazy and glazed over. The slow drags of his cock helped to ride out the aftershocks. Your body fell limp into him.

Yeosang eventually started to pick up the pace, the dazed look in your eyes spurring him on. His low moans in your ear signaled the nearing of his end. His thrusts became sporadic as his grip tightened impossibly more on your thigh. He was using you to get off now and it made a rush of heat fill your body. His hair fell in front of his face, his eyes shut tightly as he focused on his own pleasure.

“Cum, Sangie. I wanna see you cum, please please please.” You whined into his ear, the overstimulation of his continual pace causing every nerve in your body to be lit on fire. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, and they made their way to his back, dragging angry red lines across the expanse. You felt how his cock twitched at that, and a deep groan emanated from his throat. There it is. You kept dragging your nails across his back feeling as his pace started to lose its rhythm. And finally, with one last deep moan, he stilled in you, his face buried deep in your neck.

You felt his breath fanning across your neck, your eyes blinking shut at the sensation. It all felt truly perfect. His deep breaths in your ear, the feeling of being so full of him, his body weight resting slightly on yours, arm around your waist keeping you close to him, the smell of the ocean and your bodies mixed. He slowly started pressing delicate kisses down your neck and into your shoulder, causing a shiver to wrack through your body.

“That was…that was really good,” he giggled in his deep voice. You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet. He moved away from your neck to look down at you and your blissed-out face. He swore he could stay like this forever, watching as the light from the sunset cast beautiful colors onto your skin, giving you a glow.

And then your eyes opened to meet him again, and something about the way you smiled at him made him realize that this was not just a one-time thing.

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yunhobug · 1 year

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Yeosang NSFW Alphabet

Yeosang x Gn!reader

w: Yeo is a hard dom, and I stand by that decision

Requested by @anyamaris

a/n: When i tell yall i was LOOSING IT while writing this one

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

aftercare for you is aftercare for him

he’s going to make sure you’re okay and clean you guys both up

but he loves to cuddle and have some pillow talk after everything has happened

maybe you guys will turn on a show and relax after in each others arms

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Loves his arms, yeosang has worked out a lot and worked hard on the body he has

he loves to lift you up and show off his work

on you he loves your hands, thinks they’re so cute, especially when you’re trying to hold onto something, your tight grip on him makes his head swirl

he also LOVES when you run your fingers across his biceps and shoulders

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes to cum on your chest and down your throat if you’ll let him

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to have outdoor sex so bad, wants to take you on a picnic date out in a pretty secluded meadow, or maybe the beach

There’s something that gets him going about seeing you so fucked out in such a pretty place

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s one of the less experienced members but he’s enthusiastic about you, your body, and sex

he knows a bit about his likes but he wants to explore more

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES DOGGY

like seriously loves the view he gets and how deep he can go

also loves spooning, especially during morning sex

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not super goofy but he can be lighthearted at times, he’s able to laugh off an accident or embarrassing moment when it happens

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

extremely clean shaven, he’s not bare but he keeps it pretty short

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I don’t think yeosang would need a ton of intimacy with his partner to have a sexual relationship

he could have sex without any romantic feelings

that being said if you want him to be more romantic he most definitely will, you’re his baby and what you say goes!

we will also go all out on anniversaries and birthdays

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

a few times a week, especially when you tease him with pictures at inappropriate times

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Yeo has a major strength kink, loves how easily he can lift you and manhandle you into any position he wants

Also has a really big thing for edging, he think it’s so hot to see you get so frustrated. When you’re shaking, crying, and begging him to let you cum

loves to degrade you, makes it so you want prove that you can do a good job just for him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Like i mentioned earlier he wants to fuck you outside so bad but he also has a thing for car sex

it may be cramped and uncomfortable but knowing anyone could look through the windows and see y’all turns him on to the nines

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He think you look super hot while you work, especially when you’re so concentrated

also generally gets super turned on while making out but that’s a given

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not a very big fan of choking, Yeo is typically pretty confident in bed but he gets nervous about putting his hand around your neck, would rather have you choke on his fingers or cock

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He fucking loves when you give him head, likes to sit down while you kneel in front of him and take his cock

always makes sure to wipe your tears and mock you for not being able to do it good enough

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

loves to be rough with you, but he goes pretty slow just to tease you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t really have an opinion on quickies, he won’t ever initiate them but if you do he won’t stop you at all

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s open to experimenting but he does it with caution

but he definitely likes to push boundaries

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1-2 rounds depending on the night, he’s more focused on you though

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

definitely prefers to do everything on his own but if you had any he wouldn’t ever get upset over that (toys are your friends not competition)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

loves to tease you, is constantly pushing your limits and throws tons of faux sympathy your way

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s pretty quiet, he gets a bit embarrassed at his own noises and likes to focus on pulling more sounds out of you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves to put you in front of a mirror, spreads your legs wide to make you watch how he works your body

“Watch with me baby, look how pretty you look while you cum from just my fingers” (AHHH)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s def one of the bigger Ateez members

Easily seven inches, and he fucking knows he’s big too

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

has a lower drive than some of the others, I would say 3 times a week minimum

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I mentioned in the letter “A” section he would prefer to stay up and talk for a bit

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hee0soo · 9 months

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ATEEZ Hyung-line reacting to you dancing to their songs...

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

Maknae Ver.

Kim Hongjoong

“Slow it down, make it bouncy! Jigeumbuteo fly! Nanana spicy, cheongjanggochu vibe!”

To say the captain was positively surprised at the little performance in your bedroom, getting ready to sleep in a minute while listening to your boyfriend’s newest release, was an understatement.

He loved you a lot but right now, the rapper was questioning his life choices as he watched you being silly. It was obvious to him that this was just for fun because he had taught you the dance himself and he knew that whatever this was, was not what you actually could do!

He was glad that you were having fun but he might have to talk to the company about never performing Bouncy ever again. To scared of breaking out in laughter on stage at the memory of this!

Especially when it came down to his very iconic part of pointing to your pelvis to show your mirror self how to do it!

“Okay STOP! Please my love, stop?!”

For someone who had wanted to make something else bounce before entering your apartment, he was blushing a whole lot right now…

Park Seonghwa

When Seonghwa came to visit you at your place the last thing he expected was to have to use the emergency key you had given him a while back because you were listening to some music. Loud! Very Loud!

And not just any music but to Guerrilla of all things?!

“Love?” he called out but got ultimately drowned out by the volume of your sound system.

Pulling the door shut behind him, the rapper and vocalist went to search for you.

He found you in your living room attempting the follow the choreo of the chorus with a damp cloth in your hand, most likely to wipe the dust away from your shelves.

Standing there, frozen, he didn´t know what to do first. Admire the way you managed to do most of the moves with ease or pull out his phone to record this for future blackmail material!

As the chorus came to an end, you turned around, ready to continue cleaning when you saw Seonghwa standing there. You flinched, rag flying away and hand on over your chest.

“Seonghwa!?”

“Do I need to be worried about you taking my spot in the group?”

Jeong Yunho

“You want to learn what now? Why Diamond? Why not any other song?”

“Because finally now, it´s your tiiime!” As soon as your words had left your mouth, you had to hide a snort from your boyfriend.

The glare you received from him was more amused than angry and you knew that you had already won this fight before it had even begun.

With a suffering but playful sigh, Yunho admitted defeated and began to push the coffee table in the dorms living room out of the way.

“Well than come on and get up!”

With these words he started the song, making San and Seonghwa come out of their respective room to check out why Sparkling was playing loudly through the dorm.

Kang Yeosang

You knew that the boys had a late practice today so instead of staying home on watching your favorite show for the tenth time, you bought some chicken, snack and drinks and went over to the KQ building.

“Hey y/n, don´t you want to show Sangie what I showed you last time?”

Flustered, you looked Wooyoung before turning back to Yeosang who was slowly chewing on his drum stick.

“Uhm I don´t know if I know it enough Young-ah…”

The boy ignored your answer got up and went over to the sound system to start Horizon. Yeosang was still confused as he watched you hesitantly walk into the middle of the practice room with Wooyoung joining you to help if necessary.

The longer he watched, the more amazed he became and when he came to his center part he looked like he had fallen in love all over again.

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beatteez · 10 months

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[15:05] - k.ys

강 여상

boyfriend!kangyeosang x afab!reader

genre: smut 18+ (smut under the cut)

warnings: name calling? (love, good girl), face riding, oral (f receiving)

you sat with your boyfriend and his friends one afternoon on the couch in their apartment. a movie playing and your hand inching up your boyfriends thigh. his arm around your shoulder tightens its grip as he leans in closer to you, his lips grazing your ear.

"stop messing around love"

the words causing heat to rush to your face. you tilt your head giving him a quick and subtle peck on the lips. "but yeo..i need you so bad" you pout up at him. he gives you a warning look, not wanting to deal with you at the moment.

"be a good girl and ill give you anything you want later" a smirk taking over his lips and he kisses your forehead softly. you instantly nod leaning your head on his shoulder, focusing on the tv.

soon the movie ends and you find yourself on yeosang's bed, your knees pushed up against your chest as yeosang laps at your pussy. his fingers fucking in and out of you as your hands grip onto his blonde hair. mumbles of 'yes's and please don't stop' fall from your lips.

his eyes look up and meet yours as he starts sucking on your clit, the lewd sight alone makes you feel like you're going to cum around his fingers any second. he swirls his tongue around your clit again, then gives it a harsh suck.

"fuck sangie.. gonna make me cum"

as soon as the words fell from your lips he pulls away. you're head comes up so fast you sit up straight. your face cursing him without the use of words.

he lays down next to you "come here" he sounds as if hes in a rush. he pulls your legs over his head and you slowly lower yourself down on his tongue and grind against it. you lean back placing your hands against his torso, your head falling back as you whimper his name repeatedly.

"you taste so fucking good" yeosang mumbles against your pussy. the vibrations pushing you over the edge. he sucks on your clit harshly wrapping his arms around your thighs so you cant get away.

you feel your release coming again and you move your hips faster against his tongue.

"cum for me" you heard him mumble. his deep tone combined with what he said was enough to push you over the edge your release dripping down the side of his face.

you feel him pull away groaning lowly.

"fuck y/n..im gonna ruin you tonight"

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yuyusuyu · 3 months

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the heavenly stars between us

pairing. astronaut! kang yeosang x astronaut! gender neutral! reader

synopsis. you can only hope to see him again in your dreams and hope for good news every time you wake up

genres/aus. space au, kind of? star crossed lovers, established relationship

warnings. none! reader is just very sad because they miss their lover, but there shouldn't be anything to be wary of. if there is, please let me know!

rating. sfw

wc. 3.4k

a/n. FIRST WORK OF THE YEAR 🙌🏼 the flow is a little odd (?) which i aimed for but the ending is a little rushed... yikes... also this was inspired by interstellar because thats my favorite movie and its so good and yea.

reblogs and comments are appreciated! it helps with not getting shadowbanned

YOU HUM QUIETLY, STIRRING THE LIQUID INSIDE OF YOUR MUG ABSENTMINDEDLY. your attention isn’t really on anything in particular; well, not like you’d really have anything to think about when there's nothing here. your eyes trail over to the coffin-like contraption that holds the co-leader of the expedition, choi jongho, through the security camera. you turn away from the screen just as small, repetitive thuds echo in the spacecraft, only growing louder as it comes closer. you don’t look up and instead look out the window, staring at the two closest planets that sit on opposite sides of your ship. you take a sip from your mug when a voice rings out.

“it’s nearing ten. you should head to sleep, captain l/n.”

“i’ve told you to just call me captain y/n or just by my name, TEEZ,” you mumble, your coffee leaving a dull ache in your throat. “and time doesn’t really matter when you’re in space, does it? i’ll head to sleep when i’m tired.” there’s no response from the rectangular robot, so you glance and find it next to you. “TEEZ…?”

“your psychological appointment is in a week, captain. however, as you are set to enter cryosleep before that, would you like to have it now?”

“...sure.” you sink into your seat and hold the edges of your blanket closer to you, lifting your legs and holding them close to your chest all the while your free hand cradles your mug.

“how are you feeling?”

you bite back a scoff, glance at the rectangular piece of metal next to you and look back out the window again, this time focusing on the planet that sits to the right of the ship, a couple of hours away. “well,” you swallow the lump in your throat and sigh, “i’ve been better. can’t say i’m bad, either. i’m just in the middle.”

“do you still have hope?”

hope.

do you… still have hope?

hope that… you’ll get to see your friends again? see him again?

“i, uh, don’t actually know.” the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth and tears prickle the corners of your eyes. still, you blink them away and let out a shaky breath. “i don’t know if i still have hope or if i should have any at all.”

the robot whirs. “well, i can’t say i understand you, captain. afterall, i’m just a robot.”

you snort, “thank you for pointing out the obvious, TEEZ.”

“you're welcome, captain l/n.” TEEZ moves to stay on your other side, inserting a sliver of itself into the controls. the ship turns around, the two planets no longer visible and the wormhole behind the ship coming into sight, the one that brought you all there.

the one that could take you back to your solar system.

“you know,” you hum with the mug pressed to your lips. “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed. he doesn’t really appreciate your sarcasm, remember?”

“captain kim isn’t on this spacecraft, captain.”

yes, captain kim hongjoong, the leader of the HALA expedition, isn’t on this spacecraft. in fact, he’s piloting one of the pods in the first planet, the one on the left, with doctors park seonghwa and jung wooyoung. in the second planet, the one on the right, captain kang yeosang pilots the pod and is accompanied by doctors jeong yunho, song mingi and choi san.

how long has it been since you last saw them? you wonder that quite often.

“the wait never gets easier for you, does it, captain?”

“no,” your voice is quiet, so quiet that you barely even heard yourself. “it doesn’t.”

“captain, my data suggests that you should enter cryosleep earlier in order to sleep away the pain. well, that is what my data suggests, but my data with dr hong’s psychology input suggests that you should start accepting the fact that you may never get to see the rest of the team again.”

you only hum, “i should, shouldn’t i? enter my cryochamber, that is.” you don’t think you could ever think that—never seeing them and him again. it’s something too heavy for your mind and heart to even accept.

“yes, captain. it is only reasonable for you to do so as dr choi is due to wake up in a few hours.”

“is he?”

“he is.”

your coffee is cold now, but you finish it regardless and stand up, heading over to your room. before you leave the control room, you stop, “wake me up when it’s time for jongho to wake up. i’d like to greet him. it would be nice… to see a familiar face after sleeping for so long, after all.”

“you’re the only familiar face on this ship, captain.”

your lips curl up into a smile, “i’ll have to get dr choi to change your humor settings, TEEZ.”

“you only jest, captain. have a good sleep.”

“thank you.”

“hi there,” you can hear a soft murmur next to you. you don’t think much of it and only stretch your hand out aimlessly. a chuckle follows and you feel a hand grab your own, fingers intertwining immediately. a thumb rubs over the expanse of your knuckles. “miss me?”

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose, the metal around it sending shivers down your spine. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you open your eyes, a pout resting on your face while you scrunch your nose in disgust. “that’s disgusting. of course i wouldn’t be in the same space as you while you go about your business, yeosang. but you know what i mean!”

“do i really know what you mean?” the amusement in his eyes has you huffing and turning away from him while he laughs loudly this time. his hand grabs onto your shoulder, turning your body so that’s your lying on your back. yeosang rubs his thumb under your eye, smiling. it wavers for a second, twitching almost.

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

yeosang sighs, his hands cupping your cheeks. he stares into your eyes, slowly blinking. “i’ll miss you.” his head dips down and he rests his forehead against yours. you can see his eyes shaking—no, you can feel him shake. “i’ll miss you, y/n.”

a voice rings out and calls your name. you don’t pay attention to it and focus on yeosang.

“captain y/n.”

you blink your eyes open, the image of yeosang slowly fading away until there’s nothing but emptiness in front of you. with your back flat against the small and stiff mattress, you stare up at the ceiling blankly, taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling.

“captain, dr choi is set to wake up in five minutes.”

“five minutes,” you repeat, “alright.” with that, you get out of bed and change into your uniform: a gray suit with black accents. it’s simple—you chuckle as you walk down the corridor and head into the cryosleep room, remembering how dr song complained about the uniform for cryosleeping was too plain and how dr choi told him to knock it off.

“did you remember something pleasant, captain?” TEEZ moves alongside you, stopping right in front of jongho’s cryochamber. the display pad shows his information in blue letters:

DR. CHOI JONGHO | CO-LEADER OF THE HALA EXPEDITION 2025 | PHYSICAL AGE: 31

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 JULY 2055 – 15 SEPTEMBER 2060

EXITING CRYOSLEEP IN 30 SECONDS

you crinkle your nose at the year.

it’s been so long already, and you remember it having been 2030 not too long ago. this is the time you currently have passed, but back on earth? you don’t even want to think about it. the cryochamber slowly opens up, frosty air coming out. TEEZ approaches the chamber, “welcome back, dr choi.”

jongho groans softly, his hand wrapping around the edge to support himself sitting up.

“it looks like you already need my help, doctor,” you tease, coming up and resting your hand against his back for additional support.

dr choi scoffs, “and it looks like you haven’t changed a single bit, captain,” he looks at with narrowed eyes, the scowl on his lips turning into a pretty smile, “how have you been, y/n?”

“meh,” you shrug, smiling back at him. “i could be better. how was your sleep, jongho?”

“meh,” he says, also shrugging. “it could have been better.”

you help jongho out of his cryochamber, wrapping his arm around your neck before slowly making it over to the lounge. you fill him on the way over there with what you saw and heard.

“so there’s still no news,” jongho sighs, thanking you as you help him into a chair. you nod in response and head over to the counter, opening the cupboards.

“absolutely nothing,” you mumble. “would you like something light to eat?”

“heavens yes,” he says, throwing his back. “i could kill for some food right now.”

“that’s not a very appropriate thing to say, dr choi,” comments TEEZ. the robot moves and sits next to you and away from the co-leader.

jongho deadpans, “TEEZ it’s possible for me to change your humor settings, correct?”

“that is correct, doctor.”

he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, narrowing his eyes at the robot. “you know,” he starts, “captain kim would have threatened to have your humor settings changed, TEEZ.”

you giggle just as TEEZ speaks. “captain y/l/n said the same thing.”

“well, that is to be expected,” jongho grins and waves his hand about, “we are childhood best friends. captain kang would have said the same as well. we are a trio, after all.”

you snort and agree, finishing up what you conjured for jongho to eat and handing it over to him. it’s silent, to say the least. besides the quiet hum from the HALA spacecraft, jongho doesn’t make a single sound as he devours what you’ve given to him. TEEZ remains by the table and you sit in front of jongho, your chin in the palm of your hand as your mind wanders off to your childhood days with him and yeosang.

“captain, it’s time for you to enter your cryochamber.” TEEZ moves towards jongho, two rods coming out from it, “would you like to send her off, dr choi?”

the look of surprise on jongho’s face would have normally made you laugh, but you really don’t have the spirit to do so. you’re so tired, your heart is pretty numb at this point. all you wish for is to sleep and hope that the next time you wake you’ll hear good news from jongho. for now, all you can do is offer him a smile. “i’m pretty tired after a whole year of being alone,” you tell him, “TEEZ and i think it would be best for me to go into cryosleep quickly.”

his eyes widened even more, “you were awake for a whole year?” jongho huffs upon your silence, “well… help me over there, TEEZ. it’s nice to go into a deep sleep with someone there.”

you feel bad for leaving jongho this quickly right as he’s come back when you’ve done a good job of at least staying there for an extra day or two before entering your chamber. but it’s so tiring, the constant reminder that it’s been more than twenty years since you last saw him and your friends. though you haven’t experienced the passage of time like TEEZ has, the knowledge of it hurts. it hurts a lot, and you know you should start losing hope that they’ll come back, that he’ll come back. you feel bad for leaving him, for wanting to be selfish and continue to hope.

“it’s fine.”

jongho helps you get situated into the chamber. he watches you shiver from the water as you settle onto your back, staring right back at him.

“you don’t have to feel bad… i know you miss everyone. maybe one a little bit more in particular.”

you chuckle, “shut up, jongho. you’re making it sound like i only care about one person.”

he rolls his eyes at you, “you kind of do.”

“TEEZ, i’d like to sleep now!” you laugh. it’s the first time in a while that you’ve laughed.

“roger that, captain.”

TEEZ puts in your sleep schedule, a loud beeeep resonating afterwards. the top begins to close; you see jongho wiggle his fingers at you, “sleep well, y/n,” is the last thing you hear when you close your eyes.

jongho stares at the information on the display pad:

Y/N L/N | CAPTAIN OF THE HALA SPACECRAFT | PHYSICAL AGE: 32

SLEEP SCHEDULE: 15 SEPTEMBER 2060 – 15 NOVEMBER 2065

“see you later, y/n.”

“why now?”

yeosang doesn’t turn to look at you, his gaze still focused on the setting sun and its colors reflected on the lake’s surface. you can see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find the words to tell you what he wants to say. “...we should live now,” he says, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on top of the fencing, “we lost our youth and i… i want to regain it. with you.”

you swivel around and look at the cabin, blinking once and then twice before answering. “we’re finishing our training in a week.”

“i know.”

“and you still want this? we’re the top candidates of their next space expedition, you know.”

“i still want this.” yeosang finally turns around to face you, slowly sliding his arms around you and pulling you against him in a hug. “i want a life with you. i only want to fly with you… just you. none of that matters to me much anymore. NASA, being a pilot: it doesn’t matter.”

you hum, “really?”

“yes… and they have hongjoong, don’t they? and more pilots… they’ll be fine without us.”

life with yeosang at the cabin was nice. you two learned how to plant and take care of crops, learned how to row a boat out into the lake and you learned how to swim after yeosang knocked over the boat on accident, learned how to care for a puppy. he learned to fall in love with little things of life, you learned to love the peace and quiet instead of the chaotic city life you were used to.

maybe that’s why living your married life out in the cabin felt like a dream to you. it was too perfect, too satisfactory that you often worried about things that would take it away from you. yeosang always reassured you that wouldn’t be the case.

but then kim hongjoong showed up with jongho, and that’s how you found yourselves back with the gang on a trip to saturn.

“no,” you grumble, “why would i miss you when i see you everyday, twenty-four seven? hm, yeosang?”

“okay, you do not see me twenty-four seven,” yeosang laughs quietly, tracing a finger over the bridge of your nose. “i don’t recall ever seeing you in the bathroom while i pee.”

you lift your hand, a finger tracing over his eyebrow while a frown pulls your lips downwards. “what are you thinking about, yeo? you look worried.”

“i’ll miss you,” you repeat, closing your eyes as you savor the warmth that radiates from him. “i shouldn’t have focused on piloting so much. maybe i could have gone with you to abos.”

planet abos is one of the two planets that are closest to the HALA spacecraft. it’s a planet that is pale blue and has a ring and multiple moons surrounding it. it’s the planet that yeosang and your friends yunho, san and mingi will go to. the other planet, nolla 66, is a white planet with no moon. your friends hongjoong, seonghwa and wooyoung will go to that planet while you and jongho stay on the spacecraft to receive the first set of data they’ll send out. you wanted to go with yeosang, but as a pilot you had to stay while the other two pilots took on the task of flying their pods over to their respective planet along with a robot. TEEZ would stay onboard while TANN and ATEZ would go with a team.

yeosang chuckles, “well, it’s too late to think about that now.” he trails off for a few seconds, “...stay sleeping for as long as possible.”

you don’t know how fast or how slow time flows on those two planets. the plan for you and jongho, as per the three robots’ suggestions, is to sleep for a long time. if there is no sign of communication from either team, TEEZ would wake you up and you would stay awake for a month. at the end of your month, you would wake up jongho and then go back to sleep for five years. jongho would stay awake for a month and then go back to sleep for five years until the next time you wake up, thus starting the sleep cycle.

you press a kiss to his cheek, mumbling, “i will.”

“captain l/n and captain kang, it’s time.”

yeosang instead falls on top of you, holding you as best as he can. “delay departure, TANN. delay it for a day.”

“captain kang—”

“delay it for a day,” he mumbles, “that’s an order from your captain. it won’t affect captain hongjoong’s departure, anyways.”

thuds can be heard, the sounding growing fainter the further TANN moves away from your room.

“yeosang, you have to go,” you chuckle as you card your fingers through his coal colored hair, “the faster the better.”

he pulls back, pressing his lips against yours quickly. “remember this,” he whispers, “even the heavens and the stars, absolutely nothing, will keep me away from you. i will come back because you are my air, the very reason why i live and will continue to live, you are my sun and star.”

one thing you hate about cryosleeping are the dreams. every time you enter deep sleep, all you ever do is dream about him. your dreams will always be about yeosang, and every time you wake up you have to remind yourself that he won’t be there.

so as the lid opens and the cold air rushes out, your conscience slowly reawakens and you tell yourself that yeosang won’t be there. you feel someone flick your forehead. you sigh as you come to your senses, groggily swatting the hand away. you’re surprised when their fingers wrap around your wrist. “hey, choi jongho,” you grumble, “you’re already picking a fight with me?”

a laugh.

the laugh has you opening your eyes quickly to stare up at the man you haven’t seen in a very long time.

yeosang beams down at you, still in his white suit. his hair is ruffled from taking off his helmet, and his cheeks are slightly flushed. when his twinkling eyes stare into yours, you choke up and start crying, holding onto his hand, the silver band of his ring shining in the light of the room.

“miss me much?”

you’re not sure how long you’ve slept for, but you know it must have been a year because your arms feel like jelly. yet, you push past the numbness and throw your arms around yeosang, crying more. he holds you like you’re made of glass: fragile and precious.

“i told you that i would come back to you no matter what.”

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starrysvn · 9 months

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for the hope of it all | kang yeosang

“back when we were still changing for the better, wanting was enough, for me it was enough. to live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you’d call and say “meet me behind the mall”. so much for summer love, saying “us”, cause you weren’t mine to lose.”

pairing: kang yeosang x gn!reader

genre: song fic (august by taylor swift); soulmate au

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst. a lil fluff. hurt/no comfort (in this part, sorry) (i promise it's not too bad!!)

networks: @cromernet 🫶🏻

author’s note: HAPPY SALT AIR AND THE RUST ON YOUR DOOR MONTH TO EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES this is my official contribution, i hope you’ll like it?? (thank you taylor for constantly generating brainrots). this was the result of a fever dream i had at 6am while trying to sleep after having just got home form the mäneskin concert. (i might add a third part, hehet, who knows?)

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Kang Yeosang was never yours, though it had never felt that way. How could it? He was the first kid who played with you in kindergarten, the first friend you ever made, the one who always sat behind you in class and beside you at lunch. Yeosang was your first thought in the morning and the last one at night. His quiet presence brought you solace even on your worst days and there was little to nothing that could separate you. It didn’t take much to see the love between you two – silent, steady, and always there. It all changed the day you turned eighteen, as for everyone else in your world, yet it never occurred to you that it would.

Yeosang waited with bated breath for the inked letters to show up on your wrist like they had a couple of days prior on his. He had not checked them in favor of waiting for you. The small playground was empty save for the two of you – five minutes away from midnight and devoid of yelling kids – absentmindedly swaying back and forth on the swings. You were filled with nervous anticipation and hope. You didn’t know for what yet, but it pervaded every single cell of your being and made your hands shake lightly. With a racing heart, you felt the prickly sensation of needles on your skin and waited for it to fade. Yeosang, with his big, brown eyes, asked if you should check. So, you stood, taking him by the hand. Once he was facing you, you both put your arms forward, barely breathing, slowly uncovering your wrists from the fabric of your sweaters.

The spell broke and your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach, racing there with a force foreign to you, as disappointment bloomed in your chest. Tentatively, you let your eyes roam to Yeosang’s skin, decorated with initials that weren’t yours. You couldn’t quite put a name to the sinking feeling that spread through you. You didn’t quite know why the hope that had kept you going had been crushed to smithereens.

“It’s not you,” Yeosang murmured, finally your eyes landed on his face. His glassy ones were transfixed on your wrists, and yet they looked light-years away from you.

“It’s not you, either,” it was hard to speak through the lump in your throat and you couldn’t even explain the reason why.

The silence of the playground felt suffocating now, and the muffled sounds of the city around you resembled the quiet chaos in your mind. Yeosang wasn’t your soulmate. The sentence echoed in your head and punctuated the cadence of your every heartbeat. It hurt, it hurt much more than you imagined.

“I don’t care.”

Your head snapped up, eyes meeting his, still swimming in tears but burning with a new determination.

“I don’t want anyone that’s not you.” He sounded almost like a little kid, his voice begging.

“Yeosang -” you gasped.

“Please, tell me you want me, too.”

In a heartbeat, you made your decision. Your head was nodding yes even before you could realize it was, and all of it made sense then. It was clear as day when his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close and keeping you hidden in his chest, when being surrounded by him felt like home.

You knew it at that moment, what your heart had always known, that you were in love with Kang Yeosang and it didn’t matter what fate held for you.

And so it started, the lies to your close friends and family, to yourselves. Deluding yourself into thinking this could be it, this could be your life together. That your time together wasn’t limited to the appearance of who your true love was supposed to be. But how could it not be Yeosang? And how could it not be you? When it felt like the very first moment he approached you in the sandbox at the playground – when you were both six and still blissfully unaware of the love and pain your future held – was the moment your fate was written. Inextricably his; him, inextricably yours.

It all felt off like the universe had colossally screwed up. But neither of you cared. Yeosang’s promises of love meant more to you than the letters inked on your wrist. It was alright to say “us” because you knew he was yours to lose. Or maybe he wasn’t. Perhaps you were just wasting time, stealing crumbs of him from who was supposed to be his half because, in your mind, you were. Spinning around on a carousel ride you knew exceptionally well had to come to an end, sooner or later. You hoped never.

Yeosang’s presence in your life became stolen kisses in his car, picking you up in the mornings and dropping you off at night. Hushed phone calls in the dead of night, dancing around in the living room to the sound of scratchy vinyl. Your love was his soft skin against yours, twisted in bedsheets. It was the wine you'd sip at night when all was quiet and all you could feel was him, his heartbeat, his earthly smell mixed with sunblock and sea. It started that one fateful summer and went on for another six. He was the salt on your skin – proof that your love existed, that your time with him was just as real as the waves that crashed into your feet as you walked along the beach. Yeosang lingered like the grains of sand that you found in your shoes or bag no matter how many times you shook it off; you knew he would forever, even after he’d be gone.

“What are you doing?” He laughed softly, slightly tickled by your fingers running over his back. Beneath the sun, in your own spot at the beach, you felt estranged from the world. From responsibilities, reality. If you had known this would’ve been one of the last moments with him for a long while, you would’ve worked harder to ingrain in your brain the image of his happy, confused smile and squinting eyes under the harsh sunlight. To engrave the melody of his laugh in your heart.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, and yet you kept on tracing your name on his smooth skin, over and over. It may not be on his wrist in bold black, but you hoped it’d stay in his heart. Yeosang still looked at you quizzically, that lost, soft smile still etched on his kissable lips.

You were in the kitchen setting up dinner when the doorbell rang. The hot summer air was finally making way for a cooler evening breeze, coming in from the window and allowing you to breathe easier. It was peaceful enough, it reminded you of your full heart. The very same one that skipped a beat upon opening the door to reveal a distraught Yeosang. He walked past you, air somber as if he’d seen a ghost, without answering your questions. As worry began to clutch your heart in its tight hold, you followed and watched as he slumped onto a chair at the kitchen table.

You were about to ask, when-

“I met them.”

All air was knocked out of your lungs, falling onto the chair in front of him. You knew what was going to happen now and you dreaded it with every molecule in your being.

“We spoke,” he started, refusing to meet your eyes. “The whole afternoon, actually. And I- I told them about you.”

So, this was it — the end of you.

“You know, it’s… it’s weird,” he sniffled, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours. “Meeting your soulmate, I mean. A good weird. It sort of feels like a piece falling into place.”

Honestly, you didn’t want to hear it. Despite knowing this day would come, despite living to see it happen, you wished he would just rip the bandaid off. You wished your head wasn’t spinning, your heart wasn’t being pulled into two different directions, torn apart by the desire to see him happy and wanting to keep being the one who made him so. You wished your stomach wasn’t twisted in painful, nauseous knots.

Not even noticing that he was now standing, pulling you up with him, you let him do so barely fighting back. One part of you wanted to hold him close and never let go, the other just wished he would be gone already.

“Yeosang, don’t.”

“Please, I-”

“No, I can’t,” you knew he was standing in front of you, but the tears in your eyes prevented you from seeing him clearly. And yet, you didn’t need to, not when in a second the space you’d put between your bodies was filled by his familiar warmth.

Yeosang didn’t say anything, just held you close. His hands were shaking when he reached for your face, but the gentleness of his touch was there like always as he held it. A sob almost tore through you when his forehead gently came to rest against yours. His lips were next, kissing you with all the desperation of someone saying goodbye forever. Hungry for one last chance, soft like the love you shared, unwilling to let go of it. You kissed him too, with just as much fervor, and for a moment unquantifiable by the means of time, it felt like everything was going to be alright. That this wasn’t goodbye. But as Yeosang pulled you closer, pressed against his body, and wrapped in his strong arms, reality stung you and forced you away.

His eyes were lost, searching for yours, for answers, still chasing you and everything you meant to him.

“We can’t,” you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut to push back your intentions, your will to pull him into you once more. He looked down, fighting tears, nodding.

“I wish it had been you,” his broken voice did nothing but cause unshed emotions to well up in your eyes.

“But you chose them, didn’t you?”

Yeosang nodded once, slowly, before speaking.

“Yeah.”

“Then we can’t, and you shouldn’t be here,” kissing me. You bit your tongue. “Go, Yeosang.”

But he didn’t move. The conflict was clear as day on his face, wanting to stay but being pushed to move. Knowing his heart was still in your hands and not truly ready to become someone else’s. Not until you let it go.

“One of these days,” you cleared your voice, trying to rid it of the shakiness residing in it. “One day these feelings will fade and we’ll be left with the same love we always shared. The one we had before.”

Before he said he wanted you, that he was in love with you. Before you both realized it was more than being inseparable friends, platonic soulmates. Before Yeosang bore his heart to you, and you yours to him. Before every moment spent together became a race against time before one of your soulmates showed up and forced your love into a goodbye. Before he’d have to learn how to love someone else, not like he had loved you, but just as much. Perhaps even more.

“How are you so sure?”

Yeosang was about to let go, just not yet. He didn’t want you to disappear from his life, not even for a second, despite knowing he had to.

“I’m not,” you shook your head. “I just have to believe it until it’s true, because destiny believes so.”

Silence descended onto the room like a heavy blanket, enveloping your embrace with its comfort. Ever so slowly, Yeosang unwinded himself from you. When your eyes met, all that you shared flashed before them. His presence in your life had been steadfast, yet his love had counted days. It came and went like a hot summer day; made you dizzy then left you dazed and lonely in the fresh evening air. Kang Yeosang was never yours and you were never his. Not in the way you fought for things to be. But he’d always be your best friend.

“When the time’s right, then,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. His downcast eyes, set on his thumb gently brushing the initials on your skin, were adorned by the constellation of tears on his lashes.

“I’ll see you then.”

Yeosang shot you a quick, wistful smile, squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead one last time before he was gone. Because he wasn’t yours to lose, not this way. But you knew you’d both move on from this, get back to what it was. In your heart of hearts, the certainty that he was destined to be in your life couldn’t be shaken. You’d love again, and him too. It had been enough to grow and change with him, to learn what love was. To live for the hope of it all, although you knew it was doomed from the start.

In the silence of your apartment, you let yourself sit back down on the abandoned chair, watching the orange sun getting ready to set, its golden light coming in and warming your heart. The pink clouds gave you a little hope and abated the hurt in your chest. Your eyes fell on your wrist and, for the first time, seeing the stark black letters didn’t feel like a sentence. Like looking at a ticking timer. You stared and stared, willing your eyes to take them in as if it were the first time you were seeing them. Because the truth was you hadn’t let yourself look at them for a moment too long and always averted your eyes as if the simple act of seeing them stung your heart. Now, you found it didn’t. Although it would take some time, and you hoped that by the time you’d meet them you’d be ready to let them in, you knew you wanted to love again.

Before standing up, you looked one last time. One day…

K.H.J.

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deja-vux · 9 months

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Dad!ATEEZ Introductions

Kim Hongjoong

Age: 36

Marital Status: Married, 10 years

Children(age/gender): Soojin-수진(6/F), Seyoon-세윤(2/M)

Nicknames for his kids: Soojin-Soo, Jinnie, Soojinnie, Soosoo, Princess Seyoon-Yoonie, Yoon, Yoonbear, Little Prince

Park Seonghwa

Age: 36

Marital Status: Married, 12 years

Children(age/gender): Minseok-민석(10/M), Misun-미순(9/F)

Nicknames for his kids: Minseok-Min, Minnie, Mini-Me Misun-Minnie, Sunny, Sunshine

Jeong Yunho

Age: 35

Marital Status: Married, 8 years

Children(age/gender):Hyoyeon-효연(8/F), Hwayoung-화영(5/F)

Nicknames for his kids: Hyoyeon- Hyo, Hyoyeonnie, Little Star Hwayoung-Wawa, Hwa, Nugget

Kang Yeosang

Age: 35

Marital Status: Married, 8 years

Children(age/gender): Eunbyul-은별(5/F), Eunjung-은정(1/F)

Nicknames for his kids: Eunbyul-Eunnie, Byul, Miracle Eunjung-Junnie, Jun, Bubs

Choi San

Age: 35

Marital Status: Engaged~Dating, 8 years

Children(age/gender): Yuri- 유리(9/F), Yoongi-윤기(8/M)

Nicknames for his kids: Yuri-Yuyu, Kitten Yoongi-Yoonie, Monkey

Song Mingi

Age: 35

Marital Status: Married, 8 years

Children(age/gender):Daewon-대원(10/M) & Chaewon-채원(10/F), Daeho-대호(4/M)

Nicknames for his kids: Daewon-Dae, Won, Thing 1 Chaewon-Chae, Wonnie, Thing 2 Daeho-Dae Dae, Thing 3

Jung Wooyoung

Age: 35

Marital Status: Married, 7 years

Children(age/gender): Youngjae-영재(3/M), Yejin-예진(3mo/F) & Yujin-유진(3mo/F)

Nicknames for his kids: Youngjae- Jae, JJ, Lil Boss Yejin-Yeji, Jinnie, Ducky Yujin-Yuji, Yuyu, Chicky

Choi Jongho

Age: 34

Marital Status: Married, 4 years

Children(age/gender): Minho-민호(10/M), Minjoon-민준(3/M)

Nicknames for his kids: Minho-Minnie, Min, Little Moon Minjoon-Min, Joonie, Joon, Ace

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sorryimananti-romantic · 1 year

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archer!yeosang x princess!reader

friends to lovers au

genre and warnings: fluff, angst, violence warning

word count: 18.6k

synopsis: you encounter archer yeosang not in the sports competition you had just sneaked out from, but in the forest where he saves you on your way to meet your 'boyfriend'- you're not sure what to call him. yeosang doesn't recognise you as the princess of this nation, however, you encounter him again as your replacement tutor and you become friends with him, sharing problems you face and sneaking out with him because you crave adventure. you find yourself falling for him because he makes you feel like no one else, and he finds himself falling for you but he thinks he's not worthy of you- even when you tell him again and again how brilliant he is. will he end up staying?

The air was filled with the cheers of the athletes, of the women wooing over the young participants, of the men howling in glee because they had waited the whole year for this day. The day where everyone- from the most royal to the peasants- gathered under the same sky, bathing under the same sun. The day where everyone had an equal chance of winning- if they were blessed with the right skills. The Athletics Championships- the annual sports event where people of every status, regardless of gender, participated.

There was no shame in admitting that everyone from the oldest to the youngest throughout Eden waited eagerly for this day. The athletes practised all days of the year, stayed fit so they could show off. After all, a position in the palace and a cash reward wasn’t the only prize they won that day. Even the most lacking of the athletes could win someone’s heart that day. Since there was still a majority of men participating in the competitions, the women still new to being allowed to participate, the women were usually watching the athletes with eagle eyes- not for their skill alone. And the men never failed to show off- most of them anyway.

You would have been one of those women too, but there were a number of things hindering that. Firstly, you were the Princess of Eden, seated right at the stage they’d had built for the royal family for the best view. That also meant the people could get the best view of you too, and you had to be cautious of where you let your eyes stray, of your reactions, which is why you opted to remain unfazed throughout the games, only clapping for the victors.

Secondly, you had a really, really bad headache from the way the Queen, your stepmother, had chewed off your brains so early in the morning. His son, your stepbrother and the Prince of Eden, seated on your left was the only reason you could mildly enjoy the event. His mother might be an ambitious, greedy witch who wanted her son crowned the heir instead of you, but his son was very much the opposite, having little to no interest in the position himself, only doing it for his mother (at least, that’s what he insisted) and opting to fool around. The Queen scoffed loudly when his son passed you a bowl of candies and you took two, hiding it in your sleeve. She passed a glare to the Prince who only pretended not to know what it was about, making you smile a little at his childish antics. He was still a kid at heart.

Last, but not least, you couldn’t wait to get out. Yes, the competition was mildly interesting (mildly only because this time’s female competitors were giving the men a hard time and you enjoyed that and hoped you’d see more of them next year) and you were comfortable, but you had a little… date with your… boyfriend?

You didn’t know what to call him. Yes, he was attractive, not bad to look at. He was a noble, and it made it easier for conversation to flow between you. He had a nice sense of humour (or maybe your scale of judgement had a very low base to start with). You two were friends, but at the same time, not really. And you two were dating, but not really. Currently, you were still figuring out why you were risking so much meeting a man in secret- the one you weren’t even sure about- yet. You hoped to be sure, though, soon. You just had to meet him a few more times, stop testing the waters and take a little dive, and see if he was someone you really liked.

You chewed loudly on the candy, earning some groans from the Queen. You glanced at her right where your father, the King, was sitting almost at the edge of the seat, looking as if he wanted to join the spectators instead since they could see the current game of fencing better from down there. You pretended to cough and your lady-in-waiting, Siyeon, took the signal and came forward, asking you if you felt alright.

“I just have a bad headache, is all,” you sighed loudly, making the Queen look at you two interact.

“Goodness, you look pale, this won’t do,” Siyeon shook her head. “You should let me accompany you back for a while. A cup of tea or maybe some soup would do you good.”

“You can bring that here,” the Queen shifted in her seat. “We should maintain our attendance.”

“It would only take a few minutes, Your Majesty,” Siyeon insisted, bowing respectfully, and before the Queen could scold her, you got up.

“She’s right- I don’t want to create a scene here if I faint. I’m sure you wouldn’t like that, Your Majesty,” you smiled sweetly but the Queen could see right through you and she only rolled her eyes.

“You better be back before the hour is over.”

“You got it,” you winked at her, satisfied at the gasp that left her, grinning to yourself as you followed Siyeon. Once you were out of earshot, you slapped Soyeon playfully on the arm. “Nice work back there.”

“You’re going to get me executed, Your Highness, I haven’t even had the joy of marriage yet,” Siyeon grumbled, straightening her midnight blue gown, the uniform. “Please don’t take too long- I don’t want to go after you. In fact, going in the woods is a very, very bad idea- you’ll get lost, and I’ll get fired and executed for being lazy-”

“I’m glad you’re selfish,” you laughed. “I’ll find my way, don’t worry. Mingyu will be waiting, and he’ll make sure I get back safe. Just stay in my room and cover for me while I’m gone, will you?”

“I hope after all this trouble you go for this man, he treats you well,” Siyeon said and your smile didn’t meet your eyes. You entered an empty room outside your chamber, removing the outer layers of your clothes, the gown that indicated you were royalty, leaving you in normal clothes. You handed your tiara to Siyeon as well and she gave you the signal- no one would look at you twice today, at least. Not when you would be passing by as a noble woman, nothing more.

It was exciting, you had to admit. The thrill of sneaking out to meet someone- it would never get old. The way people met your eyes but didn’t look twice- it was refreshing, since all your life whenever someone dared look at you, it was either with wonder or fear. Mingyu, however, was different. He looked at you as if he was amused to find you to be the potential heir of the crown, and you couldn’t resist asking him what was so funny the next time you met him accidentally in the streets.

“I just think you’re too lovely to be wearing the heavy and dirty burden of the crown.”

“What makes you think I can’t handle it?” You had challenged, and he had laughed at that.

“I never said you can’t handle it.”

You had smiled at that, and he had treated you to some ice cream, and you had found his company entertaining. You didn’t realise how you started encountering him more- in the palace when he came to meet a friend- which was an excuse to see you, or in the streets whenever you went out- having known from his acquaintances in the palace, but somehow, you didn’t mind him popping out of nowhere. He looked at you differently, and it got you.

You smiled at the thought as you navigated through the woods, the daylight a relief, trying to recall what Mingyu had said the last time he had come to the palace and sneaked into your room for a very short, dangerous moment to kiss your cheek and tell you to meet him in the woods near where the stream parted, when the fencing matches would start. You strained your ears to detect any signs of a stream but it seemed like you were still far.

What you last expected was for two young men to spot you and grin at each other as they made their way to you, even when you had ignored them. They looked like they were athletes participating in the competition as well, since they wore the uniform. Perhaps they had come here as they waited for their turn, or perhaps they were done- it didn’t matter. It was your fault for thinking you could go alone in the woods on your own.

“And what’s a pretty little thing doing all alone? Lost?”

It was your fault. You rolled your eyes. “Making my way home- my brother’s picking me halfway. Have a nice day, gentlemen.”

You tried walking past them but they stepped in front of you. “We could drop you there- the halfway point.”

“There’s no need,” you insisted, this time pushing between the two and walking past, trying to ignore the way they laughed.

“Why don’t you stop and have some fun with us? Won’t do you no harm.”

You should have turned and slapped them or punched them- you could do that. You had the training. But you did the most stupid thing you could have done. You ran- and that made them chase you as well. You couldn’t think straight- this was all so new, so you did the next best thing. You screamed for help, once, twice, before deciding the birds that were listening weren’t going to be much help.

But what you didn’t expect was the familiar sound of an arrow whooshing in the air and you only had a second to make a quick jump as you ran, the arrow lodging in the arm of the one who had been right behind you, making him stop and scream as he clutched at the arm. You turned back, trying to figure out the source, but you saw nothing. The second man who had been looking after his friend lunged for you but he, too, got shot by an arrow in the leg. You started running again, fearing you were next, finally hearing the damned stream and making the way there, hiding behind a rock.

You watched the men struggling to run for their lives away from the stream and you sighed in relief, your breath catching when you finally spotted the person you definitely owed now- a young man with the most beautifully sculpted face you had ever seen, his physique radiating strength especially when he drew back another aimed arrow and put his bow down. You didn’t realise you were watching him shamelessly until he turned his full attention to you, flipping his hair back, and you immediately hid back behind the rock, praying to the heavens above that there was a small chance he hadn’t really seen you (even if you knew he had) or he would just call it a day and go back to wherever he came from-

“I saw you, you know.”

It was unfair, how even his voice had the strength to call your full attention- deep and rich, making you feel like it reverberated through your brain for a moment. You took a deep sigh- you had other problems to worry about, such as the fact that you were the Princess of Eden and this is the last place and situation you should be in.

“You do look awfully familiar, I have to say,” the man jumped in front of you and you put a hand on your heart- no living man had ever dared to pull such a stunt- not even Mingyu, yet. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“I’m- I’m okay,” you managed to say, finally meeting eyes with him, finding them a rich brown. “Thank you for saving me back there.”

“No problem,” he looked down as he brushed his clothes. “But you shouldn’t have been out here all alone- not today of all days.”

“I was meeting someone here,” you explained but he shook his head, handing you his flask of what you presumed had to be water- he must have noticed how you were still out of breath. You took a swig, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.

“That someone must either live under a rock or must be stupid enough to call a girl here,” he frowned. “Men fool around here especially at events like these.”

“And why are you here?” You raised a brow, making him raise a brow at your sudden shift of tone. You were back to normal. “With an aim like that, you should be participating.”

He pursed his lips as he smiled. “I’ve got better things to do.”

“Like saving damsels in distress?” You scoffed, finally moving from the rock and going to sit by the stream, washing your hands in the cool water, wondering if Mingyu really was waiting. “Can you tell me where this stream parts into two?”

“Is that where you’re meeting whoever?” He asked, sitting a respectable distance beside you.

“None of your business, but yes,” you sat cross-legged, retying your hair. It looked like he really didn’t recognise you and that was good. “So?”

“Just a few feet down the stream,” he pointed at your right. “Shouldn’t you go back though?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, your shoulders slumping. “Can I just say he’s an asshole for asking me to meet there? He should have come to meet me! Why am I even making the effort?”

“Tell me more,” he turned his full attention towards you, resting his face in his hands, really eager as he waited. You glared at him but you needed to blow off the steam- the adrenaline from that experience was still there, and as someone who rarely encountered such incidents, you were finding that rambling was your coping mechanism.

“Yes, I’m meeting a guy. Here. Down the stream, actually. I’m not even meeting him anymore, he can go to hell. I don’t know why he thought I could even make it there or pass undetected. He really tests my patience sometimes.”

“And who is he? Your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” You shrugged and he gasped.

“You don’t know? Interesting.”

“No, what are you doing here?” You scanned him. “Hunting? You do know hunting is banned in this part of the woods, right?”

“I prefer the term ‘practising’,” he straightened a bit.

“Do you usually practise shooting on living breathing humans? Because if you do, we have a serious problem here-”

“Of course not,” he laughed a bit and you finally cracked a smile. “You really should go back- it’s going to get dark soon.”

“My time is up anyway,” you muttered as you got up, brushing your clothes and looking around. You had no idea which direction to go after running earlier. You asked him where the event was being held, making a story of how you sneaked here and your friends must be waiting. The way he looked at you made you wonder if he bought that story- he probably didn’t. He offered to drop you at the outskirts of the town and you agreed.

“I’m really curious though- why are you not participating? You’ve got a killer aim.”

He side-eyed you and you smirked. Groaning, he said, “I just don’t like being the centre of attention- not like that.”

You made an impressed face- you wished you had the luxury of deciding that for yourself too. “Well, I hope you’re doing something good or worthwhile with your skill. Wouldn’t want to put it to waste, would we?”

“I have better things to do-”

“You always do,” you interrupted and he smiled at that.

“I just mean… I’m actually a strategist in one of the royal legions,” he admitted and you wowed at that- he was quite young. You thought strategists were always old or experienced people- at least from what you had seen. “So really, I do have better things to do.”

“Suit yourself,” you bowed in thanks when you spotted the hustle bustle of the town, the sound of the drums in the event not far. “Thank you for accompanying me.”

“Be careful,” he simply said, turning before you could ask his name. You would probably never see him again. You sighed deeply before making your way back to your chamber where Siyeon was already waiting, scolding you for taking so long. You didn’t tell her that you didn’t meet Mingyu, nor did you tell her about the person you had spent the hour with. However, he was all you thought about for the remaining part of the event, seated back as a royal.

What different worlds you two belonged in. It was both thrilling and a little sad.

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“Good morning, Your Majesty,” you bowed deeply to your father, the King, before sitting down in front of him in his room. He watched you with mild amusement and you raised a brow in question, wondering what was going on in his mind.

“Good morning to you too, I suppose,” he was taking quick puffs of his cigar. “Though I’m not quite sure it will be good by the time you leave this room.”

“Ah,” you scoffed, dropping all formalities since it was only father and daughter in the room- not king and princess. “Mother dearest must be on her way here.”

“With Chan,” he referred to his son, your stepbrother.

“Isn’t that good?” You were smirking and your father practically glared at you.

“I don’t know why she thinks you are plotting something against Channie when you two are always partners in crime,” he shook his head, pinching his nose bridge. “If anything, with the relation you two have, you should be able to rule side by side, but-”

“But there can be only one ruler on the throne, for the peace of this nation,” the Queen entered, Chan right behind her who threw a wink in your direction.

“For the peace of this nation, I never should have married you,” your father joked and the Queen rolled her eyes. “And then we wouldn’t be dealing with this… mess.”

“We’re a mess?” Chan put a hurt hand on his chest as he bowed and sat down beside you. “I bet your father thought so too, about you-”

“Chan-” his mother warned but you could barely contain your giggle and that made your father laugh too, making the woman shake her head in annoyance.

“Anyways, back to business,” the King straightened and so did all of you. “The governors are all demanding a quick decision about who is going to be accompanying me when we go to the West. They think it would make a statement about the heir if I choose only one of you, so I’m suggesting you both join me.”

“Nonsense,” the Queen started. “Why would you take the Princess in a place where there will only be men? Just take Chan.”

“It’s not like there won’t be any women there,” your father began but you shook your head at him, asking him to not bother explaining himself. “Besides, she is older than Chan. He could learn from her.”

“If you insist, I’ll accompany you, but I think Chan should come with us too,” you looked at the Queen who narrowed her eyes as if you were cooking up a scheme. “I’ll feel more comfortable, and he should really start involving himself more in the court matters.”

“I don’t want to inherit the throne though,” Chan muttered, only for your ears. While the King and the Queen argued, you turned to him.

“It doesn’t matter if you want to or not; you should still know how the court, how the palace works. That’s your duty, okay?”

“Okay,” he shrugged, “I know you’re only making me tag alone so you won’t be bored.”

“Duh,” you smiled and he grinned at you.

The King asked to be left alone after you two watched them argue senselessly for a few more minutes. As you exited the room, Chan scurried off before his mother could rant to him, which left you as her target.

“You,” she sneered. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re going to make a fool of my Chan and win your father’s favour.”

“In case you forgot,” you folded your arms, not bothering to be courteous when she always assumed the worst of you. “Chan despises the throne, and it’s not my favourite job either. We all know father only favours me because Chan hasn’t shown much interest.”

“That’s not true. He thinks you’re interested, and you’re older- that’s the excuse he always gives. Does he not realise you won’t make a good ruler?”

“And would you?” You challenged her, taking a step towards her, making her glare at you. “Aren’t you only pushing for Chan because you want to use him as a puppet while you run the palace?”

You didn’t wait for her response but got the satisfaction of her gaping at you. Siyeon, who was watching all of this from a distance, shook her head at the Queen and passed you a smirk as she fell in step with you, reciting your schedule.

“Before you go to your room… there’s someone waiting for you in the guest chambers.”

You raised a brow and she nodded. You let her accompany you- it had to be Mingyu, and you were still a bit pissed at him. Siyeon made sure no one had followed you before letting you in, waiting outside.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s honey voice was laced with amusement and you got the sudden urge to accompany him to the palace prison.

“I can’t believe you asked me to meet you in the forest, Mingyu,” you were angry and he was finding that funny, which was annoying you further. “As you suspected, I almost got lost and made my way back before someone would think my head was a nice place to land their weapon.”

Mingyu laughed at that, running a hand through his dark hair. “I waited for you, you know.”

“You shouldn’t have. Let’s not meet anymore,” you announced, about to turn back but Mingyu grabbed your wrist, turning you around and into him, putting a hand beneath your chin and lifting it up to make you face him.

“Did I ever tell you you’re cute when angry?”

“You don’t need to,” you scoffed but he had you- you were smiling now. “I know so.”

“Hmm, I like this confidence,” he tucked your hair back and kissed your cheek, making your hand go to the back of his neck, resting at the nape. “You know what else I like?”

“We don’t have much time, so shut up and kiss me,” you muttered and immediately, you two were tangling yourselves in each other as you kissed, fiercely and desperate, being chased by time.

It was always like this with him. A few moments, stolen kisses, no promises of the future. No prying into each other’s personal lives. Just two people who got attracted to each other by chance, and decided to test the waters- you were sure he had better reasons for why he decided to play with fire, but you?

Your cheeks would flame whenever you would think about it. You weren’t sure how much you liked Mingyu yet, but you did like him. He was smart, and comfortable to be with. As a Princess, you didn’t have the luxury to explore much, so being with Mingyu sometimes made you feel like you were in the clouds. He would listen to you if you had some steam to blow off, and he would kiss your worries away. So simply put, you were lonely, and he wasn’t bad to be with.

What Mingyu was expecting out of this, you didn’t know, and you didn’t want to know yet. He was a part of the court, though, and that was the only thing about him that set you off. People were always greedy for something. And you wished Mingyu was greedy for the right things- like you were. Greedy for love and acceptance.

“Where are you?” Mingyu paused to look at you, caressing your cheeks. “You’re lost somewhere, aren’t you? Is something the matter?”

“Nothing,” you smiled weakly. “Just the usual. Have you been well?”

“I have,” he kissed your forehead. “I’ll be coming officially soon- maybe we could spend time together then.”

“I’ll see,” you assured him, pecking his lips. “I have to go now.”

Mingyu nodded, scanning your face with a smile on his face before he kissed you again and then let you go. You left first, spotting Siyeon who looked like she was going to have a stroke.

“What took you so long, Princess?” She huffed. “My heart stopped like ten times whenever someone passed by and spotted me.”

“You’re too dramatic,” you laughed at her, letting her accompany you to one of the scholar’s offices, where you were getting trained in strategy. You made sure you yawned wide and good as soon as you entered, and the old man shook his head at you.

“This doesn’t work on me,” he let you know.

“I’m feeling sleepy because it’s you who’s tutoring me, Professor Seo,” you teased, joining him at the desk. “So? Let’s start.”

The day passed like any of the other days. Professor Seo told you to meet him in the library when you would be free from your duties in the evening, and though he was an old man and a boomer, if you were honest, you respected him as your teacher a lot. He had honed you into who you were. You owed him much more than that.

However, the last thing you were expecting was to see another presence with him, one that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

“This is Kang Yeosang, one of my friend’s son, a strategist in the royal legion in the North,” your tutor introduced him and the man first bowed to you, but as soon as he raised his head to look at you, he frowned.

And you frowned.

And then it clicked.

“Uh, nice to meet you,” you glared at him a bit as you shook his hand, silently asking him to keep his mouth shut. However, he was thoroughly amused.

“The pleasure’s mine… Your Highness,” he almost mocked and you two took a seat, your teacher looking between you two.

“Have you both met before?”

“Not at all-” “Never-”

“Alright, I get it,” the old man sighed. “Your Highness, I have an urgent matter to attend to in the North. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you in your lessons, which is why I arranged for a replacement.”

You made an impressed face. “He’s… quite young for your replacement, I must say.”

The two of them laughed at that. “He’s the best I could offer. He’s a… prodigy, if you will. And if you like him better than me, maybe I can finally retire.”

“I got used to you, so I don’t know about that,” you fiddled with the hourglass on the table as you thought. “Is everything okay in the North?”

The old man looked at Yeosang and he cleared his throat. “There’s some conflict at the border, which he must inspect. I may be a prodigy but I’m not more experienced than him, which is why he suggested that we shift.”

“I understand, and I hope you return back well and healthy,” you smiled at your teacher and he relaxed visibly, making you roll your eyes. “It’s not like I was going to, I don’t know, throw a tantrum about you going. In fact…” you looked at Yeosang, “I think I’ll enjoy his company more.”

“No funny business, you hear me?” He pointed at you two and Yeosang raised his hands in surrender. “She’s quite difficult to handle, but hear me, Princess. He’s here for a reason. He’ll tame you.”

Yeosang coughed at that and you shot him another glare- he was making it too obvious now. Thankfully, the old man got up and told you both to acquaint yourselves, leaving you two alone in the library, both of you mirroring each other’s posture and expressions- folded arms and sceptic looks.

“So, Princess,” he started. “I believe this is the first time we’re officially meeting.”

“Officially, yes,” you nodded- no point pretending that time in the forest three days ago didn’t happen. “Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, roasting some squirrels in the forest or shooting strangers?”

“And shouldn’t you be on the way to meet a certain someone-”

“Not one more word about it, not here, you hear me?” You were almost whispering, to his amusement. “The palace has ears everywhere.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about anything,” Yeosang adjusted the collar of his shirt as he spoke. “We’re meeting for the first time. It seems like I’ll be your replacement tutor for a while, so I expect you to match my pace. Let’s be punctual in the mornings, shall we?”

“Of course,” you almost scoffed. “I’m guessing my dear old Professor must have complained.”

“Not really,” Yeosang leaned in, as if sharing a secret. “I figured you’re that type of a person.”

“Really?” You leaned in as well, more surprised to see him not backing off like others would. “What made you think so?”

“What do you think?” He almost laughed, getting up. “It’s getting late so let’s continue this tomorrow.”

—-----------------

“I can’t believe you asked me to be punctual and all when you’re late yourself and you’re trying your best not to doze off.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep last night- Professor Seo took me out for drinks to introduce me to his friends here and you know how it gets…” Yeosang faltered when he saw your annoyed face. He smirked. “Are you the type that’s a teacher’s pet? Because you seem overly eager to be tutored-”

“I’m not,” you groaned, sighing deeply. “But you yawning widely when I’m reciting what I’ve learned so far really was the last straw.”

“I was only yawning, doesn’t mean I wasn’t listening,” he raised a brow and you glared at him.

“Did you hear the part about how I have to go to the East with the King?”

“You have to go to the West,” he smirked and you grinned. “See? I was listening.”

“I can’t concentrate if you look so sleepy, though,” you pouted. “It will make me sleepy too.”

“Then let’s just ditch all this,” Yeosang practically threw the register on the table to your left. “And take a little nap.”

“I ought to tell Professor Seo-” you were about to get up but Yeosang laughed, holding your sleeve and pulling you down and you raised a brow.

“What?” Yeosang scoffed. “Don’t expect me to apologise or something. You still owe me for saving your life back there.”

You were the Princess of Eden, possible future Queen of an entire nation. But this individual seemed to not care about your status or the fact that you could end his career or life with a mere command alone. Perhaps because he had seen you as a damsel in distress, or perhaps because he was just like this. Peculiar. Interesting, even.

You rested your face in your hand, elbow on the table, as you stared at him. “I thought I told you to forget about that. It never happened. Nothing. Erase it from history.”

“I wasn’t aware the Princess of Eden had such secrets,” he mirrored your position. “And I wasn’t aware she was someone who took favours for granted.”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Pay you in gold? I can do that if you’d like.”

“I’m not interested in that, sadly,” Yeosang sighed as if it really was such a shame that he wasn’t. “I’m a rather humble person, which is why I only ask that we do not pretend that it never happened. I have an unfortunate habit of teasing, and if you can put up with it, that would be enough.”

“You’re an interesting person, Kang Yeosang,” you said and he smiled cheekily. “And your methods of teaching are also unconventional.”

“This is my first time tutoring someone,” Yeosang admitted and you were surprised at that. “So you can expect that. I think strategy is better learned from practical examples than by theory. And you don’t have to stick to battle. In your position, if you’re not strategic with every step you take, people will take the chance to pound at you from all directions.”

You considered that for a moment. “Did Professor Seo tell you something?”

“What he told me was enough,” he admitted and you relaxed- if he was someone Professor Seo trusted, that meant you could trust him as well. After all, the Professor was more a father than your own. “I still have to ask one question, if you would be so kind as to answer.”

“Go ahead,” you urged him.

“Why are you not interested in the throne, apart from the obvious reasons?” Yeosang leaned in, pushing back his dark hair. “You seem to have a rebellious streak within you, and I’m not sure why you’re not attracted to that offer- you could break the norms in Eden by being the first true Queen of Eden.”

“I know how big that sounds,” you sighed. “I’d be setting an example for all the females ahead- that there doesn’t necessarily have to be a Prince who rules the throne, but a Princess too. All these years in Eden’s history, if the eldest was a daughter, she would be considered negligible.”

“That’s right,” Yeosang nodded. “And Prince Chan isn’t too interested in the throne either. Everything seems perfect, yet…”

“Yet,” you almost smiled. “Do I really have to? I mean, I could. I’m ready, even, it’s what I’ve been trained for my whole life. Besides, my father, the King, would like me as his heir too. But as a person… I think I’m not good enough for that job. I have a few threats on my head if I am appointed the heir too, so I can’t jump on that chance without taking care of that matter- unless I’m okay with getting murdered which frankly, I’m not because I haven’t even lived yet-”

There it was. Yeosang’s knowing smirk- and your rambling mouth that was your besetting sin. Yeosang cocked his head. “You want to live a little, don’t you? Before you inevitably become bound forever? Is that why you’re risking so much meeting strangers in the forest?”

“First of all, you have no right,” you sneered but when he didn’t so much as twitch, you slumped back. “But yes. I guess so. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t want to stop, yet. And anyways, our time is over,” you pointed at the clock. “Let’s continue this later, I have places to be.”

“Of course,” Yeosang nodded, resting his head on the table. “I’ll be taking a little nap here. You can go, Your Highness.”

You got up and stared at him, making him open one eye. “What?”

“I hope you won’t be rambling off whatever I said when you go to one of your drinks or something,” you muttered.

“I’m not the one with the big mouth here, Your Highness- ow!” He rubbed his head when you not-so-gracefully threw your pen at him. You left, laughing loudly to annoy him but you could feel him smiling even though you couldn’t see him.

You didn’t know what it was about him that made the flow of conversation easier, that made you ramble without a second thought, that made you answer his very personal questions even when you hadn’t allowed this luxury to Mingyu, but… he really was an interesting person. You were having the sudden urge to ditch your next lessons and talk to him more, get to know him and judge him, see if he could be of more help, but you reminded yourself this was only your second (or third) meeting and you should take it slow.

You shouldn’t make the same mistake you did with Mingyu.

Again, you found yourself pausing- whatever you had with Mingyu was a mistake, and this was the first time you admitted it to yourself. But… not all mistakes would bring bad consequences, right?

—------------------------

A few days later, Yeosang and you decided to take a walk around town- another one of his unconventional teaching methods. You were to dress as a noble lady, not the Princess, and learn the art of blending in.

You were also finding him wiser than you had initially thought. You two were crossing the road that led to the middle of the town from the palace when he explained the purpose of today’s lesson. “Strategy for you, Princess, is the art of disguising. When you are in the middle of planning an actual strategy for let’s say, a situation at the border or potential battle threat, or even civil war, would you trust everyone who’s in the same room with you as you plan?”

“I suppose not,” you nodded, adjusting your hanbok, walking comfortably for now due to the lack of the passersby. “As a Princess, I can trust no one. Not even family.”

“Exactly,” Yeosang clapped once. “You are capable of making several layouts in your head for any plan, I’m assuming?” When you nodded, he continued. “Real strategy lies in letting those people hear what they want to hear but doing what you want to. Please them but use them.”

“Ah,” you smirked to yourself. “I’m good at that.”

Yeosang gave you a doubtful look. “So, to make it seem legit, what will you do? You will need to blend in- not just in appearance, but in emotions, in their feelings. Now, we’ve almost reached town. I’ll let you lead and give you my judgement on our way back. We’re shopping in the marketplace first, and then we’re having lunch in public.”

“I wonder who allowed you to take me without guards-”

“I am the guard, in case you forgot,” Yeosang proudly pulled at his clothes and you scoffed. “I’m an excellent archer. Need I remind you how I-”

“I don’t see your bow and arrow today, though,” you pointed out. Yeosang paused as he looked at you.

“What makes you think my aim with daggers would be any weaker?”

“Wow,” you were actually amazed this time. “Maybe I should have paid attention when they were teaching self defence.”

“It’s never too late,” Yeosang resumed walking, urging you with a casual hand on your back. “Everyone should know the basics so they don’t encounter a situation like you did in the forest.”

“You’re never going to let me live that one down, are you?” You asked, tensing when you saw a couple looking in your direction and scoffing. Yeosang smiled to himself, not pausing, his hand keeping you walking as well. “Why did they laugh at us?”

“Why do you think? Now stop looking like you’re about to commit a murder and blend in.”

“But I am-” you shut up when you two took the final turn that led to the marketplace and this time, Yeosang let you take a deep breath as you took in the scene.

There were people of all ages in the market- from old people who couldn’t even walk properly to kids running around, a group of them circling around you as they chased each other, making you almost yelp. Instinctively, you tried hiding behind Yeosang but he shook his head- this was your mission, after all. Blend in. the question remained- would people recognise you? Would they look at you twice?

“You have to stop at at least three shops and buy three things of different categories. So let’s start,” Yeosang said as he smirked. You glared at him before holding your head high as you walked.

“Do you think you should walk so arrogantly?” Yeosang leaned in to whisper in your ear and you swatted him away, thoroughly annoyed.

“You think I can’t blend in? Fine- I’ll show you how good I am at it,” you said and didn’t bother waiting for Yeosang as you marched to the stall selling some candy.

“What’s this called?” You asked the shopkeeper and both him and Yeosang snorted.

“It seems like she’s not from around here,” the shopkeeper smiled at Yeosang. “It’s called marshmallows.”

“Yeah, I’m not from around here, so I wouldn’t know,” you smirked at Yeosang and he raised a brow at how you had managed to twist the situation in your favour. “Is it a local delicacy? I haven’t seen it in the West.”

“Ah, yes, you wouldn’t see it in the West, I suppose,” the shopkeeper folded his arms. “Which ones shall I pack? They all taste the same so choose your colours- and add some flavoured jelly with it.”

“Hmm, let me see,” you took in the variety of the pastel marshmallows. “A few of each would be nice.”

The shopkeeper packed it for you with sticks for both of you and Yeosang paid for it. You were smiling cheekily at him as you waited for him and he scoffed when he saw you. “The day is not over yet.”

Yeosang wasn’t very surprised when you managed to shop for a few trinkets, a calligraphy brush and even a neck scarf. He had already judged you to be quick at adapting. You didn’t attract much attention at all, and he found you relaxing more and more as the day passed. Lunch was normal as well, choosing an outdoor dining as you ate noodles. However, the real test would be when someone would recognise her.

And he was going to make sure someone did. While you were busy admiring roses at a flower shop, Yeosang called a group of kids over and whispered what they needed to do, handing them some coins. The kids disappeared, unnoticed by you. However, as you turned, the kids (excellent actors, Yeosang laughed to himself) halted when they spotted you.

And you halted as well, frowning. Had the kids recognised you or what?

“Are you the princess?” One of the girls asked and you let out a nervous laugh, peeking at Yeosang who was currently too interested in his fingernails.

“I told you, she is,” a boy elbowed her. “I saw her at the Athletics Championship.”

“You’re lying,” another girl argued. “Why is she not wearing her princess outfit?”

You snorted at that and the kids looked at you. “What? Do you think the Princess even sleeps wearing a fancy gown?”

“She doesn’t?” the first girl frowned.

As the kids bickered among themselves, you turned to Yeosang. “I thought you could do better.”

“What?” Yeosang pretended to feign ignorance and you rolled your eyes. You were about to tell the kids to scoot off, but a woman came rushing towards the kids, scolding them for straying too far. You watched them, forgetting everything else for a moment until the woman looked at you and gasped.

“Your Highness!” She bowed deeply, and the kids burst into an excited fit that panicked you and you looked at Yeosang who was equally surprised. So this wasn’t planned…

“Your Highness?” A man who had been passing by also followed the woman’s suit and you groaned.

“Please, rise,” you commanded and they did, and you looked around, grateful for the lack of audience. “I am visiting town unofficially, so I hope you’ll keep my presence a secret.”

“Of course,” the woman nodded. “I’m a palace maid- you probably don’t recognise me. I’m happy to see that you’re out of the palace! You’re always inside- I hope you enjoy today.”

You were surprised at that- not her being a palace maid, but her observation about you. You thanked her, and the man grinned at you as a sign that he would keep it a secret as well and when they were gone, you finally looked at Yeosang who looked a little guilty. “Do I look that much of a bore?”

“What?” Yeosang laughed, not expecting that question so not understanding what you meant either.

“I mean,” you sighed. “The woman basically said that, right? That I’m always cooped up in my room?”

“Was she wrong?” Yeosang scoffed.

“No, which is why it hurts,” you laughed sadly. “I need more adventures in my life-”

You spotted a familiar face in the crowd- Mingyu. What were the odds?

“Uh, Yeosang,” you kept your eyes at Mingyu who was alone, thankfully. “Do you mind if I go meet an acquaintance?”

Yeosang followed your gaze, right beside you. “Oh, is that the boyfriend? What a coincidence. I promise this was not arranged by me.”

“I know,” you tapped his arm as an indication that you were going. “You better wait right here- I’ll be back soon.”

Yeosang watched you boldly walk to the man who had to do a double-take as he saw you, and then you both disappeared in the alley, Yeosang laughing silently to himself. He had to admit- he was curious about what exactly was the relation between you two. He resorted to sitting on the bench and staring at the sky, while you?

You practically dragged Mingyu in the alley, the two of you stifling your laughs and hiding in a corner, you two were all over each other. You two were kissing like you were teenagers who had snuck out behind their parents’ backs, like you were past curfew. When you finally broke apart, Mingyu was grinning. “What are you doing here, Princess of Eden?”

“I was out with my tutor on a mission- blending in with the crowd,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “We haven’t properly sat in so long, Mingyu. Are you ever coming to meet me properly, or should I forget about you?”

“I promise I will,” Mingyu rubbed your arms. “I might get a job where I’ll have to frequent the palace often, so I’m concentrating on getting that first.”

“Really?” You were pleased. “What job?”

“My dad’s sick, so he might push me to handle his current affairs,” he said and you recalled how his father was a court member. “Let’s see how it goes.”

“Yeah, I’ll… look forward to seeing you,” you smiled at him. “I shouldn’t keep him waiting- I should go.”

“Okay,” he pecked your lips. “Go.”

Though you had just met your ‘boyfriend’, you didn’t look lovestruck, Yeosang thought, as you walked to him and joined him on the bench, slumping down with a sigh that made him feel as if something was bothering you. Yeosang simply offered you the same candy bag and you took some, the both of you staring at the sky.

“If you sigh anymore, I’m going to have to assume you broke up.”

“It’s not that,” you laughed. “It’s… I don’t know. He’s not my boyfriend, by the way.”

“Yet…” Yeosang raised his brows.

“Yet…” you sighed again. “He makes me forget that I am a princess when I am with him.”

“In a good way or a bad way?” Yeosang asked and you frowned- you had never had anything to compare it with, but today…

Or rather, with Yeosang, you hardly felt like a princess at all as well. And though Yeosang obviously treated you like just any other human… it was somehow better than Mingyu walking on eggshells with you or looking at you as if you would break. As if you were brittle- that you couldn’t bend, you’d simply break. So you only shook your head in answer, and that was enough for Yeosang.

“Can I confess something?” You asked and Yeosang shrugged. He didn’t seem like someone who would judge you. “I don’t think Mingyu is the type of person I’d be happy with in the long run.”

“Ah, so that’s the name-”

“I think,” you ignored him, finding the fluffy clouds in the sky strangely comforting. “I think we’re both using each other one way or another. He’s handsome and I’m not the prettiest girl alive, so I wonder what he’s using me for. It’s obvious why I am, but I don’t think I want to know why he is. I don’t think I’d like the answer.”

“Then you don’t need to ask the question,” Yeosang commented. “You could part ways on good terms too.”

“That’s true,” you looked at him, smiling. “You know, you’re feeling more like a friend than a tutor or whatever you’re supposed to be. I like it.”

Yeosang put a hand on his chest and for a moment, you thought he was touched, until he said, “Then I have failed.”

You smacked his arm harshly and he laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve never had a friend, have you?”

“There’s Siyeon but she’s more like an elder sister,” you admitted. “Also, tell me you think of me as a friend too. I’d be hurt if you don’t.”

“As you know, I’m not the type of person who cares whether you’re hurt or not,” he brushed his clothes, getting up and offering you his hand, which you took as you got up as well. “But I think we could be friends. Only when I’m not tutoring you- I don’t want you to have the upper hand.”

You squeezed his hand, grinning. You could work with that.

—-----------------

“I can’t believe I thought you wouldn’t suck so much,” Yeosang was shaking his head in disappointment and you aimed an arrow at him. He didn’t even flinch when you let it loose- he already knew by what margin your arrows were always off, and he didn’t need to move- the arrow flew well past him.

“It’s insulting that you didn’t even flinch,” you were laughing in disbelief at his guts. “How are you so good with all this calculating and aiming?”

“I grew up surrounded by archers,” Yeosang admitted, collecting the arrows as he walked around. You slumped down on the bench, waiting for him to continue. “I still think your case can be improved, so let’s not give up.”

“You remember what we promised, right?” You wiggled your brows at him and he rolled his eyes.

In the course of the past few days, there was a certain air of comfortableness between you two, growing casual with each passing day. As a tutor during the early hours of the day, you stopped giving him a hard time (only because you had the rest of the day to annoy the fuck out of him) and focusing on what he taught you- he was brilliant, you had to admit. He had taught you more tips and tricks than you had learnt in the entire course of your life. You would never admit that to him, or even to Professor Seo since he had shaped you at a good pace, but he really was amazing.

He kept insisting that you get basic self defence training before you go to the West. The civil war threat was still growing and the locals there were kind of brutal. You agreed that you’ve had enough of being the damsel, so you were going to learn to fight, at least enough to not get yourself killed in a stupid way. And Yeosang had been kind enough to try to teach you, albeit with little progress in the past two days.

Today, though, you struck a bargain with him- if your aim got better today, he would help you sneak out at night so you could meet up with Mingyu.

Though he pretended to puke at the idea of it, he agreed only because you thought you wouldn’t get any better. He didn’t care if you met Mingyu or any other person, he didn’t care what you did with them, as long as he wasn’t involved, but for someone who didn’t bat an eye when others would very well crucify you, he was awfully curious. You were guessing curiosity was his besetting sin. Or maybe because you were the Princess of Eden, he was taking more interest in your life than he would have in any other person’s. Whatever the reason, you didn’t mind. You were very used to people prying into your private matters, but Yeosang was different- you just knew he didn’t have any evil intentions.

“You won’t ever hit your target at this rate, let me show you,” Yeosang said as he got up, making his way towards you. He stood next to you with his own bow and arrow, instructing you on how you should place your legs, how taut your arms should be, how you should hold the weapon properly.

“Like this?” You mirrored his position- or at least tried. He didn’t look satisfied but he nodded, urging you to try. You did, and surprisingly, this was the first time you hit the target on the tree, though you had almost missed it.

“Again,” he instructed and you did, twice, watching him walk around you as he checked your posture. “I need your full focus on your target, not on me.”

“Yes sir,” you muttered, trying to pry your eyes from Yeosang who, frankly, looked absolutely ethereal in the glow of the sun. It was unfair how handsome he was. Sometimes you wondered how his parents looked like to have a son who looked like him.

“Let me,” Yeosang met eyes with you, his hands raised in the air in front of you and you nodded. He fixed the position of your bow and then stood beside you, prying your fingers loose and positioning them correctly, his hands unexpectedly warmer than you had expected. With a hand on your back, he muttered instructions- which parts to relax, which parts to stretch, and the way his hands travelled all over your upper body-

Even though you were wearing a good amount of layers, you had to suppress the shiver with all your strength. Especially when he stood right behind you, snaking his arms around you as he positioned the bow and arrow.

“Shoot,” his breath caressed your ear and you were sure that was why you let go of the arrow, instead of the command. Yeosang drew back, clapping. “That’s much better. Let me see,” he said, standing in front of you and scanning you.

“Relax that frown,” he pointed at your forehead. “And exhale with the arrow. Come on.”

You shifted your focus to the target and did what he said- this time hitting the arrow only a few inches above the bullseye. You lowered your bow, sharing a grin.

“See? Now you only gotta practise. And for the aim, try shooting daggers as well. Let’s do that next time.”

You continued to practise, your aim getting much better, while Yeosang lied casually on one of the benches, reading a book- or pretending to. You were pretty sure he had passed out at some point, and when you couldn’t shoot any more arrows, drained, you made your way to Yeosang, glancing around for any maids or guards- after all, you were still in the palace. Finding none, you flicked Yeosang’s forehead to wake him up-

Which resulted in him grabbing your wrist before you could blink, scaring you for a moment before he relaxed, letting go. “Sorry, I thought it was someone else.”

“Who would dare?” You rubbed your wrist, trying to calm your pounding heart. “You’ve got killer reflexes.”

“I do?” He laughed, tapping the space beside him and you sat down, stretching your arms and legs as you sighed deeply. “You’ve gotten better.”

He was staring at the arrows lodged in the target board. You grinned. “Now you’ll have to sneak me out.”

“I shouldn’t have helped you,” he shook his head but gave in. “As promised. But if we get caught, come up with a story before they send me for execution.”

“Of course,” you promised. “He’s coming tonight, you know. Mingyu. Should I see him before dinner or after?”

“Before would be better, night time makes everything more suspicious,” Yeosang ran a hand through his hair. “But then… everything is so visible before the sun sets down.”

“Night time is better,” you were thinking to yourself, folding your arms. “I can make the excuse of feeling under the weather and retiring early from my activities, and then wait for him in one of the guest rooms. All you have to do, Yeosang dear, is keep watch and alert me with three knocks on the door so I can sneak out from there and run.”

“What would happen if you got caught?” He asked and when you narrowed your eyes at him, he explained that he was just curious.

“I don’t know, actually,” you took a deep breath. “If it gets public, I guess the people will frown upon me, and then father’s plan of making me his heir would get more complicated.”

“You don’t seem particularly sad about that,” Yeosang observed.

“Well, it seems like I’m not hungry for that power yet.”

Oh, power was boring- you had seen enough of it in the two decades of your life. Sure, it had its perks- especially when you get to pull rank at times, however, once you took the crown and ascended as Queen, the little freedom you had? It would be gone like it was never there to begin with. So, yes. You did not like the idea of being his heir- at least not yet, and you were pretty sure you would never-

“Ah, so you’re simply hungry for an adventure,” Yeosang’s eyes practically gleamed as he made the connection.

You supposed he was right. After all, why were you still agreeing to meeting Mingyu, sneaking around the palace like a rat, walking on your tiptoes afraid of getting caught, all for someone you weren’t even sure about? Especially when you finally entered a guest room, finding that the thrill in your heart was not because you finally got to see Mingyu after so long but because of the excitement that came with the process?

As Mingyu smirked and walked towards you with light steps, tucking your hair behind as a greeting, you wondered if there was something lost in you. You wondered if you would ever find true love in your life- the kind of love they talked about in the books, the kind of love that people gave their lives for. Mingyu was not that person for you. And what turned you off the most about him was that he never tried to get to know you. Yes, he would listen when you would talk, but he never asked questions. He wasn’t interested in you.

Which meant there had to be something else that he was interested in. As far as you knew, he was only meeting you. He didn’t have someone else in his life, so what was he after?

“You feel so distant tonight,” he commented as he caressed your face. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just tired from all the practice,” you passed him a weak smile and he didn’t probe further, fishing out something from his pocket.

“Remember when we met in the market?” He grinned, “I may have gotten you something.”

You made an impressed face and opened the box- it was a necklace with a little golden heart pendant, intricately carved. “It’s pretty. Thank you.”

“You like it?” He pressed a kiss on your temple and you nodded, shy when he let his nose trace the angles of your face, his breath caressing you. “What else do you like, Princess?”

Well, the one thing he was good at was… whatever he was doing right now, snaking his hands around your waist and pulling you forward as he kissed you, letting his lips trail down your neck, peppering kisses and sucking at a few spots, drawing the collar of your dress away and making you gasp, drawing it away even further-

“Wait,” you suddenly pulled back, drawing your dress up and frowned when he looked disappointed. “I- I should go, we don’t have the luxury of time, Mingyu. Not right now.”

“It’s okay,” he got up and straightened his clothes. “I should leave anyway. My friend is waiting for me right outside the palace gates.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded, getting up yourself. “See you soon?”

He smiled, tipping his hat before leaving and you didn’t realise how long you kept staring into the distance until Siyeon finally entered after a knock.

“Are you okay, Princess?”

“Ah, yes, I am,” you nodded. “Just taking a breather. Let’s go.”

You made your way to your room, not noticing Mingyu walking not towards the palace gates but to the direction where the Queen’s private chamber was. However, Yeosang who had forgotten his book in the library noticed Mingyu conversing with the Queen herself, hidden from sight- anyone else would not have noticed but Yeosang was more observant than the usual person. He wondered why the two were talking, dismissing it as their private matter, but as he tried to sleep that night, he kept wondering if you knew that the Queen and Mingyu knew each other enough to meet out of plain sight.

—------------------

“I didn’t know there was a place like this in the palace,” Yeosang commented, looking around after dusting himself. You passed him a grin.

“I found this when I was 11,” you told him. “My mother used to come here when she wanted to get away from things- I once followed her. After she passed away, I forgot all about this place until one day, I found myself walking here.”

“I can see why she would want to come here,” Yeosang folded his arms, nodding.

Away from all the hustle and bustle of the palace, at the far-east corner of the vast gardens that stretched at the borders, there was an opening in the fence, hidden from the overgrown vines. You supposed when your mother was alive, she must have maintained the place, but now… it was just a collection of forgotten memories, dust and overgrown plants. The hut was dark and home to spiders and other animals- you never dared go inside, preferring to rest on the stairs that overlooked the pond and the large tree which was the highlight of the little place- purple flower petals crowding the ground and the pond.

“Ah, there’s a cat here now,” you waved at the cat but it sneered at you before taking off, making Yeosang chuckle as he sat beside you, peeking inside the veranda. “What a rude cat!”

“You’re the one disturbing the poor cat’s peace,” Yeosang commented. “So? What are we going to do now that we’re here?”

“Well, I don’t know, not study for once?” You narrowed your eyes at him- he had been pretty strict with keeping the studying schedule. He had also been strict with your other classes- you were pretty good with weapons now- Yeosang would never admit that, always dismissing you off as ‘average’, but his proud cheeky smile? He couldn’t hide that.

“Ah, so it’s just you and me then, huh?” Yeosang asked and you poked your tongue in your cheek as you wondered how to respond to that. He seemed to realise that and he shook his head. “I mean, as friends? That’s how we decided to go, right? Unless you’re planning to bury me here… pretty sure no one would find my body if you do-”

“Yes, let’s just talk and relax, and by the end of it I will decide if I really want to bury you here,” you passed him a sarcastically sweet smile. “Have you heard from Professor Seo yet?”

“I received a letter today, he’s doing fine and the situation is handled, but he decided to visit his family before returning,” he told you and you found yourself more relieved than disappointed about his late return. Yeosang spotted that right away and smirked. “Pleased that he’s not coming back soon?”

“He’s kind of boring and you’re… kind of not?”

“Why did that end as a question?” Yeosang frowned and you shook your head.

“Anyways, you said you wanted to talk to me about something- what was it?” You asked and saw him visibly struggle as he decided whether he really wanted to say it or not. “Just spill- don’t make that face.”

“Well, it’s about Mingyu- let me make a few things clear first,” he cleared his throat and you raised a brow. “I am not interested in your relationship with him or whatever you do, and I don’t mean to pry, but what you said about him wanting something from you…”

“Well?” You urged him.

“Do the Queen and Mingyu know each other in some way? Because I checked and Mingyu wouldn’t need to privately converse with the Queen over his work matters.”

You felt your heart sink at that but tried to think rationally- maybe the Queen spotted him and called him? Maybe she found out about you two? But you couldn’t help but think of the worst- that the reason Mingyu was wasting his time on you had something to do with the Queen.

“Again, I could be wrong,” Yeosang sounded cautious. “Maybe it was a one-time thing and you don’t need to worry about it, but… you’re the Princess. You always have to be cautious, don’t you?”

“You’re right,” you nodded slowly. “It could be anything, but I have to be cautious. Thank you for letting me know, by the way,” you smiled at him and he pursed his lips, nodding.

“I’ve ruined the mood, haven’t I?” Yeosang said after a moment and you finally huffed, laughing. “You said you wanted to ask me something as well?”

“Oh, yeah, did I?” You laughed nervously and Yeosang frowned in confusion.

For the past two days, you had been meeting with your father who decided he would have both you and Prince Chan accompany him to the West, despite the continuous attempts of the Queen to somehow make him choose their son over you. You felt better since Chan would be there and you wouldn’t be alone with the King and the generals and whatever officials you were going to find there, but you had an idea-

“If I asked you to accompany me to the West, with the King and the Prince, two days from now… would you agree?”

Yeosang raised a brow. “Is there a specific reason you want me there?”

“Uh…” Was there? “Just… it won’t be as awkward with you there, I suppose. Chan has his own friends there and I know as much as he likes me, he doesn’t like me enough to call me a ‘friend’. Besides, you’re a great strategist, Yeosang. We could actually use some help there. You’ll of course be representing me if you decide to go, so the court members realise I don’t have allies myself-”

“You don’t need to explain all of that,” Yeosang laughed to himself, shaking his head at you. “Come on. You’re the Princess. All you had to say was ‘it’s my order’.”

“I would have added it in the end,” you muttered, slumping but he knew you wouldn’t.

“You’ve warmed up to me, huh? Just admit it- you don’t want to die of boredom there. I make you laugh, I keep you on your toes, I even let you take those naps when we should be studying-”

“Fine, yes, you’re mildly amusing. I won’t say I’d die of boredom without you, okay? Don’t think too highly of yourself-”

Yeosang leaned forward until he was inches away from your face, making you blink in surprise. “But I think you would,” he almost whispered and when you didn’t push him away or respond, he seemed to realise just what position he was in, drawing back smoothly. “Talking about boredom, is there something fun to do right now?”

“I have dice hidden here somewhere,” you jumped down, pretending to search under the stairs while calming your pounding heart and trying to ignore the knot in your stomach. “Here it is. Let’s play?”

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You were finding it extremely hard to get Yeosang alone once you arrived at the town in the west of Eden, where the Westerners were going to have meetings with your court to try and resolve the political problems they had with the King’s policies. The reason the King, his children and a good part of his court went themselves was a sign of good gesture- that you all were willing to listen and resolve this peacefully, but this was also a warning- that you would be assessing the situation and taking appropriate and immediate measures according to it.

However, you were warmly welcomed by the dwellers, and a large amount of the first few days were spent partying. You were, of course, the Princess and with that title, you had to display a certain amount of elegance, which Yeosang made sure to roll his eyes at whenever he came into your vision. He also made a note of telling you “I can see how hard it is for you to hold back” which only made you restrain yourself with a smile since the public was watching.

However, Yeosang clearly hadn’t expected you to sneak out in the middle of the night, leaving Siyeon alone in the room and tiptoeing to Yeosang’s room, following Siyeon’s map that she had drawn on your hand after you had begged her to let you breathe. Your heart was rhythmically matching your excitement, but you paused before you knocked on Yeosang’s room-

“Are you sure you and Yeosang are just friends?” Siyeon had asked.

“Of course we’re just friends, what are you implying?” You frowned.

“You’re different when you talk about him,” Siyeon smiled knowingly, which only confused you further. “I’ve not seen that smile once before. Not even with Mingyu.”

“Get your head out of the gutter,” you had muttered and she had laughed it off, but now that you stood-

The door slid open and Yeosang couldn’t keep from mumbling a curse when he found you standing with a hand outstretched. “What are you doing at this ungodly hour, Princess? And outside my room? Finally decided to kill me in my sleep?”

“It’s not even midnight yet,” you rolled your eyes, making your way inside his room and Yeosang watched you, peeking outside to see if you had eyes before shutting the door. “I knew you would be awake. Are you busy?”

“Not really, no,” Yeosang sat down on the couch, ruffling his hair. “Was just about to sleep, as you can see,” he pointed at his pyjamas. “Is something up?”

“I thought we could… I don’t know. Sneak out and enjoy the festival. I know we decided not to go because of security measures, but I learnt from my very wise tutor-” you pointed with both hands at Yeosang and he groaned, “-that the art of disguise comes handy. So we’ll blend in tonight, you and I, as civilians. No one would recognise us anyway- not when we dress up all fancy and… voguish, like them, eh?”

You could tell Yeosang didn’t hate the idea because he was not kicking you out of his room. “You do realise what you’re saying, right? You didn’t drink, did you?”

“I’m perfectly sober, thank you,” you got up and unbuttoned your cloak, revealing a pair of red jewelled velvet tunic and pants, and you revealed your hair tied in a bun- a mess of braids and curls. You waved your matching red mask at him as well, laughing when he gaped at you. “I’m ready. Are you?”

After a few protests and you dragging Yeosang and throwing clothes at him after shuffling through his bag, earning snarky remarks and how you looked ‘overdressed’, you finally got Yeosang to change. He looked perfect in his black outfit with a jewelled jacket, and then you made him sit on the chair in front of the mirror so he would take care of his hair.

“Don’t make me comb it myself,” you scoffed. “I haven’t ever done even my own hair apart from a ponytail, just so you know.”

“Snobby little princess-”

“It’s because I naturally suck at it,” you slapped his head and he glared at you, wondering why he was even doing this.

“You know,” he started parting his hair to one side, shrugging because if he was going out anyway, he might as well look the best. “All you have to do is be yourself. People won’t recognise you even if you wear your crown over your head.”

“That’s insulting,” you leaned in the mirror, cleaning your slightly smudged lipstick. “But also, somehow good to know.”

Yeosang shook his head, finally done and you gave him an okay. “Now, how do we sneak out?”

“Leave that to me,” you smirked.

A few minutes later and one guard down after a random rock fell on his head (only knocking him out, you told Yeosang), you were in the brightly lit streets, the noise of the people and the music almost overwhelming, but even Yeosang was surprised how perfectly you two blended in- you had clearly planned this long ago. You stopped at a stall to get some cake and you slid down your mask, peeking around but no one recognised you- you felt safe.

“This is stupid, but I can’t say I’m not enjoying,” Yeosang took a bite of the cake. “I mean, when will I ever get the chance? The Princess of Eden in the streets with her replacement tutor, unrecognisable.”

“We’re friends,” you narrowed your eyes. “If you’re still calling yourself my tutor, go home, Yeosang.”

“I don’t know when the boundary blurred,” he pondered.

“Probably when you saved me in the forest,” you muttered.

“Ah, saved you, did I?” It was the first time you had admitted and you scoffed. “If we hadn’t met that day, would we be here right now?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “What do you think?”

Yeosang looked at you as he finished his cake and waited for you to finish yours before stepping forward and you almost jumped when his hands went behind your head to untie the cloth you had been using as a mask. He locked eyes with you. “Can I?”

You didn’t nod but he presumed to tie it around your neck like a bandana, and he rested his hands on your shoulders when he was done. “That’s better. You look beautiful.”

As if just realising what he had said, he abruptly drew back, clearing his throat. “Evil. I meant beautifully evil. Or evilly beautiful?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, smacking his arm. “You don’t have to be awkward about it, Yeosang. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

You were the last person to talk about being awkward when you stood there with a silly grin until someone asked you two to move. You took a deep breath. “Let’s go watch the games?”

You got the first row in the audience that stood to watch the fire show and you didn’t realise that you had been holding on to Yeosang’s arm when he guided you through the crowd, but he didn’t mind- he liked it when you squeezed it whenever you were surprised. At some point, Yeosang himself had stopped watching the show, instead watching how your face looked in the glow of the fire, how your eyes reflected your excitement which was contagious at this point, how your red plump lips parted and pursed. He was smiling faintly when you caught him staring at you.

None of you looked away. You raised a brow. “Bored?”

“Not at all,” he shook his head. “Just want to get some air after this ends.”

“Let’s go right now,” you told him and he insisted that you finish watching the show because according to him, you looked like a cat who had seen a mouse for the first time, but you only held his hand and dragged him, almost exiting when you met a pair of mimers.

“Ridiculous,” Yeosang laughed when they started mirroring your movements.

“That’s not how we look,” you pointed and they mirrored that as well, making you gape at them. “That’s a personal attack! Choose someone else from the crowd!”

Yeosang burst out laughing at that and the mimers continued to mirror your exasperated expressions and movements, until Yeosang grabbed your hand and started running away, the mimers mirroring even that and following you, making all of you laugh because this was unbelievable but fun. The two of you kept running even after you had lost them and just when you were about to stop, Yeosang spotted them and slid into a dark alley, turning you and making you stop against him as he rested against the wall, out of breath.

“They’re right outside,” he whispered, shaking his head as he laughed. “Don’t move.”

You nodded, aware of your hands on his chest and shoulder, aware of his hands holding your wrists loosely but not letting you go, and you rested your head against his chest, out of breath as well. “Tell me when they’re gone. Or should we give them a little scare?”

“I’ll tell you when they’re gone,” Yeosang said and you hummed in agreement, not daring to move but feeling glad when you felt his tense body relax against you. His hands slid down your arms but didn’t let go, and even when he saw the mimers leave the area, he didn’t tell you.

He wanted you all to himself just for a little longer.

And that realisation made him so utterly confused. He hadn’t intended to cross the line, yet… he knew you two weren’t friends at this point- at least he wasn’t, because he was falling.

But you still liked Mingyu, didn’t you? Even when he had told you about the Queen and Mingyu’s meeting, you met him twice after, and Yeosang helped you. You told him you wanted to feel him out and see what exactly he wanted so you could catch him in the act, but… he was starting to realise why he hated it when he saw Mingyu touch your face- that guy was clearly not sincere.

Were his own feelings sincere then, he wondered. Is that how you felt about Mingyu? Unsure but wanting?

“They’re gone,” Yeosang finally whispered and you took your head off after a moment, looking up at him and finding him incredibly close. You grinned and let go of him. “Well, that was an adventure right there.”

“That sure was,” Yeosang brushed his clothes and you walked back to the streets, just walking and chatting and grabbing more snacks until you both were very tired, which was when you decided to walk back, sneaking past the guards into Yeosang’s room which was thankfully on the ground floor.

Yeosang shut the window behind him and you secured your cloak, smiling at him and asking, “Tell me how tonight was. Tell me honestly.”

“Well, Princess,” Yeosang stepped in front of you, smirking and flicking your forehead. “It was the most fun I had in a good few years.”

“Really? You’re not lying?” You asked and he nodded, crossing at his heart. You smiled wide and slumped in relief. “Glad you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, why would you think that?” Yeosang’s voice was incredibly soft. “I like you. A lot. I like whatever we have, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I just hope you don’t forget all about me when you’re busy or when I have to go, y/n.”

Your heart did a somersault and you took a step towards him as well, almost closing the distance between you two. “This was the most fun I had too. In my life. Thank you, Yeosang. And I won’t forget you, ever. I hope you don’t if you go back.”

‘If’, you had said, Yeosang realised with a glimmer of hope. You didn’t want him to go back. It was up to him now. But he had to be sure about you first-

He didn’t expect you to lean in and kiss him on the cheek and then shyly look at you as you grinned. Oh, he wanted to cross the line so bad. “Thank you for tonight, Yeosang.”

Before he could respond, you scurried off, and he stood dumb for a few minutes until he smiled and sat in front of the mirror, taking off his accessories and looking at where you had kissed him-

Where the red smudge of lipstick welcomed him.

So that’s why you were grinning, he thought, laughing to himself as he wondered if he should just let the mark remain.

—-------------------

The situation in the West had been resolved and you made your way back, making the visit last for about a week and a half. A week after that night you spent with Yeosang at the festival. You had attended a meeting together where you got to see just what kind of a strategist Yeosang was, and he was one hell of a strategist- he managed to keep the political interests of both the parties in balance as he suggested ways to resolve the conflict, along with his seniors. He was applauded by the King himself and that made you giddy. It didn’t help that he looked incredibly hot when he was in operational mode, you told him.

“There’s something wrong with you,” Yeosang had made a face and you had only laughed.

“You know, my father approves of you. He even asked me if you’re my replacement tutor.”

“I should go and tell him how disrespectful my student is-”

And that ended with the usual bickering as well. In the few days you spent in the West after the festival, you only got to meet up with Yeosang once during the evening when you two were walking around, and Prince Chan had joined, which ended up making you the third-wheel. They surprisingly had much to talk about.

Your lessons with Yeosang were going to resume today. You had also just received a letter from Professor Seo which said that he would be returning in a week or two. You felt anxious for some reason- could you keep Yeosang all to yourself? Would that be selfish of you? After all, Yeosang’s family and friends weren’t in this town.

You went inside the library, finding it utterly quiet. You almost called out loud for Yeosang, but you saw him dozing off, sitting crossed legged on the floor with his head resting on his arms on the table. You smiled to yourself- what a sight he was. You tiptoed towards him, sitting in front of him across the table and waiting for a while- he was probably tired. You heard a muffled groan and watched him as he frowned in his sleep- was he having a nightmare?

“Yeosang?” You whispered, but he didn’t stir. You slid away from the table and went to his side, carefully pushing a few strands of his dark hair away from his face- he seemed to be caught in a dream-

You noticed the redness on his temple that you had spotted before too- you hadn’t asked him about it and the way he styled his hair, you couldn’t detect it unless you looked carefully, but it looked like it was a birthmark. You touched it lightly, smiling-

You couldn’t even let out a scream when he went for your neck making you fall flat against the floor and him on top of you with his dagger threatening to slit your throat.both of you were looking at each other in surprise with wide eyes and you patted his arm cautiously. “It’s me… Yeosang, it’s me.”

Yeosang came back and sighed deeply, drawing back and immediately apologising. “I don’t know what I was thinking, I have nothing to say.”

“It’s okay,” you frowned as you straightened your clothes, getting up to go back to your place. Yeosang, confused, got up as well. “Are you alright, Yeosang? Are you haunted?”

Yeosang snorted at that. “Actually, I’m not always like this. I was attacked on the night when we came back, in my room. I didn’t get who it was, but someone’s after me, which means… someone’s after you.”

“Oh, come on,” you shook your head. “It might be something you did. You’re not a saint, Yeosang dear.”

“Could be, but I’m betting it has something to do with you-” Yeosang stopped mid-sentence and pulled you by your arm into his chest as a vase fell and crashed on the floor, making you scream and clench onto his clothes.

“Wait here- someone’s definitely after you,” Yeosang said and before you could stop him, he went for what you figured was whoever he spotted. You took out your own dagger, waiting for him or whoever it was that dared attack you in the library, of all places.

However, the last person you expected to see was Mingyu, calling out your name before he stepped in your line of vision and you frowned. “I heard a crash and a scream, I was just passing by. Are you alright?”

“You were just passing by?” You almost spat but then shook your head. “I’m sorry- it’s just been surprise after surprise today. I’m overwhelmed. Did you perhaps spot someone else leaving?”

“Only Kang Yeosang,” he said, stepping towards you but stopping when you raised your hand.

“Do you know him?” You asked.

“He’s made quite a name for himself after the tour in the West,” he pointed out and you lowered your dagger. “He’s your replacement tutor, is he not?”

“That he is,” you nodded. “He’ll be back any minute.”

“Can I see you tonight?” Mingyu asked, shooting a playful smile in your direction.

“If you tell me why you’ve been meeting up with the Queen, sure, I can see you tonight,” you countered. You refused to believe him passing by was a coincidence- not after you’ve been suspecting him for so long.

However, Mingyu clearly didn’t like what you were implying. “Do you think I’m a spy or something? That’s a low blow.”

“What else am I supposed to think, Mingyu?” You countered. “You’ve been meeting up with her- I saw you myself. And you didn’t bother to tell me? A simple explanation would have done. You could have lied and I would have believed you. But you didn’t even tell me. You never tell me anything. You only call me when-”

“And what do you tell me about yourself, Princess?” Mingyu walked towards you.

“I tell you enough,” you seethed. “I risk meeting you and tell you enough. You have no idea what the consequences would be if I got caught meeting you.”

“Well, no one would know unless you spill,” he stopped in front of you. “Have you?”

“I just- I can’t continue meeting you like this forever, you know it,” you sighed. “And you’re still not telling me why you met her.”

“I tell you enough as well,” he countered. You couldn’t believe him. You were about to walk away but he caught your wrist. “Come on. Don’t ruin this-”

“Ruin what, Mingyu? What are we?” You locked eyes with him, surprisingly relieved when you saw no signs of longing in them. “We never address that though, do we?”

“Well, what are you with Yeosang then?” He countered and you raised a brow. “I’ve seen you both. He’s not your tutor-”

“He’s my friend,” you sneered, trying to break away your wrist from him but he wouldn’t let go. “And let go of me. You’re hurting me.”

“Friend?” He laughed. “Friends don’t look at each other the way I’ve seen you-”

“I suggest you let go of her right now, Mingyu,” Yeosang’s voice boomed as he walked to the two of you. “Let go of the Princess.”

Mingyu scoffed at him. “No, what do you two even do in here? I’m pretty sure it’s not just studying-”

The crack of the slap on his left cheek was the most satisfying sound you ever heard out of him, and you didn’t regret it, even when he looked betrayed and surprised. “Who do you think I am? You’re the first person I’ve been with, Mingyu, and you’re the only one. I can’t believe you think so lowly about me. I guess I should have thought that about you too,” you rubbed your wrist- he had finally let go due to the initial shock. “Meet me tomorrow night at the same place. We’ll end this- only after you tell me what you’re up to with the Queen. And don’t bother lying- I know what you’re up to. I only need to see if you’ll tell me the truth or not.”

Mingyu huffed, laughing in what you could only presume was disbelief. “I think we should. We need to think with clear minds, huh?” He looked at Yeosang and left the room, leaving you glaring at his passing figure. Yeosang stifled his smile as he stood next to you. “Well… that was one hell of a slap.”

“Shut up, Yeosang,” you muttered but smiled, looking at him. “I should have done that earlier. I don’t know what took me so long.”

“Do you really know what he’s up to?” Yeosang patted your back, urging you to settle down before sitting in front of you.

“I don’t, actually, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to continue whatever it is we had. It was only physical, and that’s… it makes me shameful to think of it.”

Yeosang looked proud of you though, especially when he said, “I don’t think I need to be your tutor anymore. You’ve learnt all you need to- at least about strategy and offence.”

You laughed at that. “Have I? You still have to teach me the damned nonsense the old scholars left for us that’s not even relevant-”

“Don’t disrespect your ancestors,” he shook his head, grinning.

—------------------

When Mingyu entered the room, you didn’t get up this time. He didn’t approach you either, simply sat down next to you.

“I’m sorry for slapping you earlier- I could’ve dealt with that differently,” you told him. You were sorry- that wasn’t a lie.

“I deserved that,” Mingyu looked at you and you both shared a laugh. “I was being an asshole.”

“Glad you realise that,” you shook your head. “So?”

“The Queen… the first time that she called me, she only wanted to know who my father was- apparently, he used to do some of the Queen’s private tasks, so she thought she could trust me as well. I didn’t realise what she was on to until the second time, when she casually asked me if I was interested in you.”

“Wow, she’s still digging for something to bring me down,” you made an impressed face. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her the truth- that I admire you as the Princess. That’s exactly what I said. Not a lie, but not the whole truth either,” he winked.

“That’s smart, I’ll give you that,” you nodded. “How did she respond to that?”

“She told me I should meet up with you, that you might be interested in me as well. Honestly, I was confused- I didn’t know if it was a test or some twisted game where she wants us to get caught because it’s no secret that she hates you. So I just told her I’ll look for a chance. Now she just asks me if I made some progress.”

“I wonder what’s going on in her head,” you sighed. “You should have told me, Mingyu.”

“I know,” he admitted. “I should have, but honestly… I’m not interested in you that way- at least not yet.”

“Neither am I,” you admitted. “We should end it, though. There’s no use continuing whatever we had, but I hope we can part on good terms, and possibly be allies in the future. You’re smart, Mingyu. I hope you won’t use our relationship to bring me down one day- I’d rather you be my ally, my friend.”

“Now that’s one tempting offer,” he laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “No hard feelings?”

“None,” you nodded. “Unless you pull something, in which case you can expect not to wake up after you sleep,” you smiled sweetly at him and he shook his head, raising his hands in surrender. “Also, yesterday… were you really passing by the library?”

“Ah, about that,” Mingyu straightened, recalling the detail he needed to tell you. “I did spot someone suspicious- dressed like a guard- around the library, so yes, I was just passing by but made a detour because I thought I saw something.”

“Who do you think could be behind it?” You wondered.

“Could be anyone at this point, but maybe start from the people closest around you,” Mingyu said. “Should I look into it?”

“Will you?” You asked and he nodded. You thanked him- that really was a kind offer, perhaps to make up for his behaviour.

After that meeting, you walked to your secret place just to have some alone time and think things through. You had just been in your room, and Siyeon had been beyond relieved after she heard that you broke things with Mingyu.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to be the watchdog anymore, you know?” She told you as she prepared you for bed, about to go and bring your tea when you told her you wanted to get some air first. She let you go willingly this time.

But when you sneaked in through the vines around the fence, the last person you expected to see was Yeosang. What was more surprising were the empty bottles around him- he was drinking.

He never drinked this much, from what he had told you. You whistled at the sight and went to sit next to him, shaking your head at his flushed cheeks. “You need to stop before I wake you up by pushing you in the pond.”

“What are you doing here?” He sounded surprisingly sober.

“What are you doing here? Why are you drinking?”

“Just needed to stop thinking for a few moments,” he admitted, offering you a bottle. You took a sip and told him you weren’t going to drink more. “Boomer. Look at the moon- it’s a wonderful sight. That calls for a few drinks as we admire the sight, no?”

“Yep, you’re drunk,” you folded your arms. “What’s keeping you up at nights, Yeosang?”

He was silent for a few moments, and you almost thought he faded into unconsciousness when he mumbled something. You frowned, “What was that?”

“You,” he said, and your heart sank. “You. You keep me up at nights. You don’t let me sleep.”

“Hmm, really?” You pursed your lips, stifling your smile. “And what exactly about me?”

He glanced at you and it was your turn to get flushed- he had rarely ever looked at you that way, but whenever he did… it drove you crazy. “I wish I hadn’t met you, y/n.”

Your heart broke like never before- it was a sharp blow. You managed to ask why.

“I’m not worthy of you. I cannot be with you. But I think I want to be with you. But… you don’t want me. So I wish I hadn’t met you- at least that day in the forest. Maybe if we hadn’t become friends-”

“What are you saying?” You shook your head. “What’s this bullshit about being worthy? I’m not some prized possession you need to win.”

“Oh, but you are,” he smiled, looking down. “You’re… wonderful. You’re brilliant. I’m nothing.”

“God, if you were sober right now, you would be saying the opposite. And that’s making me confused,” you tugged at his sleeve, making him look at you. “Are you joking right now? Do you like me or something? Because I’ve been the one afraid to take that step-”

Yeosang leaned in and kissed your cheek, making you pause. He drew back slowly. “That night… I wanted to keep you all night. I wanted you so bad.”

“Yeosang,” you whispered, “You can have me. You’ve had me long ago.”

“Is that so?” He traced your hairline, tucking your hair behind your ear, and you couldn’t help but shiver. You couldn’t help but compare- Mingyu had done this so many times, yet this single action had never made you a puddle, a mess like you are now.

Yeosang continued to trace the outlines of your face. “I don’t want to let you go,” he whispered, “Are you real, or am I hallucinating? Am I too drunk?”

“I think you are drunk, but I’m real,” you managed to say, locking eyes with him.

“Even if you’re not…” he put his fingers under your chin and tilted your face up, gazing at your parted lips. You stifled a groan- his touch alone was making you go crazy.

And when he leaned in and finally pecked your lips, holding on to his shirt was all you could do to keep from falling down. As if realising you were real, he pecked your lips again, and again, until you parted your lips and kissed him back, making him cup your face and bring you closer as he kissed you like a man deprived of air, tongue colliding and swallowing each other’s moans. You had never felt like this, feeling his touch in every cell in your body, feeling the kiss as if he was caressing every part of you.

When he drew back, you rested your head against his, and you wanted more, you wanted to kiss him all night, but he dozed off and you couldn’t help but laugh. You let him rest his head on your lap, caressing his soft hair and running your fingers through them, smiling because he looked like a cat. After you almost fell asleep yourself, you decided to leave him here- he needed to face the consequences of his actions.

But the next day, when he sat in front of you teaching you about one of your ancestor’s history, you weren’t listening- just watching him with a smirk. He seemed to be annoyed at that when he shut the book and glared at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“You look like you had one too many drinks last night,” you told him. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

He didn’t.

“I remember. I never forget when I drink,” he said haughtily.

“Is that so?” You made an impressed face. “Do you, perhaps, remember meeting me last night?” He frowned in confusion and you scoffed. “Maybe you shouldn’t think too highly of yourself, Yeosang.”

“You came last night? There?” He groaned loudly, hiding his face. “I hope I didn’t do something embarrassing.”

“Nothing at all,” you shook your head. “Just did this weird dance and twirled around-”

“Now that’s a lie,” he declared and you laughed.

“If you do recall the events of last night, come find me,” you winked at him, opening the book back and leaving him confused.

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A few days had passed when the King called you in his study to have a private conversation with you. You went after having breakfast and had tea with your father, chatting about the weather and Chan’s silly pranks when he steered the topic to what he had called you for.

“I want you to participate in court matters regularly as soon as you’re ready,” he sipped on his tea- basically telling you he was going to make it public that you were his choice.

“And what does the Queen say about this?” You asked, taking the umpteenth cookie.

“What she says doesn’t matter,” he told you.

“I think it does, a little,” you began. “She’s been sending some people after me- I don’t know if she wants to simply hurt me or kill me, but she’s out for me. I thought I should tell you.”

Your father stopped mid-air, bringing his cup back to the table. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” you nodded. “I have an ally in the court, you see. He personally caught and interrogated the guard she used. She made it a bit too obvious- it was one of her personal guards. Caught in the act.”

You weren’t lying- Mingyu had done exactly that. You had been practising archery when he sent an arrow for you- and if he had hit, all suspicion would have gone to Yeosang. However, Mingyu had been following him and knocked the guard out, and by luck, you had narrowly escaped from the arrow.

“I don’t know what to do about her,” your father rubbed his eyes. “It would’ve been one thing if Chan himself was interested in the throne, but… he’s the least interested.”

“And so am I, but father… you know there’s another reason you didn’t groom Chan like you groomed me. You’re afraid of what the Queen would do to you. After all… She was royalty too, before you became your wife. She owns a lot of land, and a good majority would support her if she decided to do something about you.”

“I don’t know why I ever agreed to marry her,” he sighed.

“Doesn’t matter, but… you don’t need to do anything about what the Queen did to me. She’s been after me all my life- I’ll deal with her myself. It would be wiser if you don’t interfere. She’ll never admit she was behind it anyway.”

“I should warn her though,” he said. “You’re my daughter. I don’t want anyone hurting you. Even if she gets Chan to inherit the throne, she’ll never let you stay here.”

“There’s always going to be someone after us, father,” you pointed out. “We’ll never feel safe. That’s the price we pay.”

The two of you concluded the discussion on the terms that you’ll both confront the Queen and ask her to back off, and that both you and Chan would sit in the court matters regularly, but you would eventually inherit the throne unless Chan is interested, in which case the King or the court themselves would cast their votes. However, that time would hopefully be after a good while. You wished your father lived long and healthy so you wouldn’t have to inherit the throne so young.

After leaving, you went to the library for your lesson with Yeosang, who had been acting a bit suspiciously himself the past few days. You didn’t know if it was because he recalled what happened that night, if he even believed, or if he regretted that, but you weren’t going to bring it up. Professor Seo was arriving in three days, and each passing day was making you anxious because with each passing day, you only became sure that you wanted no one else but Yeosang by your side. For the rest of your life. If he would return the feelings- you hoped he did, because you weren’t sure you could ever love someone like you had begun to love him.

Love- you never thought you’d get to experience that. Even as friends, there was love between you two, the kind that friends had in the books you read, where they looked out for each other and knew each other’s secrets, their likes and dislikes, and such. But the line between friends and more… it was always a little blurred between you two.

You found Yeosang waiting for you not at the usual spot but at the window. He looked at you with a mischievous smile and you raised a brow. He took a deep breath. “Do you want to go to the mountains? A little trip?”

You smiled slowly. “What took you so long! I’m ready.”

It was a thing between you two- sneaking out disguised as random civilians. You borrowed one of Siyeon’s pretty dresses (she always had prettier dresses than you while you wore ugly uniforms for the court) and hid most of yourself in a cloak, walking to the foothills of the mountain which was fairly near, just a long walk that passed by in a blink because Yeosang was suddenly feeling nostalgic and told you about the time he was a kid and climbed all the way to the top of the mountain as a challenge. When you finally started to climb, Yeosang held your hand, surprising you but you let him guide you all the way up until you asked for a break.

“This is a nice spot,” Yeosang stood near the edge of the rock and peeked down. “This shall do.”

“I’m glad,” you huffed as you sat down, Yeosang joining you. “I thought my legs were going to break.”

“I think we should ditch history and start working on your stamina,” Yeosang narrowed his eyes. “Imagine someone comes after you and you give up because you got tired after running a little distance.”

“I’m sorry but no one’s going to chase me up the mountain, I can run just fine,” you said and he laughed. You drank water from your bottle and he sighed, looking up at the cloudy sky.

“I told father about the Queen, by the way,” you said after a moment. “I thought you should know so you don’t worry your ass off.”

“What makes you think I worried at all? It’s a regret the arrow didn’t strike-”

“Hey!” You smacked his arm, pouting at him. “You’re so strange, Yeosang. You say one thing and mean another.”

“Oh? And what do I mean when I say I wished the arrow had hit you?” He turned towards you, appearing very interested.

“Well, how about ‘oh, I wish I was there and could have taken the arrow for you’. Okay, I admit that was too much,” you sulked when he laughed out loud at that, very sarcastically. “You hate me, that’s fine.”

Yeosang scoffed. “You know what I would have done if I was there?” When you didn’t answer, he put a hand on yours, caressing it. “I would have shot an arrow back, not caring who it was. If it had been the Queen, the Prince or even the King… I would have shot them.”

You were about to smack him again for teasing you but when you saw how serious he was and his gaze- the same gaze you dreaded but wished to see again and again forever- it made you pause. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” he admitted. “And it scares me because I’m the type who weighs all the pros and cons before striking, as you already know.”

You scanned him for a few moments. “Do you finally remember what happened that night?”

Yeosang answered by sliding closer and capturing your lips in an eager kiss, smiling into it when you immediately responded with a surprised moan, clenching his shirt in your hands as he continued to slide closer and kissing you without a break until you two were out of breath. You locked eyes with him, laughing in disbelief. “You’re gonna tell me now that you’re sober?”

“Am I?” He made a confused face and you pushed him back, laughing again but he caught your hands in his.

“Well, Princess y/n,” he began, smiling cheekily, making you bite your lips because gosh, he was criminally handsome. A walking sculpture- Siyeon had made the right observation. “I may have developed a… liking towards you.”

“That’s it?” You frowned, pushing him away properly this time, making him laugh until he couldn’t breathe. “Come back when you’re sure.”

“Okay, okay, hear me out,” he took both your hands in his. “I don’t want to go back, y/n. If you’ll have me… I want to be yours. I love you more than I thought I did. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I fell for you before even realising- wait, you’re not taking this seriously!”

You let out the laugh you had been stifling. “I’m just in disbelief, because I love you and I thought you hated me and made a mistake that night or something. Okay, not hated me, but didn’t like me like that or something. But you’re telling me that…”

“That I love you,” he nodded, grinning. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, you don’t need to do anything, just… stay and we’ll figure out, huh? But… stay at your own risk because I will not let you go if you stay-”

He shut you up by kissing you again, this time with a force that had you arching back until you were flat against the grass. You broke apart, “You have a habit of not letting me complete my sentences.”

“You love it, don’t you?” He caressed your face and you felt knots in your stomach. “What do you want me to do, then?”

“Kiss me until I can’t speak anymore?” You suggested and he started by peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. Then he kissed you ever so slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, making you melt into a puddle. He earned quite a few moans with the way he kissed alone, and when he started at your neck, it was the end of you- especially when he started nibbling at your sweet spot, sucking and licking and leaving a mark that he looked at proudly.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“I’m yours,” you nodded. “Tell me you won’t go.”

“I’ll stay,” he promised, sealing it with another kiss.

“Even if I have to inherit the throne?” You asked.

“I’ll be honoured to be by your side then,” he kissed your forehead. “If… if you would have me.”

“Well, you’re one hell of a strategist, and an archer- you shot that arrow at my heart-”

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he shook with laughter at your cheesy line and you pouted.

“No, I can’t,” you said. “But yeah. I’d be honoured to have a mind like you beside me. And a body and a face like yours to look at for the rest of my life, because honestly, you’re hot-”

“Ah, here we go,” he shut his eyes, basking in the compliments. “Carry on.”

You scoffed. “That’s all, Yeosang dear.”

He glared at you, lying beside you. “Can I take back everything I just said?”

“Yeosang!” You turned to slap his arm, getting half on top of him and grinning at your position, letting his hands on your waist guide you up on him. You spent a good few moments admiring him before you kissed him.

“To always and forever,” you said when you broke apart.

“To always and forever,” he nodded, about to bring you in again when you interrupted.

“What are we going to do about Professor Seo? Maybe I should ask him to retire,” you pondered.

“Can you not talk about other people when you’re on top of me?” Yeosang commented and you poked your tongue in your cheek, realising exactly the position you were in- practically straddling him.

“As you wish,” you let him kiss you senseless after that.

It was sweet, and it made your heart feel alive for the first time. You wished in that moment to have a forever and always with him. You would have no one else.

And weirdly, you were glad Mingyu had called you in the forest that day. How fate had worked for you two- meeting as strangers and meeting officially in the palace, finding an unexpected friendship and love along the way. Unexpected but welcomed.

For the first time, you felt safe too, when you lay in his arms. Even though you had told your father earlier that you didn’t have the luxury of feeling safe, you decided to one day tell him that you had found your home- the person that made you feel utterly safe.

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byeolbeloved · 1 month

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ohmyamor · 1 year

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Witch!Yeosang

let’s start off by saying that you and Yeosang were not supposed to meet

at all

it all started when one day your friend frantically called you talking about some magic guy she needed to visit asap

to which you very exasperatedly and bluntly said no

you loved your friend

you really did

but she had recently become obsessed with this guy at work who you can’t even remember the name of

and look

your friend had this habit of falling in love with people incredibly fast

like, you’re pretty sure that falling in love after talking to someone for 0.5 seconds has to be some kind of record or something

and you were somewhat used it at this point

she would fall in love quickly and move on quickly so no one ever got hurt

but this guy

you don’t know how he did it, but she was obsessed

absolutely, horrendously, atrociously down bad

she had tried multiple times to get his attention but every one of her efforts always seemed to backfire on her

and while at first you were genuinely saddened for her being, the empathetic person you are

it got kind of annoying after her 10th call crying about how standing next to him not talking just standing didn’t seem to do the trick

so when she called saying she found this ‘magic guy’ or whatever that she needed to buy a love potion from

you all but snorted over the line and gave her a solid “no” before hanging up

only for her to anticipate this answer as not even five minutes later she was knocking at your door

did she call you from the parking lot? you thought, surprised and a little impressed

so now you were being dragged by her to some shady part of town with nothing on you except your phone and keys

just so she could get her supposed love potion

what a way to go

you sat in the passenger seat, looking nervously at the abandoned building the two of you were parked in front of

you’re pretty sure the only thing you’ll be walking out of here with is some kind of disease

“I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be here” you tell her hoping she’ll come to her senses

“No I heard from Mark’s brother’s girlfriend’s uncle that the place was right here” she replied, getting off the car and heading straight into the building

oh she’s serious

sighing, you open the door and follow after her

“dude, wait up” you yell, seeing that she’s already disappeared through the front door

you push open the door and walk through only to halt in your tracks when you make it inside

what. the. fuck.

inside is not a filthy abandoned building like you were expecting

you stand inside what looks like a witch’s cottage that came straight out of a children’s book

the entire store is small, much smaller than the building you walked into

every corner of the room is filled with knick knacks and trinkets, some of which you have no clue what they even are

you think you even see a crystal ball on one of the shelves

artifacts from almost every single religion you’ve ever heard of line the walls, some of which look very very old

there’s also plants galore, hanging off of every shelf, standing in planters that cover the floors and hanging off the ceiling

you look over to the center of the room where a small counter takes up the space with what you think are eyeballs in a jar resting on top of it

but it’s not the eyeballs that shock you

it’s the giant cauldron resting in front of it with a smoky blue essence pouring out of it

you blink, having absolutely no fucking clue what’s going on

while you stare around the room in wonder, your friend has already made her way to the counter, slamming harshly on the little bell that rests in the center of the countertop

it kind of reminds you of the bell at the doctor’s office

but this is most definitely not a doctor’s office

your friend continuously presses the bell, reminding you of a small but annoying child

you move next to her

“dude I think you should stop pressing that, it’s getting annoying-”

you cut yourself off with a loud shriek when a man literally materializes in front of your eyes

he’s stands at a good height, with long dark hair cascading down his neck and coming to end at his shoulders

his bangs rest nicely over his eyes

and he has the most beautiful birthmark next to his left eye

this is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

you miss the way his lips twitch upwards ever so slightly

“How can I be of help today?”

oh god his voice

it’s so deep and velvety that if you weren’t so confused as to what was going on, you’re pretty sure you would’ve tripped over your own feet

“I need a love potion” your friend demands

the man quirks an eyebrow and an amused look falls over his face

you shoot your friend a look at her rudeness

“Please. We need a love potion, please,” you say

if this man really is a witch, which you now have no reason to doubt, then who knows what he does to rude customers

and you’re not about to get turned into a frog just because your friend is obsessed with some mediocre man

the man behind the counter nods

“Love potions do take me a few days to brew and they cost a little more than any of my other potions,” the man starts

“Is that okay with you?”

you realize the man is staring directly into your eyes as he talks

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you blurt

the man hums

“So, how much will it cost and when will it be ready by?” your friend crosses her arms

you turn to her, furrowing your eyebrows

she’s never acted like this, what the fuck is her problem today?

“I can have it ready in about a week, and as for the cost, I’ll let you know when you come pick it up. It depends on how many of the ingredients I have and how many I will need.”

your friend rolls her eyes

“You’re a witch but you don’t even have everything you need to make a simple love potion?”

you pinch her side harshly

“shut up”

she stares at you wide-eyed, but you ignore her to turn to face the beautiful man

“What she means to say is thank you, we’ll be back in a week to pick it up,” you send him a small smile, trying to express how sorry you are about your friend’s attitude

the man smiles and nods and before your friend can say anything else, you’re grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the store, ignoring the butterflies that have made their home in your stomach

one week later

I’m really going to murder her you think, angrily sitting in your car in front of the familiar building

after dragging you to the pretty witch’s shop and embarrassing you in front of him

she now has the audacity to call you and tell you that something important came up and she can’t go pick up the potion

but because she absolutely needs it, she needs you to pick it up for her

“I don’t even know how much it’s going to cost, what if I don’t even have enough money for it?” you had argued over the phone

“Oh please, he was practically eye fucking you as soon as he popped up, he’ll probably lower the price for you anyways”

she then proceeded to hang up, leaving you a spluttering red mess

so now here you are, sitting in front of the abandoned building once again where you attempt to muster up the courage to face the pretty witch again

I’m making her pay for my therapy you think angrily as you open your door and start walking into the building

the shop hasn’t changed much since you were here last week

the only differences you notice are few new knick knacks lining the wall, and the cauldron is missing

walking up to the counter, you press the bell once before taking a step back and admiring the room

I wonder if any of these plants are for sale

the feeling of something soft against your leg startles you

you look down to see a black cat rubbing itself against you

letting out a small “aw”, you crouch down and begin to pet it

unlike other cats that you’ve met, this one seems very cuddly

you scratch behind its ears, noticing how it seems to have a little cluster of white hairs right under one of its eyes, almost making it look like the cat has a mole

you giggle slightly to yourself at the thought

the sound of someone clearing their throat has you jumping up

there stands the pretty witch, watching as you stand up quickly and push your hair behind your ears awkwardly

“is, um, is this your cat?” you motion to the cat that’s lying on the floor with its belly exposed

the man rolls his eyes

“sort of. he’s my familiar, but he needs to stop bothering customers when he wants attention,” the last sentence is directed at something behind you

familiar?

“Whatever, you’re always too busy with your potions. Plus, I’m good for business,” a male’s voice sounds out behind you

you let out a small scream, jumping away from the voice

behind you stands a slightly shorter male

he has dark hair as well and his eyes certainly do remind you of a cat’s

you also notice that he has a small mole on the top of his cheek, under his eye

just like the cat you realize

the man smiles brightly at you before engulfing you in a hug

“Sorry I scared you! My name’s Wooyoung, and the grumpy man behind the counter is Yeosang,” Wooyoung tells you

you let out a small laugh, very confused but oddly endeared

“Wooyoung let go of them”, the pretty witch, Yeosang, demands

Wooyoung complies, letting go of you with small grumble

laughing slightly, you turn back to face Yeosang

“This is not how I was expecting my day to go,” you admit

“But it’s a nice surprise nonetheless”

Yeosang smiles slightly, staring at you with a look you can’t decipher

“I’m glad we could make your day”

it’s quiet for a moment before you clear your throat

“So, um, I’m here to pick up the love potion?”

Yeosang nods and he moves to grab something from behind him

a confused noise comes from Wooyoung

“Love potion? Yeosangie, I thought you said she was your ma-”

Yeosang lets out a loud cough, slamming down the pink bottle he holds in his hand onto the counter and sending a tight smile to the man next to you

“Sorry, Wooyoung must’ve confused you with someone else,” the glare in his eyes makes you feel bad for the dark haired man

“Anyways,” he clears his throat. “Here it is. Tell your friend that it’s very important she doesn’t use the whole thing on the person she’s interested in.”

Yeosang stares you directly in your eyes, his voice taking on a serious tone

You nod, unsure of to say

he continues

“If she does, it will have the opposite effect intended.”

you make a small o with your mouth

“I didn’t know that was possible”

Yeosang nods and Wooyoung makes a noise of confirmation

“You’re looking at the best potions maker in the whole country,” Wooyoung starts. “He’s amazing at what he does, but it also means you need to use his stuff in moderation.”

you glance from the bottle to Yeosang, watching in mild amusement as his neck slowly turns red

Nodding, you move to grab your wallet from your bag

“Okay, thank you for the heads up. How much will it be?”

“2,000″

you whip your head up, staring at Yeosang with wide eyes

“I’m sorry, did you say two thousand?”

he has the nerve to nod his head hesitantly

you stare at the little bottle that sits on the counter

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford that”

you bite the inside of your cheek nervously

“Let me call my friend and let her know how much it is, maybe she can send me the money or something.”

you step back, moving to grab your phone from your pocket

“You know what,” Yeosang’s voice calls out

“It’s fine, just take it.”

you furrow your eyebrows

“like, for free?”

Yeosang nods his head

“No, I can’t do that,” you shake your head vehemently

“You worked hard to make it, I’m not going to let you give it to my friend for free when she gave you such a hard time about it,” you frown

“Then go on a date with him!”

you and Yeosang snap your heads toward Wooyoung who smiles cheekily

“What?” you asked, stunned, at the same time that Yeosang hisses out “Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes

“C’mon, you’re both obviously attracted to each other. Just go on one date and you can get the potion for your friend,” he argues

Your eyes dart between the two men

“No, I’m sorry I don’t know what his problem is today. You don’t have to do that if you’re uncomfortable-”

you cut Yeosang off

“I’m fine with it.”

he blinks, momentarily stunned

“What?”

“I’m fine with going on a date if you are,” you reiterate

Yeosang begins to stutter, redness creeping up his neck and onto his face

how cute

“He’s more than fine with it,” Wooyoung answers

“How does next Friday at 6 sound? That new Italian restaurant downtown.”

You snort, finding it quite amusing how you’re going on a date with Yeosang but Wooyoung is the one making all the plans

“Sounds perfect,” you agree

Grabbing the small bottle off the counter, you send a small wink towards Yeosang, who still looks frozen in place

“I’ll see you next week, pretty witch” you call, walking out of the store

as soon as the door closes behind you, Wooyoung takes the opportunity to nod approvingly

“Next time you threaten to send me with Seonghwa, remember all the things I do for you.”

a loud smack is heard, followed by Wooyoung’s high-pitched whine

despite the slight annoyance he feels towards his familiar, there’s only one thing Yeosang can focus on

you called him pretty

bonus cut:

it’s halfway through your amazing dinner with Yeosang when your phone begins to buzz from where it sits in your purse

apologizing profusely, you let Yeosang know that it’s your friend, the one who serves as the whole reason the two of you met in the first place

you move to ignore her call, only for your date to encourage you to answer, suggesting that it might be an emergency

hesitantly, you answer the call, only for you to grow incredibly concerned when all you can hear is your friend sobbing heavily over the speaker

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You glance at Yeosang, who stares at you concerned

“He hates me!” you friend wails through the phone

moving your phone away from your ear a bit, you are incredibly confused and very annoyed that she interrupted your date

“What? Who hates you?”

you don’t notice the way Yeosang grimaces

“THE LOVE OF MY LIFE”

you’re able to piece together what, or rather, who she’s talking about

you shut your eyes, bringing your other hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose

“How much did you use?” you question

“What?” she hiccups

“the potion. how much did you use?”

your friend sniffs

“all of it”

you roll your eyes so hard you feel like they might get stuck in the back of your head

“you’re a fucking idiot,” you tell her bluntly

“I’m heartbroken and you’re calling me an idiot?” she exclaims

“Yes!” you practically yell

“I literally told you not to use all of it.”

“It’s a love potion, why wouldn’t I use all of it?” she defends herself

“it was probably that stupid witch, he probably didn’t even make it right.”

you scoff

“and this is why you’re single” you say, ending the call and angrily shoving your phone back in your purse

“She used all of it?” Yeosang questions, looking concerned but also slightly amused

You sigh and nod your head

“And she tried blaming you for it not working, saying you didn’t know how to make it right.”

Yeosang lets out a small laugh before fixing you with a gaze that makes you blush

“Well at least we can thank her for allowing us to meet.”

“Perhaps it was fate.”

You can’t help but agree

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yunhobug · 1 year

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Yeosang SFW Alphabet

Yeosang x Gn!reader

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requested by @anyamaris

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

he’s quite affectionate but only in private, prefers to do subtle skin ship in public

has a soft spot for linking pinkies

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

WHEN I TELL YOU HE IS SO FUNNY

constantly tries to get you to laugh

he’s also incredibly blunt, which makes him one of the best people to go to for advice

I also don’t see Yeo dating someone he wasn’t previously friends with before

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he likes to cuddle but typically only before bed or during a movie

he likes when you rest against his shoulder or on his arm

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yeosang is a homebody, it’s part of his more introverted nature

he wants to settle down but would want to wait awhile

but he isn’t the best at cooking and cleaning and would need some coaching we all saw how he cooked that egg

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I could see Yeosang wanting to avoid having this conversation for so long

he might even ghost you because he doesn’t want to make you upset or angry

which i’m turn just makes you even more upset

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think commitment scares him a bit so it might take awhile for him to pop the question

don’t doubt he doesn’t want to be with you for a long time but the married title does scare him a bit

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

definitely more gentle physically then emotionally

he has a pretty blunt sense of humor and sometimes things can be interpreted differently than they originally meant too

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

loves hugs! i think sometimes he gets nervous initiating skin ship and would appreciate a partner that could read him well

someone who would be able to tell when he wants a hug without outright saying it

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

again titles and commitment scare him a bit, he isn’t going to move very quickly and would need a partner that would go slow with him

he definitely shows he loves you through actions before he says it out loud

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yeosang isn’t really the jealous type, and if he does happen to get jealous he’ll get a bit sulky before ever getting angry

he understands you aren’t intentionally making him jealous and that it’s his own issue

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

kisses with yeosang and sweet and meaningful, he puts a lot of emotion into his actions and kisses are no exception

he likes to kiss your hands a lot, especially when you’re in public

he also loves when you kiss his collar bones

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Yeo thinks kids are cute, but he tends to be a bit awkward around them

he doesn’t quite know how to act around children but he tries his best

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are typically quiet

he likes to stay with you in bed for as long as possible before getting up to do his workout

would love if you went to work out with him

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are typically also pretty quiet, he likes to curl up into bed with you

maybe watch a movie or show to wind down

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It would definitely take awhile, and he would probably talk to one of the members for advice before opening up to you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

extremely patient with you, he does really well at managing his anger and is incredibly mature

he does a good job at talking to you during fights rather than getting angry

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

definitely forgetful of some thing’s, he is good at remembering the big stuff like anniversaries and birthdays

But some of the small details will be harder for him

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One of his favorite memories was the day he first introduced you to the members, he was super nervous about how they may perceive you but was extremely grateful that you were welcomed with open arms

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Yeo is quite protective of you but shows it in smaller ways

always walks on the busy side of the road and guides you through crowds

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

loves to put in the effort on special occasions but on normal days there isn’t much too it

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

commitment is a hard thing for yeosang, he would need to be completely sure about his partner before moving to the next step

this may cause some doubts in your relationship, the two of you could be going at different paces and insecurities could arise

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s very concerned in the beginning but as time passes his attitude towards his own looks loosens up a bit

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Honestly no, Yeosang loves you but he wouldn’t feel incomplete without you

He misses you a ton but your absence don’t change how he goes about his day

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Yeosang loves to get you flowers and anytime he gets you a new bouquet he’ll always take one flower from it to keep, so he can tell when they start to wilt

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don’t think he would want to date someone who doesn’t have good hygiene and someone who doesn’t take care of themselves

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t like to cuddle while he’s sleeping, you guy’s typically have a reserved cuddle time before actually going to bed

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atzhrts · 1 year

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✦:˒ ateez hyung line masterlist ◞⁺☆．

everything that is not marked with a <3 is smut | minors DNI

ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 park seonghwa

his kinks

eating pussy

threesome with hongjoong

ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 kim hongjoong

threesome with seonghwa

his kinks

ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 jeong yunho

hands

threesome with jongho

ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 kang yeosang

!! feel free to request anything !!

･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 all members

making out

waking them up because of a nightmare <3

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jaehunnyy · 1 year

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Invisible string

Genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff (in the end)

Word count: 0.8k

Pairing: florist!Yeosang x gn!reader

Warnings: usage of pet names, mentions of break-up, heartbreak descriptions, possible grammar mistakes haha

Requested by: @i-luvsang (song: Invisible string - Taylor Swift)

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Days and nights were a concept that Kang Yeosang had forgotten a while ago. Minutes seemed hours, hours seemed months, and months seemed years for the blonde boy, since the day he realized that he was stuck in a world without you. He woke up in the middle of the night again, desperately searching for warmth, for his comfort—you. The darkness in his room indicated that it was still too early for him to be awake, the only source of light coming from the headlamps outside. The dim glow of the little gold accessory he was wearing constantly was visible even in the dark, becoming the only way he could feel close to you. It still hurt him.

It's been 3 months since you had to leave to another country to chase your dream, and he had no choice but to let you go; not because he wanted to, but because he loved you. He didn't want to be a barrier between you and your future career, he thought he could bear watching you from the distance. And oh, how naive he was for that. But nonetheless, life kept going on, and he had to accept this and look forward, in order to be able to see you again.

Knowing that he won't be able to get any sleep, he decided that he could at least do something productive—so he left his comfy bed and went to the flower shop he owned, right across the street. The fresh perfume of his flowers made him grin a bit, at least there was still something that could make his heart fill with joy. Yeosang decided that the best thing he could do was to keep himself busy, so that's when he started to clean and organize the shelves, until the unavoidable happened and he fell asleep, head surrounded by the white rose petals, which made him stand out more than anytime.

For you, things were not the same either. You kept thinking about him, and San, your best friend, wasn't helping much. He always told you about Yeosang and how much he suffered, that's how you knew he still loved you the same. Though at some point, you decided that you've had enough. You could have a career anywhere, but your love was there, and you needed to have him back. You were ready to get inside your once shared house, but something else got your attention—the enlightened flower shop. You wondered if he left the lights open when he finished working, but when the windows allowed you to see a blonde haired guy, sleeping with his head on his arms, leaning on the desk, you realized that your actions were behind this. You got inside the shop carefully not to wake him up, and got closer to the desk, a bright, sincere smile stretching your lips.

"Sang… i missed you, angel," you whispered softly, your hands finding their way in his fluffy hair.

He flinched a bit and woke up from his light sleep, facing you—the love of his life. He thought he was dreaming, the most beautiful dream he's had in a while, but everything about you was precious to him, even when you weren't his anymore.

"Y/N…?" he stood up from his seat, his first instinct being to touch you, to see if you were truly real.

"It's really me, Yeosang. I'm back, for you." you smiled again, your arms wrapping around his neck softly, hugging him tight. He returned the hug immediately, almost taking your breath away, just to replace it with the pure love rushing through his veins.

The same gold bracelet adorning your wrist caught his attention, making him smile with sincerity for the first time in a while.

"You still have it…" he whispered, grabbing your hand and placing a sweet kiss on it.

"Of course, baby. One single thread of gold tied me to you, forever."

He could feel his eyes getting teary, he loved and missed you that much.

"Even if our home didn't feel the same without you, I was glad you were pursuing your dream—otherwise, I wouldn't have had the power to let you leave me."

"I realized that home is where the people you love the most are, Yeosang. And you are my home, the one I'll never leave again."

"It was hard without you. I was wondering if we could wrap all of our past mistakes in barbed wire, and be there for each other," he stared softly at you, his eyes holding the whole universe in them.

"Of course, my love! We will be on each other's side, from now on."

He nuzzled contentedly into your neck, just like a little kid who found his lost parent. Even your separation felt right at that moment, cause it only seemed to bring the two of you closer. The gold thread that bonded the two of you had also tied your hearts, marking them with each other's love, forever.

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yuyusuyu · 9 months

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blurred lines and lies — 01. a line throughout the years

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

warnings. mentions of food. if there's anything i should add, please let me know!

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EVER since the beginning, it was just you and him.

you and yeosang.

yeosang and you.

it's weird, now that you think about it, how you managed to become friends with him. he was older than you by two years so you never saw him at school and you never interacted with him. your mom likes to say that it's because your family moved next door to his family, and how she and yeosang’s mom were childhood best friends and are still as such even now.

“it was purely a coincidence,” your mom told you once while you washed the dishes. “i didn’t know we were neighbors until i walked out at the same time she did with her son.”

yes, maybe your mom was right to a certain extent. you guys did, most definitely, meet each other because of each other’s moms, but becoming friends was another thing entirely. you think it's because yeosang just wanted to have someone around (you know you're right because yeosang never answers when you ask him about this).

regardless of the circumstances, you and yeosang were always together. you guys just clicked, falling into each other like puzzle pieces. at the age of six and eight, you and yeosang would have playdates, one of you two going to the other’s home after finishing homework and playing until it was time for one to go take a bath.

at the age of ten and twelve, yeosang began to grow into himself and you were always there to lend your shoulder to him as he struggled to voice his thoughts. when you entered middle school, yeosang had just entered his final year there. you wanted to experience everything middle school had to offer, your enthusiasm extending over to the overpriced middle school dance. even though yeosang had just grown accustomed to his introvertive ways, he still bought tickets with his allowance and took you to the dance, both of you leaving early—because it sucked—and spending the night over at yeosang’s while the two of you shared a bucket of vanilla ice cream—because yeosang hated strawberries—while making fun of how bad the dance was.

at the age of fourteen and sixteen, you had entered your final year of middle school while yeosang was in his second year of high school. you were starting to learn about yourself just as yeosang finally finished learning about who he was. yeosang was there to lend you his shoulder just as you did years ago. then it was your middle school graduation. you had been feeling sad, knowing yeosang wouldn’t be able to make it because he had finals that day. while you walked to receive your middle school certificate, you heard the one voice you wanted to hear. when your eyes looked everywhere in the gym as you walked back to your seat, it was then that you saw yeosang by the doors, holding a stupidly large bouquet of flowers that both of you knew would die within a week. he smiled a smile so big that you found your heart leaping and wanting to run over to him. it was then that fourteen year old you knew that you felt something for him.

at the age of sixteen and eighteen, you were in your second year of high school and yeosang was in his last. though you were sad that he’d be leaving soon, you were so excited for him. you couldn’t wait to know what school he’d get into, couldn’t wait to see him walk and get his diploma while you’d give him a stupidly large bouquet of flowers that you both knew would die within a week, and you just couldn’t wait to see who he’d become and what he’d do after graduating. you were there for him every step of the way, you were there when he got an email from his dream college. you saw how he nervously opened the email and ended up hugging you and spinning you around from how happy he was that he got in. you were there to help him study for his finals, you were there when he finally went to his first and last prom that year, you were there when he finally walked and got his diploma and finally gave him that stupidly large bouquet of flowers.

but at the age of seventeen and nineteen, things changed.

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starrysvn · 2 years

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married in vegas | kang yeosang

pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader

genre: ex friends to lovers au, CEO au

synopsis: you dated kang yeosang in high school, making him your parent's worst nightmare. unfortunately for them, right now, he was your best chance at becoming your father's company's CEO.

warnings: fluff, d r a m a, a lil angst, smut (-18 DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), drinking

word count: ~10k

author’s note: third installment of the married in vegas series is here! i hope you’ll like this one and don’t forget to check the other ones out c;

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“Kang Yeosang I’m going to fucking kill you”

Storming in your family’s business rival's office first thing on Monday morning was not how you’d envisioned the start of the week. Actually, you would rather be sitting at a cafè nursing a warm coffee, but unfortunately life never went according to plan. Stepping out of the car in front of the building, you felt the eyes of the whole world on you.

And to top it all off, when you slammed the door to his office shut behind you, he simply turned around in his chair and welcomed you with a smug smile painted on his pretty lips and a fake air of surprise in his eyes. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

Blood boiling, you stomped forward until you reached his desk. Yeosang sported a stupid smirk, one you wished you could just swipe off his face with a loud smack. But you had manners,

“Are you completely deranged!?”

Almost.

You could see he was trying his best to mask a laugh, and only raised a brow instead. “Whatever could you possibly mean?” only he knew perfectly what you meant, and his mocking of the situation did nothing but fuel your anger. Just who had he become in college?

“I mean you pissing off my father for the whole event last night and sending him into the ultimate spiral, which he took out on me over the phone the second he got home!”

Yeosang now sported a proud smile. You rolled your eyes as he leaned forwards and rested his chin on his hand.

“Well, I can see who you got that from”

“I’m serious about this!” you scoffed, not believing this was the first conversation you were having with him in years. “He’s already offered a merger to the Jeong’s company, thanks to you he’s going to marry me off in point two seconds!” you groaned, finally letting yourself plop down on a nearby chair.

The silence that settled was thick, you could almost hear the gears in Yeosang’s head turn. You knew him well enough to know that it meant he was up to no good.

The relationship you shared with him was one of a kind for sure. It dated back to high school, when you made everybody talk in hushed whispers as you strolled down the halls hand in hand. Everybody was aware of your families’ dislike for the other, you and Yeosang dating was nothing short of the hottest gossip of the century.

Everybody loved it.

And your parents hated it.

They had been rivals in business for at least two generations, your fathers were always at each other’s throats to try and one up the other. Both your family and his had tried, in vain, to tear you two apart. Nothing worked, of course, because you and him were faking it.

Nothing gave your teenage selves more exhilaration than pissing off your parents. With them not being around much and neglecting you, it was hard to get their attention. No amount of perfect grades and extra credits could do the trick; in their eyes, you were only dutifully doing your job. But having a significant other to distract you from acing your way through high school, well, that was something that could tick them off. That significant other being the child of your business rival...

You thrived off of the high of disobeying, breaking curfew, sneaking out and making people talk. You loved how everyone thinking of you as the modern-day Romeo and Juliet, finally getting to stay together, angered your parents beyond belief.

“An article just came out” Yeosang giggled from his spot on the floor. You two had sneaked to the roof for lunch, not really feeling like putting up too much of a show in the school’s cafeteria.

“Another one? It’s like the second of the week!” you laughed, taking a bite out of your sandwich and leaning over his shoulder to peep at his phone.

“The heir to the Kang’s company is yet again causing trouble with his Juliet: the couple of high-schoolers was caught at an arcade downtown over the weekend-”

“Stop!” you giggled, making him look away from his phone with a bemused smile. The silence that settled was welcomed and comfortable, the muffled sounds of the city below you serving as white noise.

“Don’t you ever get tired?” you asked then, feeling his eyes shift onto you. “I thought the worst they could do was the school paper, but real magazines? Just how much do they like to pry?”

Yeosang shrugged, understanding the feeling. No matter how hard you tried, you could never escape your families’ shadows. That’s why you made a deal to make the most out of it. When he offered you a simple pat on the shoulder, you shot him a grateful smile.

That, sadly, came to a halt when you were unwillingly shipped overseas for college. Admittedly, although you were reluctant at first, being away from them felt like a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders. There was nothing much you could do to escape your parents’ decision, and you were sure a part of you didn’t even want to fight it, after all, you had enjoyed the anonymity that came with being away from your family.

But if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, one had settled over your heart; you came to miss Yeosang’s company. By then, you realized, you’d gotten used to seeing him every day in school and spending most of your free time with him. In the beginning, it was quite awkward, and you remembered having to try hard to even get a word out of him when you faked a date away from your fellow student’s eyes.

But as time went by, you started to appreciate his quiet but comfortable company, you felt as if he were the only one to understand, and over the years you started to consider him a friend. There were some things that only he understood, that you couldn’t run to your other friends for – those who enjoyed the type of life you felt trapped in.

That night you simply sent him a text, asking to meet at your usual spot. At this late hour there was no one at the park, just you and the far away sounds of the city. Your last day of high school had come and gone; you couldn’t even enjoy it because of the news you were given just as you stepped foot into your house. As soon as your father’s words sank in, you disappeared in your room for the whole afternoon, phone off and discarded somewhere.

The words echoed in your head as you mulled over them, laying down on your bed and staring at your blank ceiling. Your first thought had been to rebel against it, as per with every decision your parents made for you. Your second one was that finally you could escape them and all that came attached to your name, making the initial anger subside. And finally, you thought of Yeosang. Once you started though, you couldn’t stop; what would he say, if he’d care. Ultimately, just after texting him, if he’d be sorry you were leaving.

Because, with just thoughts of him swirling in your head, deep down you knew you’d be.

“I’m leaving” you whispered as soon as you heard him sit down on the swing beside you. Although it was late night, the air suddenly felt as heavy and hot as it was during the day. You didn’t dare look at him.

“My parents enrolled me in an American university, I didn’t stick around long enough to hear which one” you huffed, a quick, forlorn smile making its appearance on your lips. “I’m leaving late this summer”

It was quiet again for a little while, and when you turned to look at him, Yeosang was staring ahead, his hand gripping the swing’s chain tightly. “I’m sorry” you murmured finally.

“Why are you sorry?” You shrugged, looking away the moment his eyes found yours.

“You wanna go, don’t you? You’d be rambling on and on about how much you hate them and that they can go to hell for all you care, if you didn’t” there was a ghost of a smile on his face that you couldn’t quite place, just as you couldn’t the sadness in his voice. “And then you’d be plotting absurd ways to escape this”

When he looked at you, you kinda felt like crying, and you didn’t know why.

That night Yeosang walked you back home, hugging you goodbye and clinging onto you like he never wanted to let you go. You replayed the moment he held you, the closest he ever had, in your head until you fell asleep. You didn’t hear from him until the day you were leaving, a single text message lighting up your phone wishing you a safe flight.

The inevitable fallout that followed your distance pained you a little. Sometimes you wandered how he was doing, if things had gotten better for him, if he was still the same. If you ever crossed his mind, just like he did yours. Some nights your head got you thinking that maybe he didn’t value your friendship like you did his, and you got to wishing you had a true, valid excuse to call him. To ask him.

Because why would you call your fake high school sweetheart, when all that you shared was frustration and mutual understanding of the resentment of your respective families? Then you wondered about that one last hug, why had he held you like that?

With time you stopped your conflicted wondering and started accepting that your paths had crossed and uncrossed.

But like muscle memory, calling up Yeosang was your immediate response to the mention of arranged marriage. Dialing his number whenever you wanted to vent about your parents making life-changing decisions about your own life, was like second nature. However, once you found yourself staring at his caller ID, you hesitated. You weren’t friends anymore; you didn’t know who he became while you were away.

Maybe he didn’t want to hear from you, maybe his parents had roped him into a marriage just like yours. Or maybe he had actually found someone. You didn’t want to impose. You didn’t want to turn his life upside down in case he’d found some sort of balance; staying out of the way was the least you could do.

So, like all the times you wanted to but didn’t, you hadn’t called.

You went on a few dates with the son of the CEO of the company your father wanted to merge with and stayed quiet. And while you didn't think much of it, unfortunately, your parents thought this newfound compliance of yours towards their wishes to be absolutely endearing. It was all they ever wanted from you, but never managed to get. If you had a dime for every time you’d heard the sentence “I knew some time away would clear your head”, you’d be even richer.

Despite granting their wishes, you stalled as much as possible. Marriage was the last thing on your mind. As you went on those dates, you were scurrying to make a plan, find an alternative. Clearly, it gave your parents the wrong impression.

That’s when Kang Yeosang, unbeknownst to you, decided to intervene. And thus, as if no time ever passed, throwing all of your doubts out the window, you stormed into his father’s company’s building, earning side eyes and surprised glances. Every ticking step of your heels was accompanied by a hushed whisper.

And now here you were, in his office, talking to him after years.

“Let’s get married” the simple words made you crash back into reality, taking your breath away and sending your heart plummeting down your stomach. All you could voice, though, was a strangled “what!?”

“Let’s get ma-”

“I understood perfectly the first time around, what the hell do you mean let’s get married?!” your eyes must’ve been blown out of your sockets for Yeosang to look at you so bemusedly.

“Exactly what it means” he asserted with a casual shrug, crossing his arms over his chest. You tsked at how nonchalantly he was proposing such an idea. “Our families would literally chase us down and chain us to them if we did” you reasoned.

“And what about it?” he lifted a brow, clearly challenging you to find a counter argument. “Yeosang…”

“C’mon, Y/N, let’s raise a little hell. It’s not like we didn’t before”

“We’re talking about marriage here, Yeosang, not dating and running around past curfew. This has implications, huge ones at that” but he just rolled his eyes, perfectly aware of what he was saying.

“Don’t tell me you really want to go about marrying Jeong now” those simple words caused ruckus in your stomach. Just how many people knew about this? How much did your father gloat about the merger of the century and your mother about the wedding of the year?

“You know about that?” the way your voice sounded small and helpless launched Yeosang back in time, when you would complain about your parents treating you like a puppet. He understood perfectly back then, just as he did now.

“Everybody does, Y/N” he didn’t want to be the one to break the news to you, but your parents made it look like a done deal. Yeosang wouldn't be surprised if it was.

“What I’m saying is that you’re about to be selected as CEO of your father’s company under condition that you marry his strongest ally, which is pretty unfair if you ask me” Yeosang said, making your mind push back thoughts of disgust towards this system in favor of listening to him. He leaned forward, elbows on the table and head resting on his hand. “But our fathers can’t see past their pride; they don’t realize that the two biggest companies right now are theirs”

“So by marrying you…” the mischievous glint in his eyes was familiar to you, the same one they had when he’d propose you two sneak out to go to the movies and then waited for you in his car in front of your house. The puzzle slowly begun to piece itself together in your head.

“You’d become your company’s CEO without having to marry Jeong, and all the press would suck up to you – and not your father – for successfully merging the two biggest companies on the market” he concluded, the cleanest smirk adorning his face. “That’s a pretty big fuck you to daddy if you ask me”

In the silence of the room, you tried to make sense of your jumbled thoughts.

Here’s what you knew: you wanted to become CEO of your father’s company. But you didn’t agree with having to marry someone in order to become it. What’s more, you didn’t want to marry a stranger. You also knew there was no other way.

You knew Yeosang, though. You two had done this before. You knew you shared the same frustration about your parents meddling with your lives, he was a friend. If you had to succumb one last time to your father’s wishes to get what you wanted, then you’d do it on your terms.

Your lips curved into a smirk as your let your eyes meet Yeosang’s. He was already looking at you expectantly. Why would he do this was the last question that crossed your mind, but you figured you’d find out sooner or later.

An idea slowly formed in your mind.

“I’m flying to Las Vegas for a conference next week” you said.

“What a coincidence” he winked.

And just like that, you felt pervaded by the same air of freedom that you breathed in as you ran down the school hallways hand in hand with Yeosang, the same rush that sneaking back into the house at ungodly hours after being with him brought you; it finally felt like you were holding your life in your hands again.

“Seonghwa, I need you to lie to my dad until I leave for the US” when you got back to your own office, you had immediately called in your assistant.

“What about?” not even concerned anymore, he simply took a seat across from you, a little smug smile on his face. “A little birdy told me you visited Kang’s building today” he wiggled his brows, making you huff in annoyance.

“You need to stop texting Hongjoong during work hours” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s none of your business anyway, but if he ask where I'm headed, tell him it isn't Las Vegas”

"Doesn't he know you'll be attending KQ Tech's conference?"

With just a shake of your head, Seonghwa smirked knowingly. You didn’t worry too much though; you knew he would help in any way he could, even if it meant dealing with your mother in your place.

“I’ll try not to think too hard about why you and Kang both will be attending, then” he winked, getting up from his seat and walking up to the door. You looked at him dumbfounded. “H-how do you know about that?” you asked, surprised.

“Hongjoong” with one last laugh, he walked out, ignoring your calling after him to get back and tell him how many more people could know about this. Finally, you gave up, sighing as you slumped down on your chair, hoping your secret would be safe for a week.

When the day you were supposed to fly out to Las Vegas came, it started off alright. You had a nice shower – even though it was five in the morning – and a peaceful breakfast. After checking your suitcase one last time, you strolled down to your car in the silence of the early morning.

Then, your mom decided to call. Apparently, she caught wind of Yeosang’s presence at the conference. All the peacefulness you had gathered, was quick to shatter into a billion pieces. Assuring her time and time again that the reason why you'd be in the same city as him was not the conference, wasn't enough. It was like she could smell bullshit through the phone, so you gave up. Yet again, she was making sure you knew not to talk to him, or approach him, and that other business partners and rivals would be attending. You knew very well what that meant; think of how it’d look like if you talked to him when everyone knows of the merger – rumors would spread like wildfire, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we, honey?

Rolling your eyes as she made you swear to not even look in his direction, you insisted that you needed to hang up or you wouldn’t be allowed on the plane. Not true, of course, but as your car slowed down in front of the airport and you saw Yeosang standing there, dashing as you’d never seen him in his total black outfit, you didn’t think you would’ve been able to bear any more of her blabbing.

When he noticed you, he hurried over to help you with your suitcase. His hushed “morning” accompanied by a cheeky wink didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you could only thank fuck that you were wearing a mask to hide at least half of your shocked expression. You didn’t remember him being this upfront in high school.

“Yes, mom, I won’t talk to him, look at him, stand in his immediate vicinity or breathe his air, now I need to go” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose as Yeosang quietly chuckled. You glared at him, and he simply shook his head to hide a laugh, starting to walk to the entrance.

Feeling another wave of insufferable rambling coming, you decided to cut it off before she could finally talk your ear off. “Mom! I got it, no interactions with Kang Yeosang under absolutely no circumstances, I really have to go, bye” angrily hanging up the phone, you then carelessly threw it in you bag. You swore this woman lived to get on your last nerve.

Yeosang was just standing there, both your suitcases at his sides, and you could see his smile behind his mask. “Already breaking your promises, Y/L/N” he shook his head disapprovingly. “How disappointing”

It took about three seconds before you both started laughing, and again it felt like no time at all had passed. Like in front of you was still the same Yeosang who quietly distracted you in class when you mentioned you’d fought with your parents that same morning. Like the Yeosang you knew.

“Should we go?” you asked, shaking that image from your mind. He nodded, walking behind you, still carrying both suitcases.

When you found out that your seat was right beside his, you looked at him pointedly. He shrugged saying that “it’s not my fault fate decided we share this thirteen hours side by side, love” and simply plopping down on his seat. Eyes wide, you huffed, speechless, before sitting down as well.

The flight ahead was a long one, so you hoped you could fall asleep for most of it. You knew your thoughts would run wild if you let them, and you didn’t want to change your mind. As big of a step this was, it was the only way you could, at least in part, be the master of your own destiny.

Despite your dreams of marrying for love being trampled on all your life, a small part of you had always hoped you’d find a way out. That somehow, there was a way in which one aspect of your life could still be for you and not for them.

Yeosang’s hand came to rest just above your knee, halting the nervous bouncing of your leg. His eyes held worry in them but also understanding. After all, he was sacrificing a lot too.

“We can find a way around this, you know that, right?” his voice was soft, and you had to admit your heart skipped a beat. “We don’t have to do this if-”

“I know, but it’s alright” your mom’s words echoed in your mind, and the more they did, the less you doubted your decision to be on this plane. “They set a date” you whispered. “I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of controlling another aspect of my life”

Yeosang nodded, eyes suddenly dark. He didn’t speak much after that, if only to argue that “Twilight is just bad, stop calling it a classic” when you suggested to watch a movie to kill some time. You heard the smirk in his voice when he said that and played the movie just to spite him. Yeosang cackled, dutifully watching the movie – and the majority of the sequels – for the rest of the flight.

When you landed, a horrible kink in your neck reminded you of how you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, with his cheek gently resting against the top of your head. Reminder of the fact was also the sweet, old lady that sat beside you on the plane – who wished you and Yeosang a wonderful time in Vegas, a knowing smile on her lips.

And if you had been too taken aback by her words to respond, then Yeosang hadn’t, thanking her and immediately after taking your hand in his to drag you to baggage claim.

“So, when are we getting married?”

At first the silence at the table had been a little awkward, and the small talk didn’t help either, but after a little while – and a few glasses of wine – it had gotten better. For the first time in your life, you were having trouble staying focused on what Yeosang was saying, or what you were saying for that matter. Admittedly, he had always been cute, but he had grown to be distractingly handsome. And you couldn’t help but dare to look at him twice, tracing with your eyes his sculpture-like features before remembering you were supposed to pay attention.

But after all the catching up was done, and he had made you laugh like you hadn’t in a while, the question had slipped out almost unintentionally.

You could see Yeosang almost choke on his wine, making you hide your amused smile. He cleared his voice, putting down his glass. “I guess anytime before the conference? Why, eager to become Mrs. Kang?”

And with a raise of brow, seemingly recovering flawlessly from his previous shock, he made you a little dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol. Definitely. Not the prospect of actually becoming his wife.

“More like eager to stop getting texts from my mother about wedding dress fittings” you rolled your eyes, pushing aside those fluttering feelings.

Truth was, she was being quite restless about it, pushing you more and more with each message and appointment added to your calendar. You figured it was her way of reminding you that up until now, you didn’t have any sort of “rebellious tantrums” – like she called them – unlike you used to, and it wasn’t time to start having any. For months you did what you were told, and maybe the fact that you were away, let alone in the same place as Kang Yeosang, had her on edge.

If she only knew, you thought.

You didn’t want any of this, and she was lucky you couldn’t exactly yell at her over the phone that you weren’t getting married to that idiotic, daddy’s boy they were trying so hard to saddle you with.

Perhaps Yeosang noticed how you got quiet all of a sudden, eyes downcast on the glass your hands were playing with, or realized how actually taxing this had been for you to handle; so then, you shouldn’t have been surprised when he muttered a “let’s go”.

“What?” your head snapped up in his direction.

“Let’s go get married, the sooner we do it, the sooner we can register it” he offered you his hand, which you took without hesitation. Yeosang didn’t question when you dragged him to the gift shop of the hotel. Though he looked around a little lost, hand still in yours, as you snooped through the aisles.

“I don’t think they’re going to marry us here” he humored, making you stop dead in your tracks. You turned around, looking at him with an ironic smile. “No shit Sherlock, I just need to do something” he furrowed his brows in confusion, but quietly followed along. At first.

“How long is it going to take?” he asked yet again, confused as to why you were still looking around and not picking up anything. It was reaching minute ten of wandering around and he was growing perplexed with each passing second.

“It’d take less if you stopped complaining and started helping”

“I don’t even know why we’re in here!” Yeosang protested.

“I need something blue” you simply shrugged, realization sparking up his eyes. You kept on looking around, until finally he tapped on your shoulder. When you turned, Yeosang was standing there, holding a blue t-shirt with the most horrendous print on it that read “I went to Las Vegas and all I got was this lousy t-shirt”.

“If you want, I’ll wear the one that has “it’s my 65th birthday and I’m spending it in Vegas” on it” he offered, barely holding back a laugh. “It’s the only other blue one in my size” You scoffed, prompting him to absolutely lose it. You didn’t remember his laugh being so contagious, nor this wholesome.

“This is ridiculous, but alright” you finally allowed, wiping a tear.

Once paid, you finally ventured to downtown Las Vegas, amazed by the livelihood of the streets, the bright lights, and the number of impersonators on the streets. Arms linked as you walked, you passed a few chapels, none catching your eye. You had to drag Yeosang away from each and every Elvis impersonator inviting you to their chapel; he claimed it’d be funny to get married by him, you thought otherwise.

In the end, you settled on just entering the next one you saw. To your dismay, and his giddiness, the officiant was none other than Elvis.

(“The things I’d give to see our parents’ faces seeing us getting married by a fucking Elvis impersonator” he chuckled amusedly. Suddenly his idea didn’t seem as bad as it did before.)

As you were signing the papers, Yeosang tugged you aside.

“Figured this could be your something borrowed” he slipped one of his rings into your hand. You furrowed your brows, looking up at him confused. He was sporting a faint blush on his cheeks and was carefully avoiding your eyes. “You mentioned that you only missed the something borrowed, so I figured...” his voice trailed off, a hand going to scratch the back of his neck.

“Thanks” you were quick to reassure him. As you looked into his warm eyes, your voice faltered a little, and he finally looked at you. Yeosang had an air of giddiness surrounding him, one you couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was his strange obsession with Elvis impersonators. When he quickly squeezed your hand, you knew you were doing the right thing.

“Ready to get married?” before the doors to the actual chapel, he offered you his arm. You took it. “As I’ll ever be”

When the next morning you woke up and saw the thin wedding band on your finger, you smiled. Your smile only got wider when you read one of your mother’s texts.

We’re very proud of you for going through with this.

You laughed. A hearty, genuinely amused laugh. Looking down, you saw that you were wearing the atrocious blue shirt and laughed a little harder. You’d done it.

“What are you so happy about?” you almost screamed as Yeosang emerged from a mountain of blankets, peeping his equally horrendous blue shirt on him. You turned your phone around, letting him see the text and watching as an equally amused grin adorned his lips. “Well, I bet she is, don’t you think, Mrs. Kang?”

The second the words left his mouth you were left breathless for a second. Yeosang was sitting there, hair a mess on his head, barely awake with sleep in his eyes and the prettiest smile on his face, making your stomach twist and turn with knots of unknown emotion.

Maybe your brain was short circuiting – you’d definitely blame this on lack of sleep later – but he didn’t seem to protest when you crashed into his chest, arms flying around his neck and holding him close. It took only a few seconds before his arms snaked around your waist, tugging you closer.

“Thank you” you mumbled in the crook of his neck. You wanted to say so much more, but you couldn’t quite put into words how much it meant to you that Yeosang offered to help you like this. You did wonder why he would do this, but you still didn’t know how to ask.

He only held you closer, before letting you go.

It was silent for a second, the more you looked at Yeosang, the more you felt at a loss for words. The air wasn’t uncomfortable, but it did feel like something shifted, making it a little harder to breathe anyway.

“Why are you in my bed?” you suddenly asked, finally looking at him. Yeosang looked a little alarmed at first, eyes wide, and it took a moment to remember.

You didn’t quite know how you ended up wearing a little white veil on your head, or why you were currently dancing on a table, but it sure felt fun. The most fun you’d had in a while. It became even more fun when you dragged a buzzed Yeosang on top of the table with you.

“Give it up for my husband!” you yelled as he stumbled close to you, an arm still carefully wrapped around your waist. The crowd of drunken patrons of the club cheered loudly, making you laugh. When you looked at Yeosang you found him hiding his face behind his free hand, but smiley, nonetheless.

He wasn’t as drunk as you, and it didn’t take long for him to convince you to step down. As he led you to a less crowded area, hand resting on the small of your back, you think you complained about him being no fun a few times.

It was only when you came to a stop that you turned around to look at him in the eyes. Whatever you wanted to say next, however, was drowned out by the DJ's voice.

“Everybody, I’ve just been told there’s a couple of newlyweds in the crowd! So, upon request from the bride’s best friend Sasha, we’re going to slow it down for a little bit. This one’s for you guys, congratulations!”

You looked at Yeosang shocked; a huge, incredulous smile making your mouth hang open in surprise. He just laughed as the first notes of I Can’t Help Falling in Love started playing. You offered him a hand, which he took and used to pull you flush against him, arms snaking around your waist. You let yours drape around his neck, starting to sway.

“Who the fuck is Sasha, by the way?” he asked, making you giggle.

“I met her in the toilets, we’re best friends now” Yeosang scoffed, and you playfully smacked the back of his head.

Neither of you said much, and you took a moment to drink in how ethereal he looked in the lights surrounding you. The first few buttons of his white shirt were undone, his collarbones peeping out. When you looked up to him, you knew you’d been caught staring. You didn’t think you cared.

Yeosang looked just the littlest bit bashful, but you caught a smug smile fleeting from his lips. Your eyes lingered there, perhaps a second too long, and you didn’t see it coming when he kissed you. It was as if sparks started flying, making you dizzier than the alcohol had. He tasted sweet like the drink you made him try, making you want more.

Only when you felt like your lungs were about to burn, you broke away – breaths mingling, and barely an inch apart.

“Promise me it’ll be like high school” you found yourself saying, unable to hold your tongue, hoping he’d catch it over the song fading out. “I really did miss you when I left” in the dim lights of the club, you couldn’t make out the way he looked at you, but you knew it made your heart swell a little.

“I promise” he said, his lips brushing against yours, before he kissed you again.

Yeosang cleared his voice, you noticed how his fingers were playing with his wedding band.

“You were pretty drunk, and asked me to stay” he shrugged, throwing a smile your way. You just nodded, awkwardly smiling back. He didn’t think you remembered.

“Thanks for making sure I didn’t do anything too stupid” you sighed. “And for staying”

Yeosang nodded, starting to get off the bed. You watched him go, saying you’d meet him at breakfast so you could talk about the details of registering the marriage as soon as you got back. You preferred to not think about why the way he scurried out of your room left you with a sour taste in your mouth.

The next day, after you spent the rest of the day prior awkwardly dancing around Yeosang, you woke up with your stomach twisted in anxious knots. It was the day of the conference. None of the attendees knew of your wedding, and its implications, but they’d care soon enough. Especially business partners and rivals. You didn’t know why you felt this nervous about a conference that you really didn’t need to attend if not to represent your father’s company.

Maybe it was the thought of having to deal with slimy, ignorant old men who thought women didn’t really have a place in businesses like these. The after-conference small talk with champagne and finger food buffets were always the most dreaded parts of events for you.

Countless hours spent trying to prove your intelligence and passion to people who only really saw you as an entitled daddy’s daughter, always left you tired and angry, no matter how hard you tried to not let it get to you.

Or, maybe, it was that you were keeping a huge secret from everyone in the room, and you were terribly afraid they’d find out just by looking at you.

Either way, your buzzing nerves didn’t do much to help the awkward tension between you and Yeosang. You two quietly had breakfast together, before sharing a silent ride to the hotel hosting the conference.

“See you on the other side” he joked anyway, before walking in. “Remember, don’t breathe my air!” echoing you mother’s words, he threw you one last wink and disappeared behind the hall doors. You scoffed a laugh, before walking in yourself.

As you did every time you had to attend these events, you gave yourself only and hour to talk to people. It was all you could take before inevitably, after the umpteenth jab or backhanded compliment thrown at you, you’d cuss someone out.

So, when the conference ended, you immediately set off to stand as near to the exit as possible with a flute of champagne in your hand. From time to time, you’d catch Yeosang’s eyes in the crowd, before swiftly looking away. It wasn’t as bad as you thought, only getting uncomfortable when your father’s business partners came up to you with a knowing glint in their eyes.

As someone mentioned the merger of the year for at least the fifth time, you almost cried tears of joy when your eyes fell on your watch. Only ten minutes left. A familiar head of hair was also making his way towards the exit doors as he talked to someone.

You politely slipped out of the circle that formed around you, not really caring about the harm to your reputation if somebody saw you walk out with Yeosang. They had a bigger storm coming.

“Miss Y/L/N!” you stopped dead in your tracks.

Well, shit.

“Mr. Jeong” you smiled curtly, turning around.

“Leaving already?” everything about this man irked you, and it wasn’t only because he was supposed to become your father-in-law. “I thought you graced these events with an hour of your time” his tone laced with badly hidden sarcasm.

“Unfortunately, I have to get to the airport in time, I have to get home as soon as possible” used to lying through your teeth, it sounded like the truth. Mr. Jeong nodded, muttering about understanding perfectly and guessing “work can wait when you have to try on wedding dresses”.

You scoffed, feeling angrier as the seconds ticked by. About an hour of allusions like this one had you ready to quite literally spit fire, but you needed to save face.

“I wouldn’t neglect work for something that trivial” you didn’t think the grip you had on your flute could get any tighter than it was, until he put a hand on your upper arm. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get…”

“I know you wouldn’t” he cut you off, sounding exactly like he was saying the opposite of what he meant. “I just had to make sure work was still a priority, you know, since you’ll be marrying my-”

“Hands off my wife” a chill ran down your spine, hearing Yeosang saying the dreaded words with a voice so low and threatening. You almost didn’t even recognize it, not until his familiar hand grasped yours and pulled you to him.

Mr. Jeong drew back, realization dawning in his eyes as your heart fell to your stomach. No doubt he’d call your father in the next five minutes. This wasn’t exactly how you’d planned things to go. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you took a deep breath.

“Your wife, huh?” he raised a brow, repeating the words as to digest the new piece of information. As the seconds ticked by, and his eyes bounced between you and Yeosang, he seemed to realize the man holding you close was not cracking some poorly executed joke, and that his chance at a merger with one of the biggest companies on the market had been taken away from him. His eyes fell on your rings.

“I’m sorry Mr. Jeong” you started, absolutely fuming and unwilling to let anyone talk over you again. You took a step towards him. Yeosang seemed reluctant to let go of you but did anyway. “But the conditions for me to become CEO were to bring about a successful merger with the strongest ally my company could afford to have” you smiled sweetly, but your voice couldn’t have been icier.

“And since I take my job seriously, I know that Mr. Kang’s is” you saw anger flash in his eyes, but before he could speak another word, you were already turning around. “Now you’ll really have to excuse me” you caught Yeosang’s hand again, dragging him out of the hall.

You didn’t stop walking, not as you felt everyone’s eyes on the two of you, not even when surprised murmurs made their way through the hall and followed you out of it. You didn’t stop until you got to your car, a little out of breath from the way you speed walked there in heels, seemingly dragging a grown man behind you.

Another silent car ride later, Yeosang was awfully quiet as he watched you go round the room in circles, breathing heavily. He knew what was about to come, but never in a million years he would’ve guessed to be the subject of your ire. So, when you stopped walking and finally turned to face him, he braced for impact.

“What the fuck was that?” you let your arms drop down to your sides as you asked. “We agreed on keeping this to ourselves until we got back” you sighed, strangely your voice was lacking the angry bite it had before, sounding a little desperate instead. “Now everyone’s going to know in no time!”

“I’m sorry, I just…” Yeosang let himself fall seated on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what came over me, he was just so close, talking down to you like you were just a fucking pawn in their game. I couldn’t…” he sighed, biting back whatever he had to add.

Your phone started ringing a second after, your father's name shining bright on the screen. You laughed bitterly, waiting for it to stop and turning it off before he could call again.

“Well, you claiming your stake on me like that didn’t feel too great either, you know?” you ran your hands through your hair, his words replaying in your head over and over.

“What was I supposed to do then, let him talk to you like that?” his voice was uncharacteristically loud and harsh, making you even more frustrated for completely missing your point.

“I could’ve handled it on my own, I always do!” you pushed back, raising your voice as well.

The both of you were breathing hard, looking at each other, before Yeosang got up from his spot, walking over to you. His eyes were unreadable, different from how you remembered not being able to understand what they were concealing. Back then, they didn’t pull you in like they were doing right now.

“I’m sorry” he was the first one to relent, his eyes looking past you now. You could only sigh, it was a done deal now, there was nothing you could do. “It’s alright”

Yeosang looked like he had something to say but didn’t quite know how to. There was a pregnant silence hanging over the room, somehow you were scrambling to find something to say and coming up empty handed. When you finally found his eyes again, only one question came to mind.

“Why?” it slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, and you watched as Yeosang furrowed his brow, puzzled. “Why did you offer to marry me?”

“I-” he exhaled, mumbling something under his breath. “Helping a friend?” it sounded like a question, and you scoffed. “You don’t go around offering to marry a friend you haven’t seen or talked to in four years”

Head hanging low, Yeosang avoided your gaze once again. You took a tentative step forward, searching for his eyes until you finally found them. They were looking nothing like they did just minutes earlier, but they still made your breath catch.

“Y/N, I…” he was so close that you felt like your brain was short circuiting, eyes falling to his lips for a split second. You didn't know what came over you when you spoke next.

“I just-”

“Kiss me” you recognized the breathiness of your voice, its neediness too. Yeosang’s eyes flashed with surprise for a mere second, and didn’t waste a second to grant your wish. His fingers ghosted down your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He ran them softly down the line of your jaw, your neck and cascade down your arm until he intertwined them with yours. His other hand pulled you flush against him by the waist, your own arms wrapped around his neck.

The kiss was nothing like the one you shared in the club; it started off tentative but quickly grew hungrier as Yeosang let his tongue deliberately explore your mouth. You softly pulled at his hair to bring him impossibly closer, a quiet groan leaving his mouth.

When you finally came up for air, it was only for a moment, before you crashed your lips against his again. Slowly, you started making your way towards the bed, until you felt him bump into it. Yeosang pulled you down with him, maneuvering you until he was hovering over you. When you felt him start to pull back, you let him, worry shooting through you for a split second. He gently rested his forehead against yours, breaths mingling, before your eyes met.

“Tell me what you want” he murmured, a little breathless. Throwing all doubts out the window you pulled him down, smiling in the kiss when he let out a surprised sound. Winding your arms around his neck, you kissed him harder, shifting your legs so he could fit in between them. Yeosang sighed against your mouth, giving you time to catch your breath as his kisses made their way down your throat. He sucked softly enough not to leave any marks, but teasingly enough to make your head light.

Slowly undoing the buttons of your blouse, Yeosang left a wet kiss on every inch of skin that he uncovered. “This what you wanted, mh?” he asked before crashing his lips against yours again, you answered by rolling your hips into his. “Fuck” he let out under his breath, finally doing away with your shirt. Mind spinning, you couldn’t help a wanton moan from escaping your lips when he cupped your breast with one hand, playing with the nipple over the soft fabric of your bralette.

Finally, finally, he undid the clasp and threw it away somewhere, and one by one all of your clothes ended up discarded on the floor. “You’re so beautiful” he breathed, not wasting another second in latching his lips on your hardened nipple, a breathy moan escaping your lips. It seemed to dawn on you right then what was going on, and through the haze clouding your mind, you brought his face up to yours. You kissed him softly, letting your hands travel across his chest, down his sculpted torso, until they reached the waistband of his boxers.

Yeosang held his breath for just a second when he heard you whine something along the lines of “need you” as you stroked him over them. He caught your hand in his, bringing it up over your head, before kissing you hard. “Perfect” he mumbled, coming up for air, taking a look at your naked figure and making you shiver under his gaze. You didn’t think anyone had ever looked at you like that; like he so desperately wanted, needed, you he’d do anything to have you. It made your heart flutter, and you didn’t have time to think about why you wanted him all over you, to have his closeness overwhelm you in the best way possible. Each kiss, each deliberate touch of his fingers against you core set you aflame and sent you reeling, head lost in clouds of cotton.

“Yeosang” you moaned when you felt him slowly push into you. His pace was slow, driving you crazy and building your high steadily. Yeosang drunk all of your whimpers and moans with open mouthed kisses, and only then you noticed how he was clinging to your body; you noticed in the way his grip on you grew tighter, how he was fully pressed against you with no intention to pull away.

You held him too, your hands traveling from his biceps up into his soft strands of hair, back down to gripping his shoulders and no doubt leaving behind half-moons on his skin. “Mine” he mumbled in the crook of your neck, trailing his lips against your skin. “Say you’re mine, please” his voice broke the slightest bit, making your breath catch. “Yours” the affirmation flew out your mouth without hesitation, soft and slow. Yeosang picked up his pace, your legs pulled him even closer, rolling your hips to match his thrusts. It felt like seeing stars, spinning faster and faster towards your climax. “Yeo, so close” you weren’t making sense, lost in him, feeling him all around. With one last perfectly angled thrust, his name fell from your lips loudly, your high hitting you hard.

Still shaking, you felt Yeosang slip out of you seconds later and breathlessly groan into your neck, coming on your stomach. You heard nothing but your shaky pants, until you felt him quietly slip away, only to return moments later to clean you up gently.

Yeosang looked a little hesitant to come any closer to you, opting to just lie down beside you. He only seemed to relax when you turned on your side to face him, letting your arm softly drape over his torso and over the blanket. Just then he dared to pull you closer, placing a feathery kiss on the top of your head.

“I wanted to tell you, that night at the park” he finally spoke after what felt like centuries. “But I couldn’t. I convinced myself that it wasn’t fair to you and I’d be able to forget you… I’ve tried to forget you. I’ve never tried so hard in my life. But it's impossible. It’s simply not possible for me to stop thinking about you”

He was staring at the ceiling while speaking, and you noticed his finger anxiously drawing patterns on the top of your hand. “Yeosang, what are you-” looking up at him, you stopped speaking when his earnest eyes set on yours.

“I’m saying that I’m a selfish idiot who fell in love with you, but never had the balls to tell you, and took a chance when he saw it” he sighed, letting his head fall back onto the mattress. “That I offered to marry you because I’ve been in love with you since you first said hi to me, and I couldn’t bear to see you with someone else”

You were left speechless by his words and let them hang in the air for long enough to see Yeosang to start sitting up, away from you, and gather his clothes. You still didn’t dare to say anything – too busy trying to make sense of the way your head was spinning, and your heart was pounding furiously in your chest – when he turned to look at you, now wearing the same clothes as earlier.

“The other night, at the club” he swallowed, eyes set on the floor. “You asked me to promise that we’d be like in high school”

“I remember” Yeosang’s head snapped up, looking at you surprised, before nodding.

“I intend to keep that promise” you saw it in his eyes, the hurt your silence caused, but you really couldn’t find the words to say – you just knew you wanted to scream at him not to leave, that you weren’t regretting anything that had happened thus far. But the words got stuck in your throat, and it was hard to swallow the emotion that was making it a little hard to breathe.

So, you just nodded, seeing Yeosang nodding back before starting to make his way out of the room. Just when you heard the door open, you called after him. Stumbling through the room, now wearing your horrendous blue Las Vegas shirt, you found him standing at the threshold.

“I-” you sighed, determination shaking a little under his gaze. “I care about you, a lot. And I don’t, I won’t ever, regret this” you struggled through the confusion you were feeling, barely able to pick out the right words to express the only thing you felt with absolute certainty.

Yeosang’s eyes softened a little, making your heart feel lighter.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” he simply mumbled, offering you a meek smile, before walking to his room.

Left alone in yours, you made your way to bed, still feeling him all around, and feeling like crying again. So you did.

The moment you landed back home, you knew you couldn’t keep your phone off any longer. Both you and Yeosang had for the sake of your peace, but it was time to face the music. No doubt it was going to be the longest day of your life.

The morning after the night you slept together, you barely shared a word, and the flight was silent too. Yeosang seemed a little less tense than the night before, but you were a bundle of nerves. You still needed to decide if it was because of the complicated feelings he’d sparked in you, or the fact that you needed to face your parents.

The number of missed calls and texts you saw on both your phones made you cringe at the prospect of having this dreaded conversation. Not even Seonghwa’s angry comments to the tabloid articles he’d sent you made you smile, unlike they usually would. But what did, and what made you even angrier, was one new piece of information he forwarded you.

Yeosang’s driver finally pulled up to your father's company. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that fell when you and Yeosang entered the building, and you could also feel the looks thrown your way as you walked to your office. It didn’t really help that Yeosang’s hand was gently resting on the small of your back.

You didn’t shake it off, though, not even when you finally entered the office and saw the four faces you oh so dreaded seeing.

“Have you completely lost your mind?!” was the first thing your father said to you, harsh and angry – sentiments reflected in your mother's eyes. “You’ve crossed a line, Y/N” pointing a finger at you, but you cut him off before he could add anything.

“I don’t think I did” you shrugged, taking a step forward. “Actually, I think I did exactly what was asked of me” you crossed your arms, waiting for the inevitable rebuttal.

“You’ve gone too far; do you not think of the consequences of your actions? Are you that clueless about your own job?” you scoffed at your father’s words, no doubt enraging him further. “Do you spite us so much?” you mother added fuel to the fire, looking at Yeosang like he was the source of all evil. You felt rage bubbling inside of you, and took a step in front of him, as if to shield him from her gaze.

“Enough!” you noticed how the Kang’s hadn’t spoken yet, having an inkling as to why. “It was your own conditions for me to step-in in your place that brought this about”

“I wanted to make a successful merger-”

“Oh, for the love of god, you just wanted me to marry whoever you saw fittest to your interests!” you roared, shutting him up. “And even then, it would’ve been the worst possible deal you could’ve done. Did you even know that Jeong was going to use you to save his company from debt?”

“And you knew” Yeosang stepped in, talking to his parents. “You knew perfectly well what the merger with Jeong meant and tried your absolute best to keep me from knowing.”

“We were just trying to keep you from making irrational decisions, which you did-”

“Don't act like you're sorry I brought the best ally you could get just because you're too proud to admit it” he sounded cold, matter of factly.

“We would never stoop so low to-” Yeosang wasn't having any of what his father was about to say.

“For fuck's sake, what is your problem in seeing that this is the best possible outcome for everyone!?”

Your fathers scoffed, almost comically at the same time, outraged for two absolutely different reasons. Mr. Kang was afraid if Yeosang found out, he’d do exactly what he did. Your father, on the other hand, was just mad he didn’t see what he was about to do to his company, and that you did.

“I think it’s time you resign” you turned to yours, seeing anger flash in his eyes. “A CEO that doesn’t even recognize he’s about to make a horrible deal is no good for the company. Imagine what people would say if they knew”

“Don’t you dare speak to your father like that” your mother sounded outraged. “He was only doing what’s best for everyone!”

“Don’t come at me with that bullshit! Do you even know how ridiculous you sound right now?” you exploded, pointing your finger, as she gasped a little. “He was about to marry me off to someone a brink away from bankruptcy only to spite me and keep me from the man that I love, at the cost of ruining himself”

Yeosang took a step closer to you, unknowingly giving you the strength to twist the knife some more.

“He doesn’t care, no… you all never cared” you looked at each of them in the eyes. “Be thankful we not only brought about the merger you only dared to dream of,” finally, your gaze fell on your father. “but I saved you, too. I expect your resignation letter as soon as tomorrow, and I would also appreciate it if you stayed out of the way during the transition”

You turned around, taking Yeosang’s hand in yours and dragging him out of the building, this time unconcerned with the looks thrown your way and with a strange sense of victory bubbling inside of you. You didn’t stop until you were outside and a little way down the street, when Yeosang pulled at your hand and made you face him.

He was sporting a giddy smile, eyes lit up with happiness. There was a silent question in yours, but you just smiled a little wider at the thought of finally word vomiting all that you’d been thinking to your parents.

“I’m very proud of how you handled that” Yeosang started, stepping closer to you. Only then you noticed that he still hadn’t let go of your hand and was now soothingly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He stopped when he got to your ring finger, toying a little with the wedding band sitting there. “The man that you love, huh?”

Your heart sped up a little, and you rolled your eyes at the teasing glint in his, feeling hot under his tender gaze.

“Well, I was just saying the truth” you shrugged, noticing how he suddenly got serious. “I do love you. You don’t know how many nights I wished I had an excuse to call you, to hear your voice. You never left my mind, your corner in my heart is well established, Yeosang. I’m sorry it took this long to realize”

You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, heart swelling when he leaned against it. Yeosang’s gentle fingers wrapped around your wrist, thumb caressing the skin of the back of your hand. His eyes were so soft and full of adoration that you thought you might combust if he looked at you any longer, so you leaned in to catch his lips with yours.

You had kissed hungrily and longingly before, but now it felt like coming home. You welcomed the warmth that pervaded you as he kissed you a little deeper, pushing you flush against his chest, finally feeling like you found your place with him.

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