#kim junmyeon x y/n
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December on the couch | Kjm
Kim Junmyeon x fem!reader
Plot:you and your best friend,Junmyeon,decide to entertain yourselves in a different way
Warnings:dom!Junmyeon,fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this at home!!),18+
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Author’s notes:the first Junmyeon os is finally out!! I couldn’t wait anymore to write for my ultimate bias. This story has been in my drafts for a while but now here we are. Enjoy!
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“We’re best friends,we love each other completely”
The sun was disappearing behind the buildings of a cold Seoul. It was December:the month of presents and Christmas trees,but also of snow and fever;that was why,after studying all day with your best friend,Junmyeon,you had decided to cook pizza to warm yourselves up;and,since it had been snowing for days,you also proposed him to sleep on your couch that night.
After accepting your offer,Junmyeon sat next to you,welcoming your legs on his lap while scrolling through his phone.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked,his fingers stroking the soft skin of your ankles:the only things protecting you from the low temperatures were an oversized sweater and a pair of white socks,but you were more than okay with that,your house was a warm place.
“I’m used to it,and it’s not cold in here” you replied
Junmyeon nodded,putting his phone on the table in front of you
“Anything we can do to pass the time while we wait for our dinner to be ready?” he then asked.
You started thinking,giving a glance to the ceiling
“I’ve got Monopoly,Cluedo,Uno…” you counted the games with your fingers,stopping any now and then to think about what you had in the house.
In the meantime,Junmyeon was staring at you,still stroking his fingers along your legs,going as high as he could
“Stop” you giggled. He was tickling you.
“Why would I?”
“I don’t like being tickled,you know”
“That’s why I’m not stopping” he moved his body weight in order to top you. His hands slipped along your legs,sliding under your sweater,up to your tummy
“Stop! I said stop!” you were laughing in front of a satisfied Junmyeon who knew he was playing with your weak spot.
You grabbed his shoulders,trying to push him away,but you achieved the opposite as you dragged him closer.
Suddenly the laughters stopped.
Junmyeon looked into your eyes,licking his lips. His breath was warming up the skin of your cheeks while the delicate smell of his fresh clean clothes filled your nostrils. How much you liked it. You didn’t remember the last time you were that close;maybe it happened only once,in high school,when,without even knowing why,the two of you ended up kissing in the backyard of the school. It was your first kiss…and also the best you had ever received.
“I’ve got something better in mind than Monopoly” the boy whispered with his usual silky voice.
“W-what is it?” your breath was stuck in your throat. The distance between your lips got shorter, until they touched.
Junmyeon’s thumb found his place on your chin and tilted your had on the side. The kiss was tender,as tender as Junmyeon himself had always been. It seemed like he had no rudeness in his body.
“Junmyeon-you mumbled his name in the kiss as he distanced himself of a few inches to let you speak-we’re supposed to be best friends…”
“We are. We’re best friends,we love each other completely” he talked,sliding his hand underneath your sweater to satisfy his need of skinship.
At those words you bit your lips,with your breath getting heavier. You immediately understood what he had in his mind,but it had been a while since you had sex,which made you feel unconfident,that was why you were reluctant in fucking with someone you knew so well. You were scared of being judged. However,on the other hand,you couldn’t deny that your whole self was screaming its attraction to the boy:your lower body tingled as soon as your skins touched and a not unusual need of feeling him close had risen inside you.
“Everything will be fine,I promise you” Junmyeon whispered into your hear,kissing the side of your chin before reaching your neck. You instinctively moved your head aside to give him access,thinking about how easy it was for him to read you. You were an open book to him,which was incredible considering you had never been someone whose feelings were easy to understand.
The boy’s lips started sucking on your skin,drawing purple marks everywhere. Behind your hear,under your chin;he even lowered the neck of your sweater to leave hickeys on your collarbone . He was the painter while you were his canvas,and you liked it,damn if you liked it.
Your hand interwove in his hair. Eyes shut as you were enjoying his fingers wandering all over your body. He started drawing lines on your skin,going up,until he touched your breasts. A whine of yours filled the air.
“You like it,angel?” he demanded,looking at you from under his lashes. You nodded:flushed cheeks and a slightly open mouth were already adorning Junmyeon’s painting,it didn’t matter if he was just at the beginning.
“You look so pretty when we cross our lines. I wish I could do this more often” he said,lifting your sweater up to kiss the skin above your white pants. Another moan escaped your mouth.
“Take this off for me,you don’t need it” he said,and with that you were now naked under a needy Junmyeon. Embarrassed,you blushed and tried to cover yourself,but the brunette shook his head and moved your arms aside.
“There’s no need to hide:you’re so beautiful. I wanna se everything” he gently kissed your lips,while his hands found their way to your breasts,touching your soft flesh. The contact of his skin with yours seemed unreal and perfect,how much you liked him.
“F-fuck-you panted,throwing your head back-I-need you Myeon”
“I need you too sweetheart-he grabbed your hand,squeezing it in his palm before letting you touch the buldge in his gym trousers-look what you’ve done to me”
“Ohw” that was everything you were able to say. Junmyeon was slowly and gently driving you to the edge. It was so much in character for him:he had never been bossy,he spent his entire life leading people with calm and knowledge.
“I’ll do it for you” you talked in a breath of sound,stroking your fingers against the cloth of his trousers,but Junmyeon shook his head,blocking your hands above your had.
“No angel,I didn’t tell you so. Be a good girl”
“I’m-I’m sorry-“ you tried to talk, but you got interrupted by his free hand sliding in between your legs.
“You’re so soft” he whispered,caressing your entrace. You squeezed your thighs around his wrist,trying to find some relief as your lower body was tingling like crazy. You also tried to free your hands,but his grip was too tight.
“Don’t make me mad,princess” he whispered,glancing at your fingers
“I’m s-sorry…I just…Myeon-“ your voice was low,small as you made eye-contact,noticing how eagerly and sweetly he was looking at you. There was something with him in that moment,something that you couldn’t understand but that made you believe that no man in the world was as beautiful as Kim Junmyeon was.
“What is it angel,you don’t like it?” he kept moving the palm of his hand up and down,along the cloth of your pants. You shivered as your chest became heavier and your breath shorter. Saying that you had never touched yourself without thinking about him doing that for you would’ve been a lie,because you did,unwillingly maybe,but you surely did many times.
“No…I like it. I think I like it too much,Myeon. Please I-“
“Don’t be impatient-he interrupted you,moving your slip aside as he started stroking your clit-good girls are always rewarded”.
Your mouth widened as he started drawing circles with his index. You threw your head back,shutting your eyes. Your body was slowly getting filled by pleasure. You weren’t used to that feeling anymore.
“I know what you’re looking for,princess” he whispered to your hear. His butter voice embraced you,rising your body temperature so much that you felt like melting. You whined,then the boy slid his fingers inside you.
“Myeon-“ you could barely talk as his index hit the right spot,the one which sent you on cloud nine. He was so great at making you feel good.
“We’re almost there babygirl,do it for me” he murmured as you were getting wetter and wetter,until you reached your release.
Junmyeon looked at you from above,a smirk appeared on his lips as he licked his index:
“You’re so tasty princess. Shall we carry on?”
You were panting so much that you couldn’t answer,you just bit your lips and stared at the boy with your big needy eyes that spoke for you. Junmyeon’s hand grabbed your chin as his thumb caressed your pinky lips;he then took his shirt and your pants off,spreading your legs to eat you.
“Myeon-” a loud moan escaped your mouth as his tongue started playing with your clit. His fingers deep dug in the flesh of your thighs while yours interwove in his brown hair. He seemed scared of losing you,as if you would’ve ran away and left,but you would’ve never been able to do such a thing,not with him pleasing you so well.
You were a mess of whines and moans while begging the boy do to more:you wanted everything he could give you.
Junmyeon’s head rose as he licked his lips,getting on top of you once again.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted-he whispered,taking off his trousers-but now you have something to do for me. Will you,beautiful angel?”
“I will do anything…-you panted-anything you ask me,Myeon”
“Good girl-he grabbed your chin-from now on I want you to look at me. Will you do that,sweetheart?”
“I-I will”
“That’s what I wanted to hear-he kissed your lips-you’ll like it,I promise”
Junmyeon held you by the hips. His hands perfectly fitting your waist,making you believe that no one else in the world should’ve taken his place on that couch,nor on your bed.
“Are you ready,angel?” he asked in a whisper;you nodded,and with that he finally slid inside you.
“Oh my God..” you whined,staring in his beautiful chocolate eyes. You could see the lust in his dilated pupils while he thrusted inside you. His pace was slow,precise,and gentle. He went deep,hitting the right spot.
You held onto his well built shoulders,scratching them a few times while breathing faster and faster.
“Tell me you belong to me sweetheart” the boy talked,his eyes still chained to yours
“I-I do Junmyeon. I-I belong to you and no one else”
At those words shivers of pleasure went along his spine,making his movements sloppier. You knew he was close,and so were you.
He gave a few more thrusts,they were rough this time,but you liked them:they took your breath away.
“I don’t-I don’t wanna hurt you…” he murmured,without breaking eye-contact
“But-I-I really like it…” you replied,feeling Junmyeon’s grip tighten on your body before a loud moan escaped his mouth,preceding his release
“Fuck…-he whined as his seed filled you. He couldn’t hold on if you talked to him like that,with the soft needy voice of yours that made his head spin-now-he stuttered still on his orgasm -now one more time angel,come one more time for me…”
“Oh my God…” you moaned out loud,following him with your climax. The idea of you being his and him being yours,only yours,was your biggest weakness,but you had realised it only on the spot.
The two of you started at each other for a few more seconds before you moved your body aside,letting Junmyeon lay down next to you.
His chest was moving up and down,fast,as he was trying to catch his breath. His forehead was sweaty and his hair were messy,but you swore he was ethereal.
With a gentle shift of his body,Junmyeon stretched one of his arms out so you could rest your head on his shoulder. You did so,wrapping yours around his waist while a hand of his rested on your back,caressing your skin.
Junmyeon looked at you,there still was a hint of lust in his eyes:
“How much I wanted this…” he whispered in your hear,making your heart skip a bit
“Have you?” you asked,in a breath of sound
He gently grabbed your face,making eye-contact
“You’re all I dream about” he talked,placing a kiss on top of your head before hearing the timer for your pizza go off in the kitchen.
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Walking funny
Junmyeon x reader ft exo
Summary: baekhyun sees y/n walking funny and he has to know why so he asks on the group chat.
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An EXO Interactive
Boss
Pairing: Kim Junmyeon/Suho x You
Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol!AU, Office!AU
Word Count: ~1K
Warnings: TBD
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Today was Y/N’s first day of work. She hardly slept the night prior and her stomach continued to do somersaults as she tried to get ready. She had confidence in her skills, but the first day on a new job could be nerve wracking. Moreso when she considered she was now working for an exclusive company.
She stood in front of her full-length mirror, eyeing her outfit appreciatively. She wanted to make a good first impression on everyone by showing them she was a professional and should be treated as such. But she also wanted to be comfortable and approachable, coming off as stuck-up was not at the top of her to-do list. Simplicity was key: a nice blouse, black jeans, and black tennis shoes.
Stepping out of her room, she went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. She didn’t know how this company was. In her old job, she was always traveling and barely had any time to stop and take a drink. Especially if she had to do a lot of setting up. Being a photographer wasn’t as glamorous as Hollywood made it out to be. There was a lot of running around: setting up cables, making sure lights were working and at the appropriate strength, dealing with whiny models who insisted they knew better than the photographer. The list was endless.
She heard Nari’s door open and her shuffle out. She hadn’t known what to expect when she met the purple haired woman. She was loud and abrasive and nothing like the sort of person Minseok would have associated with. Yet, after only a few days spent together, you’d have thought they’d been friends for years. Nari was easy-going and fairly accepting of everyone.
“Morning,” she called, filling her bottle up with water. She mumbled something incoherent, hands stumbling around the counter for the coffee pot. Another thing Y/N had learned was that Nari was not a morning person. “Well I’m off.” She grabbed her camera bag and her portfolio and headed towards the door.
“Knock ‘em dead.” Nari raised her coffee cup as Y/N left to meet up with Minseok for coffee and breakfast.
***
As she stepped through the coffee shop door, coffee filled her nose as it wafted through the air. She hummed, content in the friendly atmosphere. She spotted Minseok already at their usual table, drinks ready. He glanced over then did a double take, smiling. She took the seat across from him.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked as she sipped her coffee. “Excited? Nervous? Are you going to scream? Dance? Cry? Throw up?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry your pretty, little head.” He laughed, eyes crinkling as he leaned forward. “You’re going to be just fine, and with that outfit, you’re definitely dressed to impress,” he assured you. “I have a friend who works there looking out for you as well, so don’t worry.”
“The amount of connections you have is crazy.” She smiled, taking another sip of coffee.
“You better get going. You don’t wanna be late on your first day.”
***
From the outside, the building seemed to disappear into the sky. Windows covered almost the entire perimeter, making the whole building sparkle and shine. Y/N took a minute to stare up at it. It was breathtaking, especially with the hint of a garden peeking over the roof. Taking a deep breath, she approached the front doors and stepped inside.
The inside was as modern and sleek as the interior of a building could be. The floor was bright, white tiles that reflected the overhead lights greatly. The furniture and hard surfaces were all black and looked in pristine condition.
On the dark colored walls, pictures of beautiful people dressed in beautiful clothing and standing in beautiful landscapes hung for everyone to admire. And as much as she’d have liked to admire them, she had to meet her boss, and that was a meeting she was not going to miss.
She turned to the front desk where a young woman, around her age, sat. She was flipping through a fashion magazine, her long, blonde hair falling freely over her shoulder. Her presence was slightly unsettling as she looked like she could be a model.
“Um, hello?” Y/N called, stepping closer to the desk.
“Hi.” The woman set the magazine down, her perfectly manicured hand flipping her hair over her shoulder. “How may I help you?”
“I’m, uh, I’m supposed to meet Mr.--Mr. Kim,” she stuttered out, mentally cursing herself. “I’m Y/N L/N.” The woman turned to her computer, typing.
“Aha! Here you are.” Her voice was soft and airy, matching perfectly with her effortless appearance. “I’ll let Mr. Kim know you’re here.” She stood up from her chair, not very tall even with her black heels, and bustled away towards the hallway, her heels echoing against the marble floor.
The woman’s kind demeanor, even after she’d made a slight joke of herself, shocked Y/N. She was used to others snickering and throwing passive-aggressive comments at her. It was a breath of fresh air.
She took a seat on the nearby catch, observing the people coming and going. There was a wide assortment of people to look at. Some wore extravagant clothing from Gucci and Valentino magazines, others were clad in torn jeans and oversized sweatshirts, and some were a weird but refreshing mix. None of them paid much attention to you, focused on their projects and with each other.
Heels tapping against the floor alerted her that the receptionist was back. She gave her a bright smile. “Mr. Kim is ready to see you.” She stepped aside, holding her hand out towards the hallway she’d return from.
Y/N stood, taking a deep breath. She followed the receptionist down the hall to an elevator. The entire elevator ride was silent, save for the soft jazz playing through the speakers. Once the doors opened, the receptionist placed her foot out, turning to face her.
“Now, you’ll go to the end of the hall and knock. Wait to be called in, and don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” She pushed Y/N out the elevator and let the doors closed.
Once she was alone, she let out a shaky breath, moving to the nearby wall. Nothing made her more nervous than someone saying, “Don’t be nervous.” It had the total opposite effect. She swallowed thickly.
Walking down the hallway, she gazed at the pictures that hung on the wall. They were gorgeous. They were mostly landscapes, but the picture that really caught her eye was the only black and white one. The picture was of a park, and sitting on the grass, smiling at something off camera, was a man with probably the best side profile she’d ever laid eyes on.
“Another time,” she promised herself. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A muffled voice beckoned her inside, but she was not prepared for what, or who, she saw.
She was expecting her boss to be old, weird, a cigar connoisseur, or something like that. She hadn’t been prepared for a handsome young man, around her age, with beautiful blonde hair, sitting behind a desk littered with her photos.
Her breath caught in her throat as he glanced up at her with calm eyes and a kind smile. “Good morning, Ms. L/N.” He stood up, buttoning his blazer. “My name is Kim Junmyeon. It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to the name. He moved around his desk, offering his hand.
“The pleasure’s all mine.” It came out breathier than she’d intended, but he made no mention of it. “I’m looking forward to working. Here. Working here.” He chuckled softly, folding his arms over his chest. She did her best to keep her focus on his face and not on the fact that she could see the outline of his biceps struggling against the sleeves of his blazer.
“Ms. L/N, I’ve reviewed your work, along with some of my top photographers, and we all agree you have amazing potential.” He reached into his blazer and pulled out a pair of glasses, slipping them on. He turned around and grabbed a folder. “You demonstrate a clear understanding of the camera, and the models I spoke to sung high praises. You were remarked as ‘an easy-going person who made the whole experience amazing’ and ‘dedicated with a creative eye and strong work ethic’.” He set the folder down, removing his glasses.
“However,” he continued, “I see you’ve only ever worked as an intern, filling in when needed at your old job. You have a clear talent, so why didn’t you ever go for a raise or promotion?”
She puckered her lips before drawing them into a thin line, brows furrowing. “Well, I did ask for a promotion. For several years, but I was always rejected in favor of others and for other reasons.”
“‘Other reasons’?” He quirked a brow, crossing his arms over his chest again.
“Self-respect and the refusal to subject myself to… unsavory acts.” She leant her head forward, watching as the light bulb went on in his head.
“Ah. Understandable. Well I can assure you Ms. L/N, I do not tolerate that type of behavior here, and hope you find this environment much more suitable.”
“Does that mean…”
“The job is yours,” he assured her. She could have jumped around the room from all the excitement bubbling in her, but she refrained, giving him a big grin. “Well, I’m pleased to have you as a part of the KMC family. I’ll go over standard rules and operations with you, then I’ll let Soo Min, the receptionist, show you around.
“In the office and on photoshoots, I ask that you keep a firm level of professionalism at all times. This is a business not a playground or high school. There are no rules against relationships, romantic or platonic, but PDA is to be kept to a bare minimum.
“Outside of office hours, please do not refer to me as Mr. Kim. This job ages me enough. Junmyeon is fine, and feel free to say hi if you see me outside of work. I want to build a friendly and familiar environment. If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please feel free to ask or email me.”
“Of course Mr. Kim. Thank you so much for this opportunity. I promise to live up to the expectations.” She gave him a bow, cheeks starting to grow sore from smiling so hard. He flashed her a dazzling smile, bowing his head. He gestured towards the door and she had to refrain herself from running out. Everything had worked out great.
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king and lionheart II [k.jm]
summary: joy has come to your kingdom of oceansforte. your prince, junmyeon, is betrothed to the princess of avilux, and the wedding is quickly approaching. while the kingdom rejoices, you, his knight, are secretly in shambles; your dedication to your prince is not simply out of duty, but out of love as well. but as you begin to unravel secrets of the royal court—hidden alliances, forbidden romances, and a deadly plot against your kingdom—you steel your resolve: you must keep junmyeon safe no matter what, even at the cost of being ripped away from his side forever.
pairing: prince!junmyeon x knight!reader
warnings: fem pronouns for reader, language, “period typical” sexism (even though this isnt rlly historical but yall know what i mean—sebastian is the in-world equivalent of an andrew tate fanboy), toxic masculinity, so much jealousy, junmyeon (and all of the kim bros) has/have daddy issues, the exos are younger than they are irl, implied underage drinking in a flashback, classism, y/n has impostor syndrome, handling of weapons, mentions of food
genre: fantasy!au, royalty!au, childhood friends to lovers, angst, a mix of unrequited love and mutual pining
word count: 17.2k
chapter playlist: red velvet - in my dreams // abba - when you danced with me // the oh hellos - soldier, poet, king // abba - fernando // series playlist
a/n: OH BOY did this take me a hot minute. i’m not the biggest fan of this chapter, but please trust the process—although i do love the way the members interact with y/n and each other when they’re not yelling at each other. also happy chanyeol came-home-yesterday-day <3
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CHAPTER TWO: ANDANTE
The blooming patch of rose bushes they were currently in front of reminded you of them. You seemed to be more the single lotus floating in the garden pond, which was wilting. It seemed to be mocking you.
While they had been walking through the royal garden for almost an hour, they’d been standing in front of those bushes for a few minutes now. As much as you wanted to distract yourself and think of something else, somewhere else, you knew that focusing on them and your surroundings was paramount.
“So… all of this will become mine once we’re married?” She sounded awestruck, breathless almost. “And I could change whatever I’d like?”
Your eyes trailed across the garden, but you could still hear the smile in Junmyeon’s voice. “It’s royal tradition, dating back to Queen Boram of House Do—first queen of Oceansforte. She gifted this space to her husband as a wedding gift, and their son did the same when he married his wife. Every heir to the throne has since gifted the garden to their spouse as a wedding gift ever since. When we marry, you’ll be able to do whatever you’d like with this space.”
“It’s beautiful as it is,” Mariana murmured, “I don’t know what I’d do with it.”
Your eyes landed on them as Junmyeon sighed wistfully, not taking his eyes off of her. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?”
As his friend, you almost wanted to laugh, to playfully gag and poke fun at him. He looked like a lovestruck moron. As his knight, you hated to admit it, but you were happy for him. He had been so angry and worried that this union would be painful and awkward, and the two of them had clicked into place immediately, like gears with grooves cut perfectly to fit each other.
As far as these past few days had gone, Mariana had given you no reason to hate her. You felt bad for your feelings toward her when she seemed to think you were amazing, if her behavior towards you were any indication.
When she spoke to you, she seemed kind enough, soft-spoken. She was a bit shocked when Junmyeon had introduced you as his knight, the member of the royal guard assigned to him. She’d seemed to regard you with wonder.
“Forgive my gawking,” She’d said after a curtsy, “In Avilux, women are not allowed into the military, much less the royal guard. It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Y/N.”
“No offense taken, your royal highness,” You’d told her, “And believe me, I can assure you I am more than honored to serve.”
But still, as someone in love? You couldn’t find it in you to hate her, but you did resent her. Jealousy bubbled in your stomach whenever he offered her his arm, even more so when she linked hers around his. Every laugh, hushed whisper, prolonged stare seemed to build up an invisible wall between him and you, and you weren’t sure how to break through it—you were hesitant to even try.
It wouldn’t bode well to meddle in their affairs.
“Still, you could do whatever you’d wish. Say, I don’t know…” Junmyeon turned his head to you. “Y/N, what would you add to the garden if you could?”
You blinked, unsure of what to say. Doing your best to ignore the implication of the question, you offered the princess a small smile. “In truth, my prince, I have so many fond memories in this garden, there’s practically nothing I’d change.”
“Fond memories?” Mariana’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, do tell, Lady Y/N! You must.”
You managed a small smile. “Oh, they’re mostly of me and the other members of the noble houses play fighting when we were children. I believe I was exceptionally skilled when it came to knocking your betrothed off his feet with toy swords.”
Junmyeon’s ears grew red at the reminder, and Mariana’s head tilted curiously. “So you both grew up together?”
“I lived in the castle from a young age.”
Junmyeon nodded. “Y/N is nobility as well. Our mothers were very close. And Y/N’s father was also a member of the royal guard, so his family was allowed to move into the castle.”
She seemed quite impressed. “Continuing on your father’s legacy, I presume?”
Your smile grew. “I would hope so. My father served as the king’s ward, and captain of the royal guard until he retired last year. His highness’s brother has taken the helm, but I would still hope to serve as Junmyeon’s personal guard when he becomes king.”
Mariana nodded. “Lady Y/N, my admiration for you seems to grow by the day. Are you as good with an iron sword as you were with the toy sword?”
Junmyeon stepped toward you, and she followed. “I’d say she’s even better. Y/N has always been the best at dueling amongst our friends. She’s a pro.”
“Amazing. You must teach me once I’ve moved in. Oh, Father never allowed me to learn—”
“And with good reason,” Another voice said from across the garden. The three of you turned to face Prince Sebastian, who was walking toward your trio.
While you didn’t dislike Mariana, you detested her brother. Sebastian was haughty, entitled, clearly spoiled as the heir to the Aviluxian throne. Still, out of duty and respect, you managed a bow when he got close enough.
He raised an eyebrow at your gesture. It was clear he didn’t like you, either. “Father was right. Women should not handle such objects.”
Junmyeon cleared his throat awkwardly. “Your highness. What brings you here?”
“I was in this wing of the castle when a servant informed me it was time for dinner. I decided to tell the both of you since I was so close already.”
“Thank you, brother,” Mariana said, “But it would do you well to respect the customs of this nation. Just because Lady Y/N would be deemed unfit back home does not mean she’s unfit everywhere. She’s a perfectly capable fighter. Dare I say, an extremely skilled one.”
Your chest warmed at Mariana’s defense, but it waned when Sebastian bit back a scoff. “Honestly, with a woman holding the weapon it’s a miracle His Royal Highness has not been killed yet. Still, I would love to see her try to convince me.”
You looked at the other two, wondering if they would say something. Mariana was red in the face, as though she were holding back a few colorful insults for her brother. Junmyeon was looking simply at the ground, not meeting yours or Sebastian’s eyes. You let out a soft tsk, before letting out a quick sigh.
“I would love to convince you, your royal highness.” You flashed him a smile that was cordial enough, but likely didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s a shame you and your family are leaving in the morning. I would have loved to invite you to spar with me.”
The prince’s smile grew, but you didn’t find it comforting. “During our next visit to the kingdom, then. I accept, Lady Y/N.”
You bit down on your tongue to avoid saying anything snarky, and maintained your smile. “Very well, then. Thank you.” Your eyes turned to Junmyeon and Mariana. “I shall take my leave then, your highnesses. I hope the rest of your evening is as lovely as this past day has been.”
The princess offered a curtsy in respect, and Junmyeon nodded. “Thank you, Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
You wordlessly watched them leave the garden, discussing something you didn’t quite pick up. When they were gone, you heaved a deep sigh, shoulders slumping, before heading off in the opposite direction, towards your own quarters.
Throughout the past week, as always, you were tasked with guarding Junmyeon. This was, of course, not as enjoyable with Princess Mariana around.
The three of you had gone for a stroll in the Common, a large public space filled with gardens, fountains and swaths of land for all to enjoy. You watched them from behind, a member of Mariana’s royal guard in front.
The people that passed by all seemed to do the same thing: they would spot Junmyeon, their eyes would widen, and as he and Mariana passed by, they would offer bows and curtsies, and give pleasantries to the prince and princess. And when they saw you, they would grin and greet you as well.
Of course, the kingdom knew that the royal family of Avilux was visiting. They still didn’t know the pretense of the visit, as it had only been publicly announced that it was a diplomatic visit and not the initial planning stages of a royal wedding.
You watched as the two of them spoke softly to each other, occasionally laughing. You were grateful you had to focus more on your surroundings than them. It gave you the ability to push away your questions. What was so funny? Why were they acting like they’d known each other their entire lives?
“Your highness!” A voice called out to Junmyeon and immediately your head snapped to the direction of the sound. A woman was walking slowly towards your small cohort, a little girl in tow. The both of them had their heads perched down, and while you didn’t register them as an immediate threat, you didn’t lower your guard completely. They could be in disguise, they could be a distraction.
“Good afternoon, Miss,” Junmyeon said, giving a friendly smile. He looked down at the little girl, who was hiding behind the woman’s skirts.
“Hello,” He murmured gently. Her eyes widened and she gasped when he acknowledged her, burying her face into the fabric. She couldn’t have been older than five.
“Brigitte,” The woman chastised softly, “Don’t be rude. One day, this man will be king. Be kind and greet him.”
He laughed gently. “It’s no problem, Miss…?”
“Treegrove,” The girl’s mother said, “My name is Elisa Treegrove. This is my daughter, Brigitte.”
“Miss Treegrove. There’s no need for all of that! Not with me. I would, however, ask that you extend such a pleasantry to the Princess.”
Elisa Treegrove curtsied deeply, and Brigitte copied her with the clumsiness of a five year old. Watching the interaction, you thought the little girl seemed quite sweet. The girl and her mother introduced themselves to Mariana and she smiled, kneeling to shake little Brigitte’s hand.
“Hello, Brigitte,” She said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Thank you,” Brigitte murmured, “...You’re very pretty.”
“I think you’re even prettier,” Mariana answered, “Your hair looks very nice today.”
Brigitte smiled bashfully, reaching up to tug at one of her braids. She seemed to not know what to say next, eyes looking at Mariana, then Mariana’s guard, Junmyeon, her mother.
And then her eyes landed on you, and her smile turned into the widest grin you’d ever seen on a child.
“Lady Y/N!” She exclaimed, letting go of her mother’s hand to run up to you. Your eyes widened. You hadn’t been expecting her reaction. You looked up at the people in front of you, who obviously felt the same way. Mariana’s eyes were wide. Junmyeon looked very amused. Miss Treegrove was openly gawking.
“I’m going to be just like you when I’m big!” Brigitte proclaimed, jumping up and down. “I’m going to be strong and brave and I’ll protect the kingdom, just like you!”
That made you smile, and you kneeled. You bristled at the thought of speaking, but smiled nonetheless. “Going to be?”
She nodded, and you shook your head. “If you’re ready to protect your home, you already are.”
Brigitte smiled, big eyes sparkling. “Th-thank you,” She said finally. You flashed one final smile at her, before nodding at Miss Treegrove.
“I think your mother needs to get going,” You told her, before offering her a small bow, “I’ll see you again someday, Lady Brigitte. Hopefully, it’ll be the day you go into training.”
She nodded, seemingly mystified, before walking back to her mother. Miss Treegrove gave a final goodbye, saying she had to leave to visit a sick relative, and both Junmyeon and Mariana bid her farewell.
Mariana looked surprised once they were gone. “I had… no idea you were so popular, Lady Y/N,” She said genuinely. You shrugged.
“The people love Y/N,” Junmyeon explained, “Her father as well. He wasn’t born into nobility but was knighted by my grandfather, so he’s seen as a sort of bridge between the common people and the crown.”
“I wouldn’t say they love me,” You muttered, “That’s a bit much.”
“You’re very admirable.” Mariana straightened her posture. “I have no trouble believing that the people of Oceansforte… care for you so much.”
Junmyeon put his hand on her upper back, trying to get her to keep walking again. He’d already turned his back to you when he began to speak again. “And I have no trouble believing that my people will grow to care for you just as much.”
Heading up to your quarters now, you rolled your head on your shoulders. Yes, standing up all day left your lower back stiff as all hell. However, this particular week you seemed to have been tenser than usual.
When you awoke in the mornings, your jaw would hurt. You only realized one day after sitting down and forcing your body to relax that you’d been clenching your jaw the entire time. Which meant you had to have been grinding your teeth in your sleep. When you’d asked Minseok, he’d answered with another question.
“Well, are you particularly stressed?”
You’d gnawed on the inside of your cheek. “Having to protect Junmyeon along with a member of a foreign royal family is not exactly the most stress-free of tasks.”
He nodded, but didn’t ask whether it was due to the responsibility or the emotional taxation. Either way, he knew it was both.
Junmyeon hadn’t made it easy, either. To a degree, you were slightly frustrated at him. Within the palace grounds, him and Mariana had made several attempts to ditch you, be it by slowly drifting away when you crossed with another member of the royal guard and stopped to chat, or tiptoeing quietly away from you in the castle library, or even riding a bit too fast when he showed her the palace’s private beach.
You knew you’d have to speak to him on it once you managed to get some alone time. The whole week had been hectic. Between visits to the Aviluxian consulate, private meetings planning for the wedding, or even things as simple as Junmyeon showing Mariana the Common, you felt like you’d barely had time to breathe during the past week.
Once you’d trudged up the stairs and had found yourself within your quarters, you began the long and grueling task of taking off your armor.
This was nowhere near as formal as the armor worn for major ceremonies, like military events or royal weddings. Even before you’d realized your feelings for Junmyeon you’d dreaded the idea of his wedding—the silver armor was large, clunky, and much too flashy, paired with excessive fabric and a ridiculous red cape. You hated the idea.
You much preferred the slightly less formal version, like you’d worn the day the Salazares had arrived, as well as all week in their company. Even better was the middle ground between the two, worn very, very rarely, on the nights where members of the royal guard were invited to take a night off and enjoy the company of the royal family and other noblemen. You’d be wearing that on the night of the engagement.
Removing the pieces on your own was hard. Your arms reached for the clasps of the armor, fumbling and eventually flaring in discomfort when you held them in place for too long.
Each clasp served as a reminder: you are alone. Completely and utterly alone.
“So he challenged you to a duel?” The tall man’s voice wavered as his sword clashed with yours, two days after your agreement with Sebastian.
“Precisely.” You sidestepped, thrusting your sword in the direction of his torso. He barely dodged, letting out a rough, “oomph,” as he did.
“Is he a fool?” Called another voice, leaning back in his chair while watching you and Chanyeol spar. “You’ll chop his balls off with your sword before he can even whip it out.”
“‘Before he can even whip it out’ sounds so very wrong, Baekhyun,” Sehun muttered, not looking up from his book.
You stepped back from Chanyeol, but stumbled on your final step. You tumbled onto the ground, landing on your butt and somehow still managing to hold onto your sword. He grinned down at you, walking towards you at an almost leisurely pace. The air of the small courtyard was hot, leaving your chest heaving.
“I’m not sure, Y/N. I mean, if you can’t beat me, maybe Prince Sebastian does have a ch—agh!”
You caught him off guard, using your feet to kick at the side of his shin. He lost his balance, tumbling to the ground with you. You took the time of him falling to pull yourself up onto your knees, effectively straddling his chest as you knocked his sword out of his hand. You held your own up to his throat.
“If Sebastian Salazar is anywhere near as prideful as you, Park Chanyeol, then I can assure you he doesn’t.”
Chanyeol scowled, before tapping the floor twice—the sign that he was conceding. You’d won this round, and now you could gloat and watch him pout all day. You stood, offering out your hand for him. Apparently, he wasn’t that prideful. Although his scowl deepened at the sight of your hand, he still took it anyway.
When you both stood, you were met with applause. And if it were just Baekhyun, some guffawing as well.
“That was lovely,” He said, “Do it again!”
“Do what?” You stretched, moving your neck back and forth to loosen the joints. “Spar, or humble our good friend even further?”
“He could use some humbling,” Jongin muttered, “Bedding all of the women in Boram’s Bay fawning over him hasn’t done his ego many favors.”
"I do not bed all of the women in Boram's Bay!" Chanyeol cried in protest.
"That's true," Yixing agreed, "Give him some credit."
Chanyeol's face brightened. "Thank you, Yi—"
"He doesn't bed the married ones, right, Chanyeol?"
Something in Yixing’s tone didn’t sound quite right.
Chanyeol crossed his arms in indignation, rolling his eyes. But you couldn’t deny the redness of his ears. Before you could ask any questions, Jongdae spoke.
“You know who else could use some humbling?” He huffed, crossing his arms. “Prince Sebastian.”
You nodded, wagging your finger in agreement at the suggestion. “He’s an ass, that one.”
“Junmyeon,” Baekhyun muttered, taking a sip of water, “You’ve been awfully quiet.”
You wiped the sweat off of your brow, turning your gaze towards your prince. He was sitting in the seat across from Sehun, next to Jongdae and Yixing. His arms were crossed as he flashed Sehun a disapproving look.
“I cannot simply speak ill of my future brother-in-law, much less the future leader of an allied nation,” He said uncomfortably.
“Oh, please,” Jongdae scoffed, “We know you can’t stand him! Especially not when you know what he thinks of Y/N!”
Junmyeon huffed. “I disagree with him deeply, yes. But for propriety’s sake, I can’t bring myself to offend him. Father would skin me alive if I did.”
You let out an internal sigh. Yes, Junmyeon was the future king. But would it have been so bad if he’d just slapped Sebastian around a little? Even better, give you his approval as future king and let you slap Sebastian around a little?
But in all seriousness, it hurt. Even disregarding your affections toward him. The fact that he didn't see fit to defend a childhood friend, when it was quite literally your life's work to defend him, felt like a slap to the face.
“How lovely of you to defend me, Myeon,” You muttered pointedly. Chanyeol raised his eyebrows and gave you a sideways glance. Jongin let out an awkward cough. Sehun finally looked up from his book, glasses glinting in the sun. He looked expectantly at Junmyeon, who flashed you a quizzical look.
“Y/N, I—”
“I can understand you not wanting to curse the man or anything of the sort. But you were there when he made those comments. Every time I was in a room with him, he’d say something, and where were you but burying your head in the sand? You wouldn’t even look at me—”
“It would be inappropriate to intervene. If you were to—”
“Has anyone been to the new tavern down in Fairview?” Baekhyun said, trying and failing miserably to diffuse the situation, “I've heard their chicken is lovely—”
“If this is how you’ll practice diplomacy as king, then you’d concede everything to everyone else and leave nothing for us. He disrespected not only me, but also you and your father by implying that your judgment is wrong, and our entire country for letting a woman take the oath of knighthood. Quite frankly, my prince, I find it infuriating that you would stand aside and let a foreign prince do all of that, simply for the sake of propriety.”
You spat out the last word, crossing your arms. When you finished your rant, it was as if all of the air was sucked out of the room. Everyone was staring either at you or Junmyeon, whose face was unreadable.
You realized almost immediately you’d spoken a bit too harshly. You shouldn’t have said anything about him being king or how he’d rule the country. That simply made everything after your point moot.
You looked around the table, everyone's faces now awkward. No one dared to challenge you, but no one dared to say anything to your prince. Scoffing, you turned away.
"Y/N," Chanyeol said, "Wait—"
You tossed the wooden practice sword into the storage bucket, and promptly left the courtyard.
When you were gone, everyone turned to Junmyeon. He refused to meet anyone’s eyes.
"Well, you can't blame her." Jongin elbowed Jongdae at his words, but the older prince flashed him a nasty look. "What!? She does have a point, Junmyeon."
"Even if she was a bit crass," Yixing agreed, "Y/N made a fair point. Him insulting our way of living is undermining the sovereignty of what will soon be your own kingdom."
Junmyeon heaved a sigh. "I can't just—"
"Can't just tell a foreign prince to fuck off, we get it,” Sehun muttered, “But you should have found a way to put a stop to it the second it started.”
“Sehun!” Kyungsoo frowned at him. “Don’t say it like that.”
“I’m right,” Sehun insisted, “And all of you know it.”
Junmyeon got up from the table. “I’ll see you all some other time,” He said emotionlessly, “I have other matters to attend to.”
And then there were seven left sitting around the table, one standing a few feet away.
“So…” Chanyeol coughed, trying desperately to change the subject, “Baekhyun, you said there was a new tavern in Fairview?”
You were undoing the clasps in your armor again when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. With a huff, you turned your head. “Who’s there?”
“A jackass,” Junmyeon’s voice said, muffled from behind the door, “That’s who.”
You sighed, standing. Your armor was hanging haphazardly off of your chest, half of it still clasped together. Swinging the door open, you met his eyes with a glare. “What? If you want me to apologize—”
“No.” He shook his head. “May I come in?”
You stepped to the side, silently answering his question. When you closed the door, you turned to face him.
“I should be the one apologizing to you,” Junmyeon mumbled quietly. “You’re right. He’s disrespecting our customs and our way of life. The next time he does that, I’ll put a stop to it. If our families are to merge, he should learn to respect my culture as I respect his. A-and even worse—he’s disrespecting one of my closest friends, and one of the greatest warriors this kingdom has ever seen.”
You huffed, trying to reach for another one of the clasps. “Now you’re pushing it.”
“I’m right on this one. You simply refuse to admit it.”
Smiling sadly, you shook your head. “Fine. Apology accepted... I should apologize as well. I shouldn’t have said that thing about how you’ll be king. I know how worried you are about it and I just… let it slip. I didn’t really mean it. I’m sorry.”
He nodded in acceptance, before tilting his head as he noticed your leather breastplate. His lips quirked up timidly. “Do you want help?”
You slumped with a pout. “Yes, please.”
You held your hair out of the way as he undid the remaining clasps. Here, standing so close to you, in the hidden air of your bedroom, was Junmyeon. In this proximity, you could feel his breath against your neck. You just knew that if you were to turn and look at his face, you’d see his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and lips pursed into a small frown.
You swallowed, wondering what would happen in any other lifetime. Where neither of you were bound by royal duty or sworn fealty to the crown. Where social ladders and caste laws didn’t exist, and arranged marriages were not something in store for either of you.
Would things have been different? Would you still have been as devoted to Junmyeon as you were now?
You knew the answer to the second question was yes. In every life, every death, every universe, every breath and promise, it was all for Junmyeon.
But you weren’t so sure if he felt the same.
When all of the clasps were undone, you opened your wardrobe and stored it carefully inside. Once you were done, you turned to him.
“You’re my closest friend,” You admitted, “If I’m quite honest, I’m scared things will change once you’re married and you’ve become king.”
He looked down, before sitting on your bed. “Things will change,” He said, “It would be improper of me as a wedded man to be so close and informal with you, an unmarried woman. Besides… I—you’ve heard the whispers.”
The whispers. The royal court loved a good story, whether it was real or not. Rumors that you and Junmyeon had fallen into bed together at least once, because of how close the two of you were. That you were secret lovers, that any second now despite the laws, Junmyeon would publicly proclaim his love for you.
And if all of those were fake… most of them at least believed that the two of you were deeply, madly in love, but simply too afraid to admit it to each other.
“Yes,” You mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “...All completely ridiculous.”
He laughed nervously. “Precisely. You understand. So… Daresay, our relationship will have to become more formal.”
“I understand. We’re grown now. No more… no more playing around.”
He nodded sadly. “Y/N, no matter what happens, I’ll always cherish you as my close friend. Everything you do for me and for my family, for the crown… don’t think it goes unnoticed. I was born with the privilege that I would always have someone willing to give their life to keep me safe. Every day, I’m grateful that it’s you.”
“I took an oath, Myeon. For king and country. I intend to keep it.”
You sat down next to him and leaned your head against his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you sighed. Knowing that soon, it wouldn’t be appropriate to be in such proximity to him.
The two of you sat there quietly, for god knows how long. You wondered if the silence said everything you wanted to say.
The week before the Salazares returned to Boram’s Bay, the 12 Nights Festival began. The weeks prior to that were filled with Junmyeon and Mariana exchanging letters as fast as the messenger birds could deliver them. You escorting Junmyeon around the city so that he could attend preparations for the festival. And at least twice a week, crying yourself to sleep.
The idea of everything changing so quickly was daunting. Already, Junmyeon was beginning to distance himself from you. He joked less, and seemed more serious. When you were with your friends, things felt more or less the same. With them, you caught him acting more genuinely. He allowed all of you to make fun of him and of each other.
He seemed relaxed. He seemed himself.
Other times, he was stern. Serious. The times you cracked jokes he would let out one of those exhales through the nose that let you know he found it amusing, but not enough to actually laugh.
Already, more pressure was being placed on his shoulders. You would stand by when Junmyeon sat in on audiences between the king and his subjects, listening to their requests and issues and how King Ilseong would negotiate to facilitate a solution.
By the time the first day of the festival rolled around, he seemed exhausted, dead on his feet. You wondered how he managed.
“How do you do it?” You asked him the day before the festival began, while you were walking him back to his quarters after one of these audiences. “You look like the next strong breeze will knock you down.”
He smiled, face turning warm. “If I’m being honest, it’s the thought that by this time next week, Mariana will be back. She said she’s bringing even more people for us to meet. Her cousin Cesar and her ladies-in-waiting. I’m excited—I can’t wait to see her.”
You gave him a tight lipped smile that likely didn’t quite reach your eyes. “That’s very sweet. You seem quite taken with her.”
Junmyeon nodded, grinning. “She is… exceptionally charming. You don’t understand, Y/N… One night, after you were dismissed, we stayed up for hours, just speaking. She’s brilliant. Easily one of the most intelligent women I’ve ever met. I-if we could talk about it, we did. It felt as if—as if—”
You watched him fumble with his words. The so elegant, composed crown prince of Oceansforte, left speechless by one woman. You couldn’t believe it. Oh, how the mighty fall.
The 12 Nights Festival rolled around, and you welcomed it with open arms. It was easily your favorite time of the year. Summer was hitting its peak, the streets were lively and bustling. The festival made it just that much better.
The Festival included parades around the country, parties and speeches, all at night, to commemorate the 12 Nights Siege which the founders of Oceansforte had survived some 406 years ago.
Every night a new celebration was held. Speeches were held at different places throughout the country, parties were thrown, every night the streets of Boram’s Bay were lit up with dancing, singing and street markets. Everything around you was lit up beautifully, and was a huge reminder as to why you did what you did.
You loved your home. Nothing could beat it, and although it had its flaws, it was ingrained in you. Always had been, always would be.
The night before Mariana returned, two days before the end of the festival, three people planned to address the people of Boram’s Bay from a balcony while the rest of the royal family watched from the side. You were to stand guard the entire time, pointedly watching the crowd piled into the Queensquare.
A few minutes before the door was set to be opened, everyone stood in front of the door, speaking with each other. You were stood with Jongin and Junmyeon.
“Are you nervous?” Jongin said, to which Junmyeon shrugged.
“It’s nothing I haven’t done before. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
You looked him up and down. He was clad in the colors of House Kim: a black, ceremonial military suit, with a red sash over his shoulder and chest. Gold tassels decorated his shoulders, the buttons on the coat embellished with House Kim’s coat of arms. All very nice, except for one detail.
“Your crest is upside down,” You murmured, stepping closer to adjust it.
He chuckled, studying your face. The proximity made your face feel hot. “It’s so heavy. It does that sometimes. Drives me mad.”
Jongin bit back a smile. “Are you sure that’s the only thing?”
You sent Jongin a vicious glare, but he simply smiled in return. Another painfully obvious reminder that everyone you were close to just knew—but somehow, Junmyeon was none the wiser.
You knew this, because then Junmyeon said, “Well, this coat does feel a bit loose. Maybe I’ll have Cora tighten it around the waist.”
Now that the pin was straightened, you pushed it slightly against his chest to ensure it was pinned properly, before smiling. Out of the corner of your eye, you noted King Ilseong approaching your small group, Minseok following behind him.
You cleared your throat, stepping away. “There you go, Junmyeon. Hopefully that should be all set.”
“Thank you, Y/N. I d—”
“It would do both of you good to keep your distance,” The King interrupted, sending you a particularly nasty glance. You took another step back, shame pooling in your gut. “Especially you, Lady Y/N. An unmarried woman of your stature—”
Your head ducked to look at the ground. Suddenly, the room was dead silent.
“Father.” Minseok’s voice was gentle. “I think that’s enough. There’s no need to be so—”
“I don’t think it is, Minseok. Junmyeon hardly knows the meaning of enough.” He faced both you and Junmyeon. “You two are to stand within an arms’ distance. L/N, remember your place. Junmyeon will be your king. Not your little—”
“Minseok was right, that is enough. You will address Lady Y/N with the respect she deserves and the title she earned fairly,” Junmyeon hissed, stepping in front of you. “After everything her and her father have done for you and this kingdom, I believe she’s entitled to it.”
King Ilseong took a deep breath, and took a step towards his son. “You are my son, and I am the King. If there is anyone who deserves respect, it is m—”
You sidestepped Junmyeon to place yourself between them both and faced the King. “My deepest apologies, Your Majesty.”
Dropping to one knee, you looked at his shoes, not wanting to meet his eyes. “I have overstepped. It will not happen again.”
“Y/N,” Junmyeon said, “You don’t have to—”
“If the King feels I am out of turn, then I have acted out of turn,” You insisted, looking up at him. You turned back to the king. “It will not happen again, my King.”
The King looked down at you. He hummed in approval. “I care about you, Lady Y/N. Junmyeon is correct, both you and your father have served the kingdom greatly. But the law is the law—your House remains Unvalidated, and Junmyeon’s engagement is soon to be announced. Be very, very careful with your behavior. Your House’s reputation depends on it.”
You clenched your jaw at the mention of your House. Your father had worked hard to get your House instated, and you weren’t about to ruin all of his hard work.
“Of course, Your Majesty,” You answered, voice small. “I will do what is right.”
When you stood again, you moved to join the ranks of the Royal Guard. You were hyper aware of everyone’s eyes on you, the King’s outburst having drawn their attention to you.
Minseok stood next to you. You focused on taking a few deep breaths, hoping to calm your nerves. During that time, everyone else lined up into their positions, and a few moments later, the servants opened the doors, and you poured out before the Royal Family did.
The Queensquare was relatively small—but it was beautiful. Tonight, it was decorated with banners and triangular flags along the lampposts, flower arrangements placed in windows and above doorways.
The first to speak was Kyungsoo. Although not a direct descendant of Queen Boram, he was still the heir to House Do, and his house still received tribute during the festival. He was dressed in the colors of his house, a white and gold military uniform with the crest of his house, a dragon holding a sword embroidered into his chest. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes glittered with pride.
“I thank the people of Oceansforte for holding my family in such high regard, even if the reign of the Do dynasty ended 212 years ago. That you still place your trust in us. We are a people strong in courage. I believe if she were alive today, Queen Boram would be greatly proud of the nation we have grown to become.”
He smiled at the applause, the cheering. “Our nation celebrates over 400 years of independence after over 800 years of Aviluxian rule, and some 88 years of rule under Paimonsvale. Here’s to double that, triple that, many dynasties more!”
The crowd in the Queensquare below erupted into even more applause and cheers of agreement. He waved at a few of the people, before stepping to the side. Junmyeon took his place at the center of the balcony.
He looked breathtaking, and there was only so much you could do to let loose the quietest heartfelt sigh. Next to you, another guard, Jaehyun, raised one of his eyebrows at you.
“My people! People of my father, and of my grandfather, and of his father before him. We live in an ever-changing nation,” He said, somehow managing to project his voice over the crowd. “Customs change, people change. In the past year, our kingdom has lost much. The difficult harvest season, flooding in Grathport and its surrounding area… the loss of our queen.”
The air turned melancholy, and Junmyeon’s eyes turned downcast for a second. It wasn’t every day that anyone in the royal family mentioned the passing of Queen Yerin. The illness that took her had been sudden, and within less than two weeks she was gone.
“Kings and queens… they come and go. One day I shall rise to the throne. I shall remain there for as long as I am physically and mentally capable, and as long as the people will have me. But this kingdom…”
He spread his arms, smiling as he gestured back at the Queensquare. “This kingdom will, if the gods have it, stand forever. Even if the gods disagree, we will fight until the end! We have carved out our destiny for as long as this kingdom has been an independent, sovereign nation. Let us continue to do so, and let us prosper!”
Everyone in the Queensquare cheered, and his smile grew even bigger.
“Long live the nation!” He declared.
Long live the nation!”
You raised an eyebrow. You knew this speech in and out—you’d watched him practice, day in and day out. This was new.
“Long live the people!”
“Long live the people!”
Where was this going? Or so you thought for the next few seconds, until Junmyeon roared, so loudly even you could hear the strain in his voice;
“LONG LIVE THE KING!”
“LONG LIVE THE KING!”
Even after all your training to keep your face still, you found it incredibly hard to hold back the gasp in the back of your throat. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Jongin and Minseok’s eyes snap in their brother’s direction.
For most, this would be a show of loyalty and love to his father. To those who knew, especially when this was unplanned?
Long live the king—the longer his father lived, the longer he could put off his duty as heir. The sarcasm couldn’t be missed.
And yet… was this because of what had just happened? You forced the thought away. It was too much to think of everything and ignore the crowd in front of you.
The Queensquare’s reply was so loud it was deafening even from atop the balcony. Junmyeon grinned, expression nothing short of ecstatic at the response—sarcastic in intention. Your heart skipped a beat, but your gut felt like it was made of lead. When he stepped away a moment later, you noticed the sweat on his brow.
This isn’t going to end well, you thought.
He stepped to the side, his father stalking up to the center of the balcony. Junmyeon exchanged a glance with his father, whose thin-lipped smile gave you no pause that he was secretly fuming.
“My father wishes to address his subjects,” Junmyeon declared, “Thank you, my people. Let us all rejoice!”
He stepped to the side, and King Ilseong stood at the center. He held out his hands, quieting the crowd. Once the silence had died down, he began to speak again.
The king’s speech was a bit longer than Junmyeon’s. He went on about his duty to the kingdom, the people’s duty to their nation. You zoned out, eyes scanning over the courtyard. There in the distance, towards the back of the crowd, you saw a familiar face.
Or at least, you were rather sure it was a familiar face—from here, it was a bit hard to tell. Your memory was a bit fuzzy, but the blonde mop of curls was distinctive of little Brigitte Treegrove.
She’d climbed up onto an oil lamppost, and was watching the king speak with wide eyes. Every few seconds she’d turn to say something to a man you hadn’t seen before.
He didn’t look like the girl’s father, but you tried to pay it no mind—maybe he was, maybe he was a close family friend, maybe it was none of your business. But you didn’t like the way his eyes would change every time he looked up at the balcony. When he looked at Brigitte, his eyes were warm and kind. But the second he turned, eyes settling on Junmyeon, his gaze turned smug… hungry.
You didn’t know how you knew he was looking at Junmyeon at this distance. But you just knew.
It alarmed you so much you kept your eyes trained on him the entire time. Towards the end of the speech, he looked over Junmyeon one last time, and then… his eyes landed on you.
For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, you locked eyes. His gaze didn’t falter, and from here, his smirk seemed to grow. Your face remained stoic, and he broke away a few seconds later.
As the king concluded his speech, the man gently tapped on Brigitte’s shoulder. She looked at him and jumped off of her place on the lamppost into his arms. The Queensquare erupted into cheers and applause, but the two of them headed down the dark street behind them.
You forced yourself to focus. There had to be some logical explanation to it. But you couldn’t shake the strange feeling brewing in your gut.
Next to you, Jaehyun straightened. You mirrored his movements, recognizing this as the sign to escort the royal family back inside. The guards entered last, and the doors shut with a final boom.
“Everyone who is not a personal guard to members of the royal family, you are dismissed.” King Ilseong’s voice was dripping with disdain. His eyes softened when his eyes landed on Kyungsoo.
“Kyungsoo, my boy,” He said, voice softer, “Thank you. Tell your mother I bid her well.”
“Of course, your highness. Thank you for having me.”
When everyone else had been ushered out of the room, King Ilseong snapped his head at Junmyeon’s direction.
“You fool of a prince,” He seethed, “Why would you even—“
“Is it such a crime to wish my father a long life?” Junmyeon asked, “Especially after so soon after losing my mother?”
The King’s eyes flashed in anger. “How dare you. You know what you said, you know what you meant by it.”
Jongdae huffed. “Could both of you calm down and stop being such—”
Jongin crossed his arms. “Jongdae—”
“Yes,” Junmyeon answered, glaring at his father, “I know what I said. So do you, and so does everyone else in this room, now. The people outside, down in the Queensquare do not. And they likely never will. What they see is completely different from what you or I would, father. I don’t know why you can’t recognize that.”
The king scowled, before glancing around the room. He took a deep breath, before looking back at his second oldest son. “Perhaps it is good that I live long. Then your disgraceful rule will be a smaller stain on our nation’s history. Your disrespect tonight tells me everything I need to know about how you will rule once I am gone.”
He stormed out of the room, Minseok following after him. He was staring at his father with great disdain.
The doors slammed shut, and Junmyeon shook his head. “Horrible old man,” He muttered, gnawing on his cheek.
“I don’t know what Mother ever saw in him,” Jongdae grumbled.
“Enough,” Jongin snapped. “This is supposed to be a happy night, but no. Apparently no one in this family knows how to behave. Not him, prideful bastard,” He jabbed a finger at the door, “Not you, you nosy buffoon,” He pointed at Jongdae, “And certainly not you,” He scowled as he pointed at Junmyeon, “With your—your theatrics. And you all call me the childish one.”
There was a beat of silence, and then suddenly both Jongdae and Junmyeon were in his face, cussing him out. This had happened before—House Kim was a prideful one, and none of the men in the Royal Family were good at knowing when to back down.
So you did what you usually did when this happened: You, Jaehyun and Sicheng placed yourselves in between the siblings, each of you hoping to separate your assigned sibling from the fray. Your eyes met Junmyeon as you stepped in front of him, and you felt terrible; his voice was angry, but his eyes were misty. Once you got closer, you could tell his lip was wobbling slightly.
You looked at Jaehyun, who raised an eyebrow in question. With Minseok gone, you were in charge. You nodded, silently answering his question. With difficulty, you maneuvered the brothers away from each other. Sicheng pulled Jongin out into the hallway, Jaehyun pulled Jongdae into a room adjacent to the one you were in, and you kept Junmyeon inside of the room.
Once the other two were gone, all of the fight seemed to leave him. He crossed his arms, shaking his head.
“Don’t listen to him,” You said.
“Who?” He asked, giving you a sad smile, “My father or my brothers?”
You shrugged. “Whoever bothered you the most. Come, I’ll take you to your quarters.”
He agreed wordlessly, letting you pull him out of the room. Sicheng and Jongin were gone, hopefully in the other direction.
“I… would like to ask,” You said a few moments later, “Why did you say it?”
Junmyeon was silent, before sighing. “I’m… not quite sure. I think I just… wanted to make him angry. It was immature of me, I know.”
“Is it because of what he said about me?”
He said nothing, but his silence told you everything you needed to know
You looked at him. “Junmyeon…”
“I know, I know.” He shook his head. “I’m turning 24 soon. I’m grown. But all of this, it—it’s stressful. It’s bad enough that his ego takes up the entire space in the room… I don’t need him insulting the people I care about.”
With a soft tsk, you huffed. “I can take him reminding me of my ‘place’. People did it all the time when I was still an active member of the court.”
“Still,” He grumbled. “It’s humiliating. He did it in front of everyone to shame you.”
You didn’t tell him you didn’t disagree.
The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes. You tried to focus not stepping on the cracks in the stones beneath you to try and avoid telling him that he was right. There was no need to possibly fuel any drama between the King and the Crown Prince.
“Remember when we were younger?” You asked, voice quieter. “When everything didn’t seem as… set in stone?”
You thought of all of the times you chased each other with wooden swords through his mother’s garden, of running away from parties to look for rooms with enough couches for all of you to sleep on because Yixing was tired and he was too afraid to sleep alone and insisted all of you come with him. You were all so young, so naïve.
All of that was gone now.
He laughed softly, nodding. “I do. I definitely do. I… there are so many things I would have done differently, knowing now.”
“Like what?”
His smile grew sad, before glancing at you. “I would have… hugged my mother more. She used to nag, saying that once I got older I stopped hugging her or kissing her like I did when I was a boy. A-and she was right. I stopped because Father would… say things. You know how he is.”
You hummed. Junmyeon’s father was a good king. But he wasn’t a good father. He tried to keep up the appearances in front of the greater courts. But in smaller, more personal circles… He was less than inclined.
“I… I don’t think it’ll do you well to continue dwelling on what-ifs, my prince.”
“What-ifs are all I’ve been thinking about as of late, my lady.”
You swallowed at the title. You knew he was just poking fun at how you addressed him, but… the sound of him calling you his lady. You liked it, a little too much.
You smiled at him, hoping the heat of your cheeks wasn’t too evident in the dimly lit corridor.
“What other what-ifs have been plaguing you, then?”
“Do you remember when we snuck out to that tavern in Allunya?”
Your eyes widened. Yes, you remembered Allunya.
You and Junmyeon were 19. It was late summer. On a trip for some Allunyan duke’s wedding, the ten of you had snuck out of the keep and into a village tavern. You’d drank common ale for the first time, and you’d all danced until your feet cramped. It was one of the best nights of your life… and the same night you realized your feelings for Junmyeon.
“How could I forget? Baekhyun drank so much he threw up on the horse on the way back.”
Junmyeon threw his head back, letting out a laugh—a real laugh, not one that felt forced or fake entirely. “Well, it was his first time—I don’t blame him. But… that was some of the most fun I’ve ever had. I would have asked you all to do it more often if I’d known we wouldn’t get caught.”
“We were two day’s travel away from Boram’s Bay,” You countered, “I feel we would have gotten recognized if we did that here.”
“Maybe,” He said with a nod, “But I remember dancing with you and never wanting it to end.”
You froze for a second, before swallowing the lump in your throat.
“...Oh? Is that so?”
He laughed, shrugging. “For the first time ever, I’d never felt so free. I felt lighter than a feather. I—just for a moment, I had no… responsibilities. I didn’t know Minseok didn’t want to be king yet. Hell, I didn’t even feel like a prince at all. I felt like… well, like a boy, who was out having fun with his friends.”
The swirling in your stomach came to an abrupt stop. Of course that was why.
“Oh. Yes, I can imagine.”
His eyes were warm as he recalled the memory. You wondered how he’d have reacted that night if…
“Junmyeon.” Your voice was shaky, and not because of the staircase you were going up.
He raised his eyebrows. “Yes?”
“I—” You thought of the implications of it all. If he didn’t reciprocate, he’d treat you differently. You’d lose him even sooner than you were bracing for.
But if he did…
Then what? You had three months until the wedding. Mariana was likely already in Oceansforte, set to arrive in the morning. When you reached the top of the stairs, you gave him a tight-lipped smile.
“I just think… Tonight, you don’t feel that good. But by this time tomorrow, you’ll be with Mariana and I think you’ll feel a lot better. Don’t dwell on the past, my prince. The future will come before you know it, and… I think it’ll suit you.”
He was silent until you reached his door. “I… Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know where I would be if it weren’t for you.”
“You’d probably be in the infirmary,” You joked, “Jongdae packs a pretty punch.”
He chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I mean it. You’re the greatest friend I could ask for.”
You smiled, ignoring the small stab in your chest at the word friend. “You would do the same. Now, go get some rest. Your beloved will be here in a few hours.”
He grinned. “I intend to. I’m exhausted.”
You watched him enter his chambers, eyes warm. But your face fell the second he was gone, and you turned away without looking back.
That night, you dreamed of Allunya.
The music from the live band—which consisted of a fiddler, a drummer and two singers playing a mandolin and a fiddle respectively—was heartful and cheery, with just a touch of melancholy. They sang of winning battles with friends, spotting former lovers with their new lovers, and old lovers reuniting after years of being apart.
The ale was going to everyone’s head. Chanyeol and Baekhyun were play-fighting, Kyungsoo watching and drunkenly laughing as they did. Jongin was dozing off at the table. Everyone else was either drinking or dancing, but you and Junmyeon were dancing together.
You were drunk, so by no means were you two the most graceful couple dancing. But despite being so unaware of your surroundings and everything else going on around you, you seemed so fixated on Junmyeon’s face. He was laughing along with you as you got every step wrong and stepped on each other’s feet.
“Mother would be distraught if she—” He hiccupped, “—saw me now. All those years of ballroom dancing classes done away with a few pints…”
“I’d like to see her try to do the Allunyan Four-Step after three pints of ale, Myeonnie,” You slurred, “I d-don’t think it’d go too well for her—ah!”
You stepped back, slipping on something someone had spilled onto the floor. Your eyes clenched shut, hoping any bruises you’d get wouldn’t be visible to your parents. But a moment later, a hand caught your waist and another the back of your neck.
When he caught you, you were met face to face with him. Your lips parted. Under the warm lights of the tavern’s fireplace and lanterns, you could make out a bright shade of pink spread across his cheeks. The ale had clearly gotten to him. He looked so…
“Pretty,” You mumbled as he helped you stand.
“What?” He asked, “I didn’t hear you. ‘S too loud.”
“I said, ‘that scared me’,” You answered, a little too quickly.
He stepped even closer, gripping your waist. You swallowed at the proximity—your chests were touching now.
“I-I don’t think the Allunyan Four-Step is danced so close.”
He shook his head, eyes hooded. “I don’t care about the Allunyan Four-Step.”
You gasped when he led you through the crowd, dancing as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Your boots were sticky with spilled ale and other mystery substances spilled on the floor, and you had to lift your skirts with one hand to ensure they wouldn’t get dirtied or that you wouldn’t trip over them. Your free hand fastened itself around his neck for leverage, and the two of you went about skipping—stomping?—about the dance floor.
Some of the older couples stopped to watch and laugh, but not maliciously. You could tell they were happy to see two young persons, so cheerful and carefree and in love—
You stumbled again, but you caught your balance before anything could happen. In love? Where had that come from?
Junmyeon simply laughed, tossing his head back. Your face softened at his expression. He looked so… beautiful.
You dropped your skirts, reaching to cup Junmyeon’s cheek. He seemed a bit startled, but relaxed into your touch a few moments later. He grinned at you, and you matched his expression. Just a pair of young, drunken fools, laughing and dancing, holding each other tighter… faces leaning forward…
Your eyes fluttered shut. You almost felt alarmed at how right it felt. At this proximity, you could feel his breath fanning your cheek.
Until a split second later, when Chanyeol drunkenly yelled, loud enough for it to echo across the tavern, “That’s not true, you stump-sized bastard!”
You both jumped in each other’s grips, and when you opened your eyes, an alarmed gaze met yours.
“Time to go?” Suddenly, Junmyeon sounded a lot more sober.
“I think so,” You said without hesitating. A moment later, Baekhyun slurred, “I’m just—calling it as I see it!”
He tugged you toward the table by the hand. You ripped your hand out of his. Not just to hold Baekhyun back from Chanyeol. Suddenly, your hand felt like it was on fire.
You jolted awake in your bed. Swallowing dryly, your eyes fluttered shut again. Your hand came up to your forehead, rubbing away the cold sweat that had accumulated while you slept.
“Fuck,” You croaked.
As the envoy of three carriages and three wagons rolled up to the main entrance of the castle, you stood at attention. Parallel to you stood Minseok, who was eyeing the rest of his family nervously. You weren’t sure what had happened in the hours after you left. All you knew was that Jongin seemed to have calmed down, now eyeing Junmyeon, Jongdae and his father nervously.
There was no time for the dramatics—now was the time to concentrate on the task at hand. One of the carriages opened, a guard stepping out and announcing the Aviluxian royal family and their company.
From the first carriage emerged King Adriano. When the other two opened, Sebastian and another young man emerged from one, and Mariana and three young women emerged from another.
The servants took to unloading the carriage, and the Aviluxian guests walked up the castle steps to meet the royal family. They greeted each other with bows and curtsies, King Adriano and King Ilseong embracing briefly.
“Adriano, welcome back.”
“A pleasure to return,” The King said, “I bring more company.”
“Yes, I see,” King Ilseong answered, “Come, enter, let’s force the pleasantries out of the heat.”
Prince Sebastian laughed softly. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, this is nothing in comparison to summer in the Aviluxian desert.”
He nodded, “Yes, I suppose you’re correct. Still, you’ve traveled far, I assume you’re all tired.”
Your group of guards escorted the large group inside. Mariana turned her head to look at the guards, and when she saw you, she grinned in greeting. You acknowledged her with a small smile and quick nod of the head.
Once the gates were shut, she could no longer contain herself. She practically threw herself at Junmyeon with a quaint laugh, who embraced her with a face that looked like he was in heaven.
“I’ve missed you,” She said.
Junmyeon pulled away. “As h-have I.”
“You’ve grown so fond of each other,” King Adriano said, “It warms the heart.”
The two nodded, but said nothing further. You took a deep breath—this is going to be a long, long week.
“I was saying.” King Adriano turned back to King Ilseong. “You remember Mariana and Sebastian. This is my nephew, Cesar. He is second-in-line for the throne after Sebastian.”
Sebastian looked proud at the statement, but Cesar’s face remained passive. “The greatest honor, King Ilseong,” Cesar murmured, bowing again.
“The pleasure is mine,” King Ilseong replied. “Is it your first time in Oceansforte?”
“No, Your Majesty. I’ve been once before but as a boy, to visit a friend of my mother’s on Magpie Island.”
“Magpie Island, yes. A lovely place.”
Prince Cesar nodded in agreement, and then King Adriano introduced Mariana’s ladies-in-waiting and closest friends, Montserrat of the House Cipriano, Isadora of the House Leon and Lisette of the House Peralta. They spoke less, seeming to be the most timid of the Aviluxians.
They were all served lunch, you watching from behind them as you stood guard. Your lower back was beginning to ache from standing up straight for so long. You were forced to watch Junmyeon and Mariana’s every interaction from feet away, and it killed you. They sat next to each other at lunch. Every now and then, one of them would lean over and whisper to each other, then laugh quietly to themselves as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
And oh, how you burned. How you ached to push yourself between the two and demand they let you in on their little jokes. It felt like a stab to the heart every single time.
You forced yourself to focus on the servants instead, and the Aviluxian guards the family had brought along with them.
When that was done, you were dismissed to allow for them to discuss entrances in the ballroom for the celebration tomorrow night.
Minseok caught up to you as you exited the room. He nudged you gently with his shoulder.
“How have you been?”
“As alright as one can be,” You answered. He started to open his mouth and you held up a finger. “I don’t want to talk about it, Min. There are more important things than whatever I have going on in my personal life to think about.”
“Alright,” He conceded. “I won’t say anything.”
“Thank you. Now, who’s coming today?”
“The usual rascals,” Minseok said. “I think everyone wants to meet the only girl that makes Jun nervous.”
You chuckled. “No one’s ever rattled him quite like she does,” You agreed. “The great Prince Junmyeon of House Kim, stuttering because of a girl.”
The two of you waited at the steps of the main entrance, waiting in the meantime.
“You know more than I do,” You murmured, “What happened after the fight last night?”
“I know Jongin and Jun made up,” Minseok answered, crossing his arms. “I doubt anything of the sort happened between the rest of them. Father is… well. You know how he is.”
You nodded, face burning. His words from last night still felt like scratches on your skin.
“Jongdae is just as proud as father is. Junmyeon definitely doesn’t want to bend with either of them. Jongin is more forgiving, at least. More willing to compromise for the sake of the family.”
“And you?” You raised an eyebrow. “I know you were angry last night.”
“You’re my best friend and my second in command. Hearing Father treat you that way made me see red, and reminded me of another reason why I didn’t want to be king. It goes to your head if you’re not the right person. Father was the right person to be king, yes, but not the right person to… be anything else, I suppose. It’s gone to his head and he thinks himself better than anyone in the nation. And because he is king, there’s not much we can do to convince him otherwise.”
You nodded, but didn’t answer. Minseok frowned. “I think you’re the person who’s shown the least amount of emotion regarding the whole thing, even though he was cruel to you. How are you?”
A deep breath left your chest. “I… Sometimes I think I’m used to it. The whispers, the fact that some people think that my House isn’t ever going to actually be Validated. And most of the time I am. But when it’s said to my face like that, and by the king, no less…”
You bit your lip, blinking a few times and trying to ignore the sudden burning in your eyes. With a huff, you faced away from Minseok.
“It hurts. I hate to admit it, but I—it makes me feel so small.”
“You can cry if you want,” He said softly, “I’m not gonna judge you for it.”
You shook your head. “No,” You insisted, voice watery, “I don’t want to.”
Minseok sighed. “Y/N—”
“Please don’t.” You wiped your eyes, leaning against the wall. “I’ll be fine.”
He said nothing, but looked upset at your denial of him. A few moments later, the gates opened, and a carriage rolled past it.
When Baekhyun exited, he strolled towards you both with a grin. It faded when he saw your expressions.
“What’d I do?” He asked with a pout, “I haven’t even said anything yet.”
“Nothing, my friend.” Minseok forced a smile onto his face. “Y/N just has an issue with her emotions.”
Baekhyun furrowed his eyebrows. “Is this about Junmyeon again? Gods, woman, I don’t know why you don’t just—”
“Keep your voice down!” You hissed, “Do you want the whole kingdom to know!?”
“Oh, they already do,” Chanyeol said, popping his head out of the carriage. “Junmyeon’s the only idiot who doesn’t.”
You scowled. “All of you vex me so,” You grumbled, “You idiots.”
“What brings the two of you together?”
“I invited Chanyeol for lunch to have a… conversation about some choices he’s been making,” Baekhyun mumbled.
“Do—not—tell them.” Chanyeol made his way to your little trio, staring Baekhyun down.
“Is this about the Allunyan duchess you’re bedding? The married one?” Minseok asked, picking at some dirt underneath his fingernail. He sounded very uninterested in the whole thing.
Your jaw dropped open. “You’re sleeping with a married duchess?”
Chanyeol looked at Minseok as if he was planning on stomping on him. His ears were a bright red. “How did you know?”
Minseok rolled his eyes, before lowering his voice to mimic Chanyeol’s, “The whole kingdom already knows.”
“Not me,” You mumbled, confused at the whole situation. Evidently in your time away from court, it had been very eventful.
“Nor does her husband,” Baekhyun said, as if it were any consolation, “Just… most of the court.”
“Why?” You asked Chanyeol, still in disbelief, “Chanyeol, of all the women to stick your c—”
“It’s complicated,” He insisted, before grumbling, “Her husband’s an ass.”
Another carriage entered the gate, and Chanyeol held up his hand. “Not a word of this to anyone else. Understood?”
“I suppose,” Minseok answered, “Doubt they don’t already know.”
Chanyeol huffed, but said nothing.
As this carriage rolled up to the steps, another entered as well, which was followed by a third. Out came Yixing, Sehun and Kyungsoo, respectively.
When the three of them greeted the group, Yixing looked around all of you. “Everyone looks like they swallowed a lemon.”
“Chanyeol’s just told us all a terrible joke,” You said, glaring at him, “Not funny in the slightest.”
Sehun raised an eyebrow. “Is it the one about the Allunyan du—“
“Oh Sehun.” Chanyeol looked just about ready to strangle him. “Not another word out of you.”
“Gods, you’re right,” Kyungsoo groaned, rolling his eyes, “He’s not funny at all.”
Chanyeol looked as if he wanted to burst into flames then and there, but you all chose to ignore it. You and Minseok led the men to the courtyard, where you’d all agreed to wait for the members of the Royal Families until they were done.
Baekhyun strode next to you as you did, and he offered a sympathetic smile. “You should tell him.”
“I should not tell him,” You said, side-eyeing him, “Not when he’s getting married.”
“You’re thinking of this all wrong.” He shook his head. “You’re thinking that if you tell him he’ll be forced to reject you or accept you—which realistically, isn’t going to happen. Not because he doesn’t like you, but… You know. Because he’s getting married and the law wouldn’t allow you two to be together anyway.”
You gave a deadpan stare. “Thank you Baekhyun. You are so helpful.”
“I don’t mean it like that. I’m willing to bet my money that Jun does love you. But because of the circumstances he can’t give you what you want. Listen, what I’m trying to say is don’t tell him with the intention of giving him your love. Tell him with the intention of letting go of it.”
When you didn’t answer, he took that as his cue to continue. His eyes turned overly wistful, and he put a hand on his chest. Ever the thespian, he began to speak in a bad impression of your voice.
“Junmyeon, I care for you more than a knight should care for the prince she’s been assigned, and more than a best friend should care for their best friend. I’m not expecting anything—you’re engaged, and it wouldn’t be allowed anyway. I simply need to get it off my chest, so that I can heal faster.”
Ignoring his theatrics, you mulled over his words. Did you really even want to heal? You loved Junmyeon and you loved loving him, it was what kept you so dedicated to him. And you weren’t sure what you would do with his rejection, which was inevitable.
“I… I’ll think about it. It doesn’t sound like such a terrible idea.”
You all sat at the long table you’d sat at the last time—when you’d snapped at Junmyeon. That seemed to have been forgotten as you all sat. Minseok leaned against the table, crossing his arms.
“This is a foreign royal family. Not just Princess Mariana, your future queen, and not just Prince Sebastian, the future king of an allied nation—”
“The jackass?” Kyungsoo asked.
“The jackass,” You confirmed.
“—I’d better not hear that word once he’s around,” Minseok snapped, sending both of you a stern glance, “This is also their cousin Prince Cesar and Mariana’s ladies-in-waiting. Those four have nothing to do with any slights we might have against the two. We’re all adults here. We’ve all been brought up properly, no? Please just play nice. Mariana and her ladies will be apart of our circle and the royal court from here on out. Please be welcoming.”
Nodding, you looked around the circle. You sighed upon seeing everyone staring at you, waiting for a response. “Everyone here… knows about how I feel. Do not hold that against her. It is my problem alone and not anyone else’s. She is kind and treats Junmyeon well. I do not want her feeling unwelcome here.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“We wouldn’t dream of it.” Sehun patted your back.
“Well, we did dream of it, but now that you’ve asked us not to, we will not,” Baekhyun said, beaming proudly.
“You’re terrible,” You mumbled, laughing.
“What makes them so terrible now?”
Everyone turned their attention to see Junmyeon arriving with his brothers and the younger members of the Aviluxian envoy. He had his arm around Mariana’s waist.
“Nothing in particular,” You said, standing out of respect, “I just asked them not to embarrass me in front of our guests.”
Your friends around the table stood, offering bows and respect to the newcomers. They offered their seats, opting to stand around the guests. When you stood next to Baekhyun, you noted his shocked face. His eyes were wide, lips parted in awe. You followed his gaze, eyes landing on Montserrat, who was speaking quietly to Mariana, Caterina and Lisette.
Apparently all Oceansforte men look at Aviluxian women like that, you thought, remembering how similar Junmyeon’s face looked to Baekhyun’s. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Instead, you rolled your shoulders back and stood up straight.
“Esteemed guests,” You began, smiling, “Today, apart from the brothers of House Kim, my friends and I join you. We are all close friends of the princes and the Royal Family. For those of you who have not met me, my name is Lady Y/N, of House L/N. I am Prince Minseok’s second in command for the Royal Guard, and Prince Junmyeon’s personal knight. It is an honor.”
After a bow, you went around introducing your friends. Each one of them offered the same pleasantries: a brief greeting and a bow. When Baekhyun gave his, he kept his eyes trained on Montserrat the entire time. And when she met his eyes, she bloomed a shade of red and looked down to her lap.
When you were all done, Sebastian leaned back in his seat—the one you’d just been sitting in. He smiled smugly, before looking at his sister.
“So, Junmyeon, you’ve invited us to spend the afternoon with your friends. Shall we be partaking in any activities?”
“Oh, I hadn’t had time to actually consider what we’d be doing,” Junmyeon admitted, “I left that mostly to them.”
Kyungsoo raised a finger, smiling at the guests. “Jongin and I were thinking of what to do a few days ago, actually. He made a wonderful suggestion. Since we’re in such a large group, we thought that playing Boram’s Triad would take up the entire afternoon and show the guests a side of our customs.”
You grinned at the idea, and saw Chanyeol and Minseok nodding in approval.
Mariana nodded. “I think we’d love to learn. How do you play—what did you say it was called?”
“It’s called Boram’s Triad. Most people call it S.W.S—Skill-Wits-Strength,” Jongin said.
“Skill-wits-strength?” Cesar asked.
“It’s a set of three games that’s played by eight different teams,” Kyungsoo explained, “The first round eliminates four teams, the second two, and the final round determines the winner. It’s always the same three games in the same order. Archery, to test skill, chess, to test wit, and finally, a sword fight, to test strength. Whichever team wins all three wins the Triad.”
“Isn’t it usually played in teams of three? Each person in the team participates in a different activity?” Junmyeon asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kyungsoo shrugged. “We figured it would be better to play in pairs for the first round and then choose who would play each round better.”
Cesar grinned, nodding. “It sounds like good fun,” He said. “Shall we team up now?”
Jongin nodded. “It’s customary for guests to choose first. Please, choose whomever you’d like.”
Immediately, Mariana stood. She looked excited, which you found endearing. “Junmyeon?”
The prince grinned in agreement. You tried to ignore the clenching in your chest as she strode towards him.
“Well, sister,” Sebastian said, standing from his chair, “All well and good for choosing your beloved, but if you wish to win you must choose strategically. Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol’s head snapped into his direction. He seemed caught off guard, almost surprised that the prince was addressing him. You did your best to resist cackling at his wide eyes.
“Yes?” He asked, voice teetering on uneasiness.
“I’ll play with you. We both seem to be strong, smart men—“
“Strong, maybe,” Baekhyun mumbled next to you, “Smart, I could tell you otherwise.”
You didn’t know what would’ve happened if Chanyeol or Sebastian had heard him, but thankfully that didn’t happen. Instead, Sebastian continued to speak.
“—So I hope we shall win together.”
Chanyeol hesitated. He glanced at Minseok, who raised an eyebrow in a manner that could only be described as threatening. Less than a second later, Chanyeol had put on the fakest smile you’d ever seen him wear, walking towards Sebastian.
“Of course, your royal highness. It’s an honor.”
Cesar opened his mouth, but Montserrat beat him to it. She pointed at—
“Baekhun, that was your name, yes?”
“Baekhyun,” He said gently, “Me, my lady?”
Montserrat nodded happily. “Yes, please.”
He grinned, and the two stood to the side, speaking in hushed tones to each other.
Lisette and Isadora exchanged glances, and Lisette chose first. Her eyes landed on Kyungsoo, who seemed indifferent—but you knew he probably would have preferred to be with Jongin. Isadora chose Yixing. Ever the gentleman, Yixing gave a bow when he was chosen and expressed how flattered he was.
Cesar was the last to choose. He was silent for a moment, but you didn’t have to think too hard on who he’d choose. Not if he was anything like Sebastian, at least.
His eyes landed on Minseok, and you resisted frowning. You would have loved to be able to choose Minseok, but then—
“Lady Y/N?”
All heads snapped in his direction. You blinked.
“Your highness?”
“Mariana has spoken well of you. You seem pragmatic and capable, may I please join you?”
“Why listen to Mariana?” Sebastian scoffed, “Oh, cousin, you should know by now—“
“I’d rather listen to Mariana than to you, cousin.” The fake smile on Cesar’s face did little to hide the disdain for his cousin, and you slapped yourself mentally for holding prejudice against him. Sebastian’s jaw dropped open, as if no one had ever spoken to him like that before. Given that he was the heir to the throne, that was likely true.
Cesar turned back to you, paying Sebastian’s gaping mouth no mind. “If you wish to choose someone else, my lady, I’d take no offense—“
“No,” You insisted, “Not at all. Please, I’d be honored.”
Cesar’s shoulders relaxed, and you heard Sebastian scoff as you stood next to his cousin.
The rest of the selections went by with a breeze. Sehun chose Jongin and Minseok and Jongdae were left with each other.
Jongin was nice enough to ask the servants to prepare a set of four targets, plus bows and arrows for each pair. The targets had ten circles, each circle representing a set of points. They were set up in the field between the castle and the castle’s private beach, where you and your friends would chase each other when you were all children.
“So the way we’ve planned it is every two teams get a target, each team gets four shots total—in turns of two,” Kyungsoo explained once you’d left the courtyard and were in front of the arrows.
“How will we decide turns and who plays against who?” Sehun asked.
“I wrote everyone’s teams down on the way here,” Jongin said, “I’ll just draw them from a cup.”
First up, were Minseok and Jongdae against Yixing and Isadora. Minseok and Jongdae made a formidable pair—Jongdae was fairly skilled, and while Minseok as captain of the Royal Guard was more skilled at close combat, he was decent enough when it came to archery. In the first round, Jongdae scored an 8 and Minseok a 7. In the next one, Jongdae scored a 9, much to Minseok’s delight.
“That’s it!” He said, slapping his younger brother on the back. You laughed from where you were watching, clapping for the loudest prince.
“I take it you and Minseok are close?” Cesar asked curiously.
“I’m his second-in-command, and I’ve been friends with the princes since I was a girl. He’s a good friend.” You nodded, watching Minseok take up the bow. This time, he had a little less luck. He scored a 6—their total added up to 30. He pursed his lips, evidently slightly disappointed.
You cupped your hands around your mouth, so that you’d be heard over the wind and the small distance. “Don’t fret, Min. It was a good shot, it’s just a bit windy.”
He shrugged you off. “It’s fine.”
Next up were Yixing and Isadora. The two of them were evidently a bit awkward around each other, and the minute she picked up the bow, you knew she’d likely never picked one up before. As you watched curiously, Yixing gave her a brief explanation on how to use it, and she was able to score a 3.
You nodded in approval. Without much experience plus the slight wind, it was impressive.
“Is it common for women in Oceansforte to train with weapons like you, Lady Y/N?” Cesar spoke again, leaning towards you. “Please forgive me if I’m intruding. I don’t mean to pry.”
“Not at all, your highness. I’d say it’s a bit more common now, but it wasn’t very commonplace when my father started training me. And please, just Y/N is fine.”
“Likewise—please just call me Cesar. How old were you?”
You thought for a moment, clapping gently when Yixing scored a 5. “I was about 8. When he wasn’t looking after the king and I wasn’t in class or off with my friends, he was teaching me the basics of close combat and the honor code of the Royal Guard.”
“That’s quite admirable,” He said with a nod, “I take it Mariana has told you of our customs back home in Avilux?”
You bristled. “Yes, but I ask that you respect my country’s customs if we do disagree—”
“Disagree? Nonsense. I think it’s perfectly sensible for everyone to at least have a slight idea how to defend themselves.”
You smiled. “There’s a bit more to it than simply self-defense.”
“What do you mean?”
You thought of the looks you got at court when it was announced you’d be joining the Royal Guard, the judging stares, the probing questions. “Plenty of things that frankly, I’m not looking to debate at the moment. Too much of a migraine. If you wish to read on it yourself, there’s a lovely book in the castle library that—”
“Oh! Isadora, do be careful,” Sebastian exclaimed as Isadora misfired, her arrow landing in the grass just below the target, “You’ll take someone’s eye out.”
She said nothing, staring at him expressionlessly. And despite not knowing her at all, you could just tell on the inside she was fuming.
Call it women’s intuition.
Yixing scored a 5, making their score a total of 13. Still, they took it with ease. “I don’t think either of us wanted to sword fight anyway,” He said softly. Isadora laughed, nodding.
“Quite true, my lord.”
The next time Jongin drew names, Baekhyun and Montserrat were placed against Junmyeon and Mariana. It was very apparent that both pairings enjoyed their respective pairs quite well.
Montserrat raised her bow, but instead pointed one of the tips of it towards Mariana, who raised an amused eyebrow.
“With all due respect, your highnesses,” Montserrat said, scrunching her eyes shut in a dramatic manner, “Baekhyun and I are simply much too skilled for either of you to best us.”
“Watch how it’s done, princey.” Baekhyun grinned cheekily at the prince, and suddenly you understood why they liked each other so much.
“I won’t watch then,” Junmyeon said teasingly, “Because whatever you do, I’ll do it better.”
You bit back a laugh. Junmyeon was loads better than Baekhyun had ever been at archery.
“He’s so obnoxious,” You mumbled, softly.
“She’s a menace,” Cesar said at the same time. You both met eyes, before laughing softly together.
You liked Cesar, you decided. He wasn’t rude, nor was he overbearing in order to gain your approval. Plus, he’d told Sebastian off earlier, which had Junmyeon and everyone else here beat in that category so far.
Montserrat fumbled with the bow, which caused Mariana to laugh quietly.
“Your mind games will not work on me this time, my princess,” Montserrat hummed happily. You blinked.
“Mind games?” You asked quietly, glancing at your partner.
Cesar tsked. “Oh, Aviluxian women—especially at court—are exceptionally good at getting into your head. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that being expected to simply sit still and look pretty grows rather boring eventually. My cousin is quite good at it,” He murmured. You raised an eyebrow as he lowered his voice.
“...Sometimes, you don’t even realize she’s there.”
When Montserrat let the arrow fly, you all watched it fly into the 1-point circle. Still, her and Baekhyun squealed as if they’d just struck gold. It was amusing to watch, but it did little to dissuade the sudden uneasiness in your stomach.
A minute later when Baekhyun fired his first shot, his arrow embedded itself into the 7-point circle. He nodded approvingly.
Montserrat, again with Baekhyun’s help, lifted her bow and aimed towards the arrow, arm shaking slightly with exertion. She took a deep breath, and Baekhyun leaned in to whisper something into her ear. She glanced at him, smiled, and the next thing you knew, the arrow landed in the 3-point circle.
They both celebrated accordingly, making you smile. As much as Baekhyun—and by extension, the rest of your friends—could get on your nerves, you really did care about them. Seeing him happy made you happy, even more so when he was playing up his antics.
Baekhyun scored a 9 this time, causing him to flex his muscles, despite them being covered by his several layers of linen. When you looked around the group, you saw your friends laughing at his dramatics. Mariana and her other ladies-in-waiting seemed amused, but Sebastian looked to be rather unamused by the display.
Their final number of points was 19. Neither of them really seemed to care.
“At the end of the day,” Montserrat said happily, “I’m content to just learn new customs and meet the members of Mariana’s future court. All good fun.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, Montserrat,” Mariana answered as she and Junmyeon stepped up to their spot, “But as much as you love fun, I love to win.”
Everyone chuckled. You thought back to what Cesar said, wondering how much of it was true.
He’s second-in-line for the throne, you thought, probably just resentful that his cousins are more likely to rule nations than he is.
Junmyeon was up first, and my, what an impressive archer he was. He rolled his head on his neck, before holding his bow up in a way that showed: he knew what he was doing. From his stance, to his steady breathing, to the unadulterated confidence rolling off of him in that moment. He nocked an arrow against the bow, and aimed, before letting go.
You watched as the arrow, almost effortlessly, landed in the center of the target. A seemingly perfect bullseye—the first 10 of the game. A stunned silence engulfed the Aviluxians for a brief moment, while the rest of you erupted into applause. To your small circle, it was nothing new. A second later, your guests joined you in applause.
“Perfect as always, Jun!” Yixing spoke loudly over the wind. “I’m glad Isadora and I weren’t up against you, it would have made our loss look even worse. Good thing it was just Jongdae and Minseok.”
“Hey!” Jongdae’s head snapped to glare at Yixing, but Yixing paid him no mind.
Junmyeon shook his head, laughing as he did so.
He handed the bow off to Mariana. When he approached her to help her into her stance, she shook her head. “I think I know how to do it, I want to try on my own.”
“Are you sure?” Junmyeon asked, to which Mariana nodded.
She straightened her posture, grabbing an arrow before nocking it into the bow. She furrowed her brows in concentration, and you leaned your head forward to watch in concentration. While you weren’t the best, you knew the basics. Just from simple observation, Mariana seemed to have learned them all. Her stance was right, she was holding the bow correctly.
And when the arrow landed in the 7-point ring, dangerously close to the border of the 8-point, you realized she might have learned even more than the basics.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. She seemed equally as stunned, but proud nonetheless. When she turned to Junmyeon, he was beaming. The group erupted into applause.
“Lovely, milady!” Isadora exclaimed.
“You’re a natural, princess,” Montserrat said.
Your eyes spared Sebastian a glance. He was applauding, but he seemed disinterested. He was probably thinking something along the lines of beginner’s luck.
Junmyeon took his turn again, and to no one’s surprise, he shot a 9. Everyone applauded politely, but you’d be lying if you didn’t acknowledge the slight disappointment in your prince’s eyes.
When Mariana took the bow from his hands, she took her stance again. Cesar seemed to share your curiosity.
“Now we find out,” He murmured in a deep raspy tone, leaning closer towards you, “Is she a natural, or is she just lucky?”
You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. This was the first time you actually took his appearance in. He was about the same height as Junmyeon. His dark hair was on the longer side. He had a complexion similar to that of his cousins, but his eyes were a piercing hazel green. And unlike Sebastian, who kept a closely shaven face, Cesar sported well-maintained stubble.
Suddenly, he felt too close, and you took a step back with an uneasy chuckle. “Your cousin is smart,” You said, voice resolute. “I don’t doubt her talents.”
Your eyes shifted back to the couple, and you stiffened when you realized Junmyeon had been carefully studying your interaction. You locked eyes with him, expression unreadable.
A second later, when the arrow landed, it scored Mariana an 8. Junmyeon’s eyes snapped to his betrothed, and he plastered a smile onto his face as she grew excited.
Your shoulders relaxed. “The princess is a natural,” You mused, smiling nonchalantly at Cesar, “I expected nothing less.”
Together, the pair had 34 points, easily leaving Baekhyun and Montserrat in the dust. This meant that they’d advance onto the next round, and that left four more teams to compete.
The next names that Jongin drew were Chanyeol and Sebastian, up against Kyungsoo and Lisette. Mariana and Junmyeon made their way next to you. Montserrat and Baekhyun stood further behind, murmuring excitedly to each other about anything and everything.
Kyungsoo and Lisette’s turn was slightly embarrassing to watch. While it was evident that none of the Aviluxian ladies had ever handled weaponry, Lisette was much more anxious about the idea of handling sharp objects, which made you want to look away from the interaction as Kyungsoo, who was by no means the warmest person ever, did his best to reassure her.
“Cesar,” Mariana murmured, leaning her head past Junmyeon, “Can I speak to you?”
The prince blinked, before nodding and standing next to his cousin. You nudged Junmyeon. “She was amazing,” You said quietly with a smile. He grinned.
“A total natural. Even I was shocked.”
There was a quick lull in your conversation as Lisette shot, her arrow landing not even halfway to the target. She didn’t seem to be enjoying herself at all, practically tossing it to Kyungsoo as if it were burning her.
Kyungsoo sighed, before looking at Lisette and saying something too quiet for anyone else to hear. He turned to Jongin after she answered.
“I’ll be shooting for her ladyship,” He declared. No one seemed to protest.
Until he fired once—ten points. Twice—ten points.
Sebastian raised a hand, “I don’t think this is completely fair—”
“Sebastian, be quiet!” Mariana hissed.
“Just let him do it,” Chanyeol groaned, causing Sebastian to glare.
Kyungsoo let the arrow fly a third time, and to no one’s surprise, he landed the arrow into the already crowded bullseye a final time. 30 total. The group was left in stunned silence, but it was moreso the Aviluxians.
He turned to Lisette with a smug smile. “I do hope you’re good at chess. I don’t think you’d be the best in a sword fight.”
Lisette, who evidently hadn’t been expecting Kyungsoo to be so good, was silent. A moment later, her mouth fell open, before beginning to laugh.
“I-I am not the best,” She said eventually, “But I will do what I can.”
And when the pair stepped to the side, the two whose turn it was meant to be were left. One looked incredibly bored, the other was red in the face.
“Would you like to take the first shot, your highness?” Chanyeol asked, sounding ready to end it all.
“I…” Sebastian bit back a scoff. But after a moment, his glare faded and was replaced with his signature smirk. “Yes. Of course.”
The prince immediately rolled his shoulders back before taking his position. From the get-go, it was evident that the prince had been trained well. He seemed even more confident than Junmyeon, but that didn’t surprise you one bit.
He kept his eyes trained on the target, furrowing his eyebrows in focus. His fingers tightened around the bow, before…
thwap!
A perfect 10. If his head weren’t so far up his ass, you’d have commended him. But since it was, your compliment would have been muffled and he probably wouldn’t have heard you at all.
Still, his expression grew even more smug. “That is how that’s done.”
He traded off with Chanyeol, who took his stance calmly. Nothing to prove and his desire for competition seemed rather dim, which was strange for Chanyeol. You wondered if he thought Sebastian was bad enough. He probably did.
Chanyeol lifted his bow towards the target, and you watched him take a deep breath, correcting his posture. The initial discomfort in his stance and gaze cleared into an expression of focus, stretching the hand holding the arrow, pulling the arrow taut, until…
“Ah-choo!”
The loudest, fakest sneeze you’d ever heard Sehun sneeze seemed to echo across the open field, causing Chanyeol to gasp in surprise, body jolting. He let the arrow fly—although probably not on purpose—and it landed dangerously close to the 5-point circle, but still in the 6-point range.
Next to you, Junmyeon stiffened, and you pursed your lips, but it was futile. Both of you erupted into giggles. You hid your laughter by hiding your face behind Junmyeon’s shoulder, and he leaned closer to you to do something similar.
Chanyeol’s eyes grew wide, and he turned to Sehun. “You little—”
“What?” Sehun asked, trying and failing to hold back a grin, “It’s allergy season. Do forgive me, Lord Park.”
Chanyeol sighed, and briefly looked as if he was considering murder. Both you and Junmyeon took deep breaths, trying to hold back another round of laughter. But before he could say anything, Sebastian broke out into raucous laughter.
“Sehun, my friend,” He said, causing Sehun’s smug grin to fade, “You are too funny for your own good. You’ll make Chanyeol’s head explode, I fear.”
Sebastian took the arrow, and managed to score another ten—his smug grin was just as unbearable at the death glare Chanyeol was giving Sehun. A few moments later Chanyeol scored a 9, but not before mouthing something in Sehun’s direction. You couldn’t make out exactly what he’d said, but it was safe to assume that it was something vulgar, because Sehun rolled his eyes mockingly.
With totals of 35 against 30, Sebastian and Chanyeol advanced onto the next round.
That left Sehun and Jongin, against you and Cesar.
Jongin and Sehun went first, for which you were grateful. As much as you loved the two youngest of the group, they could be a bit of a bumbling pair—which was exactly what you needed to calm your nerves before your turn.
“Nervous?” Junmyeon asked, sensing your anxiousness. You shrugged.
“I’ve never been the best at archery,” You mumbled, “You know that very well.”
“I do.” He nodded, watching Sehun splutter as he missed his first shot, arrow lodging itself several feet behind the target.
Behind him, Chanyeol roared with laughter. Kyungsoo sidestepped him to avoid being his during his flailing laugh. Sebastian didn’t, jumping in alarm when the taller man slapped his shoulder. He looked at your friend as if he had gone mad.
“Do you want tips so you don’t end up like that?” Junmyeon asked, and you nodded urgently.
“Yes, please.” You watched as Jongin aimed, fired, and scored a 5. “I’ll probably end up more like that, but as long as I’m not making a fool of myself like Sehun.”
Junmyeon hummed in response. “Alright. What I’d recommend—”
“Junmyeon, my darling,” Mariana called. Junmyeon whipped his head in her direction. She and Cesar were walking back towards you.
“Yes, my angel?” He asked once she was by his side, and you let out a quiet sigh at how quickly she had his attention. As she pulled him slowly away from you, Sehun scored a 4, much to Chanyeol’s amusement.
“How are you at chess?” She asked, and Junmyeon shrugged.
“I’m not the best. I was going to suggest that you play.”
Cesar’s arm brushed against yours, and you turned your head in his direction. “Are you ready?”
You sighed gently. “I mean—”
Thwap! Your heads snapped in the direction of the target. You felt your hands suddenly grow clammy when you saw it embedded in the 7-point mark.
It’s not that you were afraid you wouldn’t beat Sehun and Jongin. Cesar seemed calm enough, which gave you the impression he was better than both of them. You were mostly just nervous about making yourself look bad. If you looked bad, maybe they’d think you weren’t worthy. Maybe you’d be cast aside, and then what?
“Lady Y/N,” Cesar said, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened at the realization that Sehun was holding the bow in your direction. There were several eyes on you. Sehun looked like he was gearing up to snap his fingers in your face just to be annoying.
“My apologies.” You smiled nervously, shaking your head. “I was thinking about something I needed to talk to Minseok about later.”
Minseok raised an eyebrow, and in that moment you remembered the man you’d seen last night. In the spur of the moment, you’d pulled that out of your ass. But you were right. Even if it was nothing, you wanted to at least let him know you’d seen something strange.
“I’ll speak to you later. It can wait.”
Cesar took the bow from Sehun, and you watched him take his stance. He puffed his chest out, stretching his shoulders. Pulling an arrow out from the quiver, he took a different stance from the rest of those that had stood before him. He stood with his back facing away from you as he nocked the arrow.
“You’re left handed?” You asked.
Cesar glanced at you for a moment, before giving a single nod. “Yes, milady. My father tried to have it corrected, my mother insisted I be left alone.”
He didn’t seem bothered by your interruption, and a second later he let the arrow fly. You stood in shocked silence as it landed perfectly at 10. When he handed you the bow, you felt a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.
“Oh, your highness, how am I supposed to follow that?” You chuckled nervously.
He shook his head. “Oh, you’ll be fine.”
You gripped the bow the best way you remembered, and put an arrow into the groove of the wood. Clearing your throat, you did your best to stand the way you knew. Your hand was definitely sweatier than it should have been. You were breathing through your mouth—gods, why did you have to think about breathing? Now you were thinking about breathing instead of the proper way to pull the string back. How many fingers? Were you supporting it right?
In your peripheral vision, you saw Mariana whisper something to Junmyeon, lifting her hand to cover his ear. Junmyeon bit back a smile, but did exhale through his nostrils and look down.
They’re talking about you, you know, a little voice said in your mind.
It couldn’t be true. You knew Junmyeon would never laugh at you, never allow anyone to disrespect you so blatantly… right? Right? Your hand trembled, and the arrow flew. You frowned watching it land in the 3-point circle. 13 points so far, in comparison to Sehun and Jongin’s 20. With Cesar’s help, you would easily pass them. But it wasn’t about that.
Your heart sank, and you sighed. Behind you, a deep voice laughed.
“Prince Junmyeon,” Sebastian gasped between laughter, “You let that defend you!?”
“It’s the wind,” You muttered, too quiet for anyone to hear.
“Oh, come on, now, cousin,” Cesar said as you handed him the bow. “Don’t be that way.”
You looked down, ashamed. Rubbing your palms against your pants to dry them, Sebastian began to speak again before he was interrupted by Junmyeon.
“With all due respect, your royal highness, I must agree. Lady Y/N is my friend. I would appreciate it if you did not treat her so callously.”
Your head snapped up to look at Junmyeon, who flashed you a sympathetic smile. Mariana nodded furiously in agreement. “Quite right, Junmyeon. Sebastian, it would do our family well if you did not treat my future husband’s closest guard and friend the way you do.”
Sebastian scoffed, but said nothing further.
“And besides, Sebastian.” Cesar drew the bowstring back. “Just because you are the better archer, absolutely does not mean…”
He let the arrow fly, once more landing in the 10-point circle. Cesar smiled, before turning to his cousin. “...That her ladyship will not best you when you duel later.”
Cesar handed you the bow. “Would you like help?”
You offered a small smile. “A few tips would be nice, Cesar. Thank you.”
He watched you stand, and handed you an arrow. A few moments later, he stepped behind you. You took a deep breath. Mariana and Junmyeon weren’t talking about you, you thought, now that you were calmer, otherwise they would have laughed with Sebastian. You can do this. No one’s laughing at you. No one that matters, anyway.
“Here, your posture should be a bit straighter,” Cesar murmured into your ear, correcting the curve of your back by putting his hand on your lower back and pushing gently. His deep voice and accent along with his touch left goosebumps wherever he went. “Draw the bowstring back to your lip. Raise your elbow a little. No, no, not that high. Like this…”
He took your elbow, lowering it gently. Cesar stepped back, before crossing his arms and smiling proudly. “There. Go ahead.”
You took one last deep breath, before letting the arrow fly. The second it flew, you closed your eyes out of fear. What if you messed it up again? What if you embarrassed yourself even further, what if this time your friends didn’t defend you—
“That’s it!” Chanyeol roared.
“I told you!” Cesar exclaimed.
“Amazing, Y/N!” Minseok yelled.
“Dammit, why did we have to go up against them,” Sehun grumbled.
Your eyes flew open at the applause erupting around you. Everyone except Sebastian was clapping. After looking around, your eyes landed on the target. There, just below Cesar’s two bullseye shots, was your own arrow. Yes, a 3 followed by a 9 was by no means as impressive as the two consecutive 10s your partner had pulled off. But after the rush of emotions…
“I knew she could do it,” You heard Junmyeon say. A smile bloomed on your face. When you glanced at him, he didn’t meet your gaze. He was too busy staring at Cesar, at your proximity.
You turned to the prince who had helped you. He was grinning.
“I hope you’re good at chess.”
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EXO: Byun Baekhyun [l---n]
EXO: Kim Junmyeon
SNSD: Kim Taeyeon [gu--- ---r]
SEVENTEEN: Chwe Vernon [m--n]
SEVENTEEN: Yoon Jeonghan [a----l]
DREAMCATCHER: Kim Yoohyeon [st-------y]
SEVENTEEN: Boo Seungkwan [ap-------er]
GOT7: Lim Jaebeom [w-g------y]
GOT7: Park Jinyoung [fl----x]
SEVENTEEN: Jeon Wonwoo [t----s]
KISS OF LIFE: Natty Suputhipong [s--------y]
TWICE: Momo Hirari [p----es]
STRAY KIDS: Lee Felix [su-----e]
RED VELVET: Shon Wendy [cin--------l]
THE BOYZ: Lee Juyeon [la------h]
the following muses have been reserved you have 48 hours to apply before the muse is freed!
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Where You Belong (Kim Junmyeon)
Junmyeon had always been used to her coming by late at night due to something her boyfriend did. This night was nothing different. All beside the fact that she was single.
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Each single move Y/N made was met with uncertainty. Whenever she thought she could knock on the door in front of her, her hand would fall limp to her side, the regret of even driving across town to seek help growing more and more.
But when it comes down to having nowhere to go, Y/N has always found herself in the same spot. Maybe he was tired of her. Maybe this time it would be different. She couldn't think like that. Taking a deep breath, her fist met the door without second thought.
After a moment of silence, the door opened to reveal a tired Junmyeon.
"Y/N? Is everything ok?" His tired voice filled the once silent air immediately. It only took seconds for the sleepiness in his eyes to switch to those of worry. She had considered herself his best friend. Going to him for everything, what would be the difference if she came to him at 12:48 at night? Surely he wouldn’t turn her away.
"Um, he kicked me out." She whispered, shame flooding through her blood as she averted her gaze down to her shoes. At the mention of a he, Junmyeon knew who almost too quickly. Someone his best friend had spent the good part of four years with. And each time he tried to find a good, he could only see a bad.
Which resulted in his hate for the man.
"Of course he did." Junmeyon shook his head, opening the door to let her in. Y/N glanced up, a thankful look held in her e/c eyes as she walked in. The apartment was dark; the only light that was on was his bedroom light. The sound of the door clicking shut and the being triggered caused her to turn to meet his eye. It was now did Y/N see his attire, causing her cheeks to flush a pretty pink in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry if I’m intruding,” Her sentence hinted at his clothing. White t-shirt paired with black boxers, hair tousled and face puffy. He waved his hand, practically telling her that it was alright. Though it didn’t feel alright.
Her eyes watched him move around her, hand waving for her to follow him. Y/N followed him towards his room, sitting down on the bed as she watched him go to his dresser, pulling out a large t-shirt he had and a pair of boxers. He threw them at her and left the room for her to get changed.
Y/N quickly got changed, leaving the silence of the bedroom to search for her friend. She found him in the kitchen, his back turned towards her as she walked in silently, taking a seat at the table.
"Thanks for letting me stay." She spoke announcing her presence. Junmyeon turned to shoot her a glance, a smile falling on his tired features. "Seriously, I was debating on taking a park bench."
Her joke was only half received.
"If I ever found out you were sleeping on a park bench, I think I'd kill you." He chuckled looking at her, "You know my home is your home." He told her.
Deep down Y/N knew he was right. Since he had gotten his own place, he practically gave her the code. His words had always rang in her head, but she often found herself refusing to take them. For the constant thought of simply being too much and too bothersome cracked away at her.
"Thank you, Junmyeon. I really appreciate it. I’ll take the couch tonight. " She told him getting up from the chair and making her way over to the couch. A warm hand wrapped itself around her wrist stopping her in her tracks.
"No, take the bed." He told her. His response was met with a firm head shake. She had already felt bad for practically ruining his sleep. She opened her mouth to protest, but he beat her to it,
"I'm not arguing with you, is it final understand?"
A light push was what sent Y/N towards his bedroom. A quick glance back greeted her with emptiness. A mumbled “Stubborn Junmyeon” left her lips as she slipped into his room for the second time that night. Four steps brought her towards his messy bed, her back hitting the comfy sheets with a content huff.
She smiled looking towards his dresser as her eyes landed on a picture that sat there. The picture was a simple one of the two smiling in an art museum. Y/N had remembered that day clearly. They both had off, and the idea of going out seemed great.
The National Museum of Korea.
It was one of her favorite days spent with Junmyeon. Just the two of them away from every single struggle in the world. She was away from the man she thought she loved. But when Junmyeon snapped that single selca she realized the cold truth.
She was in love with Kim Junmyeon.
Shuffling around on the bed she found herself frowning. The bed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was probably the most comfortable thing Y/N had ever found herself laying on. But still, something felt incomplete.
Y/N sat up and got up off the bed finding herself at the bedroom door for the third time that night. Opening the door, she poked her head out looking towards the living room.
"Junmyeon?" She called out hoping he wasn't fully asleep yet.
After hearing some shuffling his figure stood in the hallway, head tilted in what she could assume to be confusion. “Yeah?”
"Can you…can you lay down with me?" She felt embarrassed for asking. She’d understand if he said no since technically, they were only just best friends, and it was something they had never done. Her ex made sure of it.
But, to her surprise, he shuffled down the hallways towards her.
"Of course." She saw his small smile in the dark, thankful for the full moon that showed her such a beautiful sight.
Within seconds they were both under the covers, the distance between themselves felt safe. But deep down she found herself hating it. She wanted to be close. She could only hope he felt the same way.
"Y/N?" Junmyeon spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Yes, Jun?" She asked, turning her body to look at him.
"I don't want you to think this is weird or anything, but I want you to know I'm glad you're not with him anymore," This made her frown in confusion. He saw this and continued. "I'm saying that because he didn't deserve to be with you. You're a strong gorgeous woman and he treated you with such disrespect it made me so angry. I knew I could treat you better."
"Jun-"
"Now I understand if you say no, you're my best friend and-"
"Shut up!" She laughed, stopping his rambling. "If you're asking me to be your girlfriend I'd love to be."
“I– You will?”
“Yes, Junmyeon. I realized that I liked you ages ago. Dal made me think that without him, my life would be a mess. Hell, maybe it will be for a bit, but I’m ready to go on this adventure with you.” His smile was large as she finished. Deep down she knew this was where she was supposed to be. It was always supposed to be like this.
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il consulente
Featuring:
EXO Minseok x Reader
EXO ensemble
Your family has worked as the mafia groups go-to financial advisor and consultant and consultants. When a hit is sent out, by rogue mafia group, your entire family is wiped out. You are left with only your brother. The EXO mafia takes you under their protection, regardless of your protests to want to leave the mafia world behind, along with your troubled memories. Minseok is always there, despite it all.
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Please, not them... not in front of them..."
"We beg you..."
Startling awake, you were glad the firing gunshots, were left out, this time, and your screams were soundless in your cabin.
Your plane just landed, and your trudge through customs was relatively unscathing. Your brother had told you about a driver waiting to pick you up, so you were mindful of a plague with your name on it.
You were not however banking on seeing a man with fluffy brown hair, an oversized hoodie and sweats with a gummy smile when you passed through the Arrivals gate. Not in the line of your brother's work, that you have working so hard to check out of your head, especially your memories.
The man looked to be clearly in the wrong profession, when you made eye contact with him. He was nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet, at the sight of you.
With a sigh, you made your way to his direction, and gave a curt nod, as he took your luggage and wheeled out to the parking lot.
"By the way, I will be your driver for today, as your brother would have mentioned." He looked to you for acknowledgemnt of what he said, but found none and continued, "So, where you want to stop by before we head ho... to the house? I will be more than accommodating."
You walked in silence, having heard, just too weary too tired to say anything. You shook your head when he looked to you expectantly once he had packed everything into the boot of the car. The black colour of his hair, looked out of touch from his overall image. Perhaps a chocolate or chestnut brown would have been the better option.
"Okay, then to the house we go." He bouyantly makes his way around you to the door and pulls it open with a flurry of a gentleman, with feline eyes as lively. You were reminded of a pixie or fairy if you were to ever come across one. However a few existed in your imagination, and a new one materialised in the image of the man in front of you.
Again, a curt nod of gratitude, before you disappeared into the backseat to fasten your belt. With closed eyes, you heard the door softly shut, as you willed your nerves to calm down. You pleaded with your heart to remain as hard, at the man you were going to see for the first time in half a decade. You prayed that the fraying and cracks in ypur composure do not show, until you are away from his presence.
Five years, of being left alone when you needed company the most, now you will have to live in a crowded world when all you wants is to be left alone. Preferably in peace.
"Um, I could connect your phone and play your music while we drive." The chirpy voice came from the front.
You opened her eyes, blurred by your unshed tears, which cleared once your quizzical gaze collided with his on the rear view mirror. Despite the homebody look his outfit took on, his demenor was sharper if not as sharp as his gaze.
Your silent stare, gave him his answer. With that, the car ride was as quiet and uneventful as your flight. Only this time, you willed your sleep away, so not to slip back into and dreams.
Day or night, they were always there, along with their voices, just as vivid as the night of the incident.
What you were only left with, was what your brother wanted from you after so long of him exiling you without reason or stolen visitations. You were still musing, when the car came to a halt.
You stepped out of the car, before your driver could get around to your door. He held the door, either way, as you gathered your belongings.
"By, the way, you can call me Minseok. Only you can." He smiled brighter than before. His gummy smile, would have been infectious, had you been in a better mood.
But when had you been in a better mood, either than before you watched them, being killed infront of you?
The man, was aided by three, well dressed, tall figures in their various cut and styled suits. All were three piece, impeccably tailored to fit their lithe frames.
"Kai, will show you the way, while need to dash inside to get changed for the occasion." He nodded to the figure with ash grey hair, undercut and most toned complexion, "it's not everyday we welcome back a member of the family."
With those puzzling words, he dashed off with a flurry, his light jog just shy of a butterfly floating away.
The trio, each wheeled a suitcase, while she was left with a small carry on. The other one who had introduced himself with a curt nod of his own and hard eyes was Sehun. He seemed to have a preference for a waist belt to along with his suit. The other was Chanyeol, who wore a grim expression when he greeted you, but turned to his companions with a warm grin to continue their hushed conversation. His hair also had a severe undercut to his bleach blonde hair.
The mansion was straight out of a French lifestyle and design magazine. The ornate wrought iron balustrades along the impressive staircase and small balconies. You had also been impressed by the old oak trees that lined the gravel pathway way front he imposing iron gate down half a mile to the main front of the three storey building.
The expansive gardens you instantly, wished to prowl through, were all around the property. You surmised, from all you saw when you were driven in.
When you stepped through the tall double doors, the entrance hall was decked with a ballooned banner.
'Welcome Home...'
'Home?' It would seem, the group of men had a different concept of 'home' than you grew up to.
You took in the words with bemusement, when you understood that the place was far from being the home you and your brother grew up in. The the size of your home may be similar, the grandeur of the house you were currently in, was beyond you.
You found yourself more bemused, when you saw the other half to what the banner read.
'& Happy Birthday!'
Oh! As deflated as you were with the welcome, you had forgotten it was your birthday today. The same deflated feeling, yet remained with that knowledge.
The hall was now filling with more men dressed in their suits. One favoured the Burberry plaid jacket over a long coat, the others went for a classic English cut with a double breast blazer while the three trio had gone for the Italian style, without the neckties.
They filed in, each gaze landing on you, as they abruptly paused their quiet conversations or perusal of paperwork. Your earlier driver, Minseok, came rushing in, but the man from before was essentially wiped off.
Now his hair colour suit, perfectly the suit he wore, with the jacket. The fluffy hair was now gelled and slicked back with a stray comma curl over his forehead. A single earing of a circular stud, donned his left ear. He may just have been the one who looked best in suit.
The hard, calculating, penetrating look he had pinned her with, during their ride, was evident in the entirety of the man that stood before her, making up the nine. He made eye contact with you and gave a serious and calculate nod. Not sparing you another glance.
Had you not been thrown for a loop, at finally looking at your brother, your jaw would have dropped at the sight of Minseok. The driver, was unsmiling and unengaging as before. A look of cold and rigid imposition was who he was now. You suspected he had a name, fearfully known by his enemies. The enemies of EXO feared him.
"Little sister, will you ever greet your hyung?"
"Yunho- hyung." You dipped to your lowest bow of respect.
That was the one and only you were willing to bestow on him.
"Please, come here." He had risen from his bow and opened his arms out to welcome you into his embrace, but rooted to the spot, you were.
You watched as his jubilant exterior falter, and all eyes in the room lay heavily on you. The men stood in various spots. The steps, to foot of the stairs, over the entry way with hands deep in their pockets or loosely hanging over the rails.
Only your brother, seemed to grow flustered by the awkward exchange and growing silence.
"Are we done here?" Were the only words you found, turning back around in need of the exit, "Now can I leave for my hotel check in?"
"Little sister, please." With a pained look, he turned to the men, with a silent plea. His arms slumping down to his sides, in defeat.
She looked around at the room, and all eight figures remained quiet and their expressions hard to read if not muted. Only your brother looked just about helpless, when he saw you turn to make your way to leave, from where you had entered through.
Your family were known to be financial consultants and advisors to various mafia bosses along with all their operations. It was what gave you the comfortable lifestyle, without the the disillusionment of where all the money came from. Your family were just too good with numbers. It was a no brainer when you attained her Masters in commerce and finance.
It had all came crumbling, when the Lee mafia group, went rogue and put out a hit of your entire family. Straight out the godfather script, everyone was wiped out in one night, save for you and Yunho. Had it not been for the EXO not arriving in the knick of time, the trigger would have been pulled, to collapse in the pool of her parents' blood. A least that's what ypur brother reluctantly shared with you, in the past.
"YN, I'm Suho." The man stepped away from Minseok's proximity, over the threshold and walked toward you, "perhaps, you may just need to hear your hyung out, before any rash decision are made. Right Minseok?"
With horror, the man's warm voice took you back to night of the incident. His voice was there. Although all else was very sketchy. It was the first time since then, that a newer piece of the puzzle has materialized and slotted in your memory.
"We have her... Minseok!"
The way he said Minseok's name, you remember, just before had passed out.
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Lost Feather - 06
EXO Chanyeol x Y/N
Summary: Y/N was a guardian angel for a long time. She is secretly in love with another guardian angel whose name is Park Chanyeol. When Chanyeol was not paying attention to the woman he was supposed to take care of, everything went badly bad. The one he should have had protected killed Y/N’s one. The judge blamed Y/N for not taking well care of the one she should have had protected. Even though it has been Chanyeol’s fault. He was the one who never went to his boss to tell him that she should not be protected by anybody as she seems to be a very evil person. Y/N on the other hand took the blame and with that she lost all her power. The most painful was the removal of her wings. Now, that she lives a normal life as a punishment, she tries her best to handle everything as well as she can but the unexpected always happens when you least expect it. As she expects her new assistant, she finds Chanyeol in her office instead. Will she be able to forget to forget him or is she ready to move on?
CHAPTER 06
“Here it is.”, Junmyeon announces as he stops his car in the parking lot in front of a burger restaurant. “I hope burger and fries are alright?”, he asks as he looks at her. Almost as she felt his eyes on her, she looks back at him.
“Sure.”, Y/N answers with a smile as she gets out of the car. When he saw that her body is almost out the door, he gets out of the car as well. “I am so hungry. I would eat anything right now.”, she admits as she hugs herself with her right arm. A smile appears on Junmyeon’s face as he locks the car before he steps closer to her.
“Well, let’s not waste a minute then.”, he comments as he places his hand on her back, carefully between her shoulder, to lead her into the restaurant. This restaurant might not be far from Y/N's apartment but as she was not interested in testing the restaurant in her area. Therefore, she has never been to that restaurant before. In a gentleman manner, he opens the door for her. She stops in her track after taking a few steps inside to take a look around. “Let’s sit over there.”, Junmyeon announces loudly as he points at the table closer to the kitchen. “I always sit over there, if it is okay for you.”
“Sure.”, she agrees without looking at him. As he passes the tables, he looks towards the waitress at the other table and smiles at her. Y/N on the other hand did not notice their nonverbal communication as her eyes keep scanning every picture on the walls. The vibe of the restaurant feels like she is taken into a different time. She is getting reminded by those wall papers which look as they are from many years ago. The restaurant has a very nice touch though but only a little touch of modernness.
“Y/N?”, Junmyeon calls her when he notices that she did not follow him to the table.
“Yes.”, she answers as she turns to him. While turning to him, she notices that he is taken a seat at the table that he pointed at a moment before.
“Don’t you want to sit down too?”, Junmyeon wonders as she starts to blush. Without even wasting a minute, she comes closer to the table that he had picked before. “It seems as you have not been here yet.” The sarcasm is clear to hear in his voice as she sits down. On the other opposite side of him.
“I have not been here before, that is true.”, she confesses. “It looks very nice. The colors are-” In shock, Y/N cannot remove her eyes from the waiter for a few seconds. The longer she stares at him, the more she is sure that it is him. Her voice is gone within the second she notices him. His smile, his eyes. Both things that she cannot forget so easily. Y/N can feel how white her face must have gotten by now as she looks at Junmyeon's facial expression. Before he even has a chance to look at her once again, she hides her face behind the big menu card.
“Uh, Junmyeon. I guess it is another night in which you will not cook for yourself.”, the waiter jokes as Junmyeon looks amused back to him.
“I just felt like not going home yet, you know.”
“Sure.”, the waiter comments as he turns to look at her. “Eating alone is of course not the best. What about you, Y/N?” Y/N’s body still freeze frozen since she discovered him. To hear him saying her name, makes her wonder how she can get out of the situation without acting strange towards Junmyeon. “Huh, seems like somebody else lost their wings...”, the waiter jokes as he winks at Junmyeon. Her eyes move to Junmyeon quickly as she starts to laugh nervously. Junmyeon moves an eyebrow to her as Y/N puts the menu card to the said to look at Junmyeon.
“Do you mind to explain why you are behaving so nervously all of sudden?”, Junmyeon wonders worried.
“Me nervous? Tsk, not at all. I just feel very hot suddenly. I need some water.” The waiter tries his best to hide his smile behind his index fingers.
“Since he said wings, you are-”
“What about the wings? I do not know what he is talking about.”, Y/N lies with as a nervous laugh escapes her lips once again whilst she picks up the menu card to look for something to eat. “I do not even like chicken wings. This waiter is funny.”, she laughs as she can feel her face burning up.
“Seriously? Come on, Y/N! It is me, Baekhyun. I think to remember that you said something like you would never forget me. It was not on our best terms but still, you said that.”
“I cannot remember anybody with that name. I am sorry.” Her face turns very pale as Baekhyun leans in closer to Junmyeon. Baekhyun is known to not be someone to stay quiet and to speak whatever he is thinking and that is making her very nervous at the moment.
“What did you do to this poor girl, Junmyeon? She is completely nervous.”
“Me? Nothing. She is acting like that since you showed up.”, Junmyeon defends himself. “Why should I have done something to her? I do not harm pretty ladies.”
“Are you sure? We are all fallen and she pretends like she does not know me?”
“Maybe, you did something to her?”, Junmyeon wonders as he notices her looking up at him. “Anyway, you are getting me in troubles if you keep speaking this loudly.”
“Are you still not an angel of cloud 8?”, Baekhyun whispers as he leans closer to the middle to have a quiet conversation with both of them.
“Shut up. I beg you! Just shut up.”, he whispers back at Baekhyun as he closes his eyes for a moment.
“Y/N, are you ignoring me because you think that he does not know that we are fallen angels as well?” Y/N’s eyes become bigger in a second after hearing Baekhyun’s question. “Huh, you do remember me and he did not say that he is a fallen one too. Am I right?” Y/N looks quickly to both of them to see if somebody is playing games. Baekhyun seems to enjoy the situation as his smile is growing bigger once again. “Knew it. I should have become a detective instead of a waiter...”
“Wait, how do you know each other?”, Y/N wonders. After an exchange of a few facial expression, a sigh leaves Baekhyun’s lips as he pushes Junmyeon onto the edge of this long seat to sit down next to him.
“Do you not have to do your job?”, Junmyeon wonders annoyed. “You get paid for working, not for the number of guests you annoy.”
“Crystal! Crystal!”, Baekhyun scream through the restaurant. “Can you take over? I need to talk with this couple for a moment.” As soon as his colleague nods a ‘yes’, he turns back to them. “That is taken care of now. But let’s keep our voices down, just for safety reasons.”
“I said the exact words every single time I was here! Do not talk as humans would not understand our conversations! You never know who might be listening.”, Junmyeon says whilst he turns to her. “Do not tell him anything that should not become known by strangers. He is even worse now since the secret keeping of his former job, is not requested anymore.”, Junmyeon suggests unaware that they seem to know each other.
“Whatever, she worked with me a few times. She knows me very well. Anyway, back to you.”, Baekhyun says as he points at her. “Junmyeon is on his best way to be an angel of cloud eight.”
“Number eight of the nine orders. That is how it is called.”, Junmyeon corrects annoyed as he tries his best to stay calm. “Can you just call it what it is called?”
“Nobody cares for the correct pronunciation of the-”
“Wait a second.”, she interrupts as she puts the pieces together in her mind. “You know each other too? Did you meet her the first time?”
“No, we know each other longer than that.”
“How did you meet then?”
“Chanyeol.”, both comment at the same time. Confused, she looks between both of them.
“Of course. Who else could it have been...”, Y/N asks as she leans back in her seat whilst she looks up.
“Whoa, sounds like somebody is still cranky. I bet he still did not confess.”, Baekhyun jokes as he breaks into laughter. “Not funny? Oh, Junmyeon. Come on! That is funny. Remember how many years he said he will date Y/N and now she is here because of him and he is nowhere to be seen.”
“Stop talking.”, Junmyeon warns. “Just. Stop. Talking.”
“But it is the truth. You remember how many times we talked about Y/N. It was almost everything Chanyeol was able to speak of.”
“Oh, dear lord. Please make him stop.”, Junmyeon begs as he slights down on his seat. His eyes look for hers but her eyes seem to be stuck on Baekhyun. “I only came for food, why do I have to endure this?”
“What are you talking about? Baekhyun, years? He loved me for years?”, Y/N wonders as she thinks about the last few days with Chanyeol before he disappeared. “This coward was not able to say anything for years?”
“Yeah, we always told him to finally tell you but he always said you would not like him back. After my little accident... Well, the accident in which the little girl that you are supposed to take care of, the one with brown-red hair and with the cute freckles...”
“I remember her. Hannah was her name. What does she have to do with that?”
“You still believe Hannah only got hurt because of Chanyeol’s failure, right?”
“If he would have watched over her father and would have made sure to not let him get into the damn vehicle, she would have not had her leg broken.”
“Well, it was not his fault. It was mine.”, Baekhyun confesses. “Sorry.”
“Yours? But Chanyeol said it was his fault.”
“Yeah, that is not true. Her brother was a nightmare to take care off. I hated that rascal to his bones.”
“Do not tell me that you were the one who gave this little boy nightmares every night.”
“I am not sorry for that. He deserved it!”
“You were the one who was giving him nightmares? The nightmares that were the reason Hannah’s sleep was disturbed?” Baekhyun laughs as he thinks about his memories. “I do not know why this would be funny.”
“Oh yeah, it is. That rascal thought he would get away with anything... Anway, what I tried to tell you is that Chanyeol was busy helping me chasing after that boy after he had thrown dozens of ice cubes on the kitchen floor. In the meantime, he played on the passenger seat whilst his father was sleeping on the driver seat. Somehow he must have unlocked the brake and the car started to roll.”
“So, her father was not drunk driving?”
“No, he was not. Thankfully you were there.”
“If I would have not been there... I do not even want to think about the possible ‘if’. But why did he take the blame?”
“Chanyeol was covering me because I was a newbie.”
“He also loved the attention he got from you after that incident and that is why he kept crossing your path.”, Junmyeon explains. “He did not care, as long as you would talk to him or at least look at him. He is such a hopeless fool when it comes to you.” The sound of Junmyeon’s stomach becomes very loud which is why Baekhyun and Y/N look at him. “Baekhyun, move your ass and bring us food and drinks. I am starving.”
“Bacon burger and fries?”
“Add a coke to that.”
“Alright.”, Baekhyun says as he writes the order down. “What can I bring you?”
“Uh, I did not look through... Surprise me with something.”, she answers quickly.
“Y/N still loves surprises, huh?”, he asks as he winks at her. “I will be right back with you guys.” With every passing second, Y/N gets more and more lost in her thoughts. The longer the silence keeps surrounding them, the more he wonders about opening up about what happened in the last few hours. Even though he might risk of not getting the promotion, he does feel bad for her. He hated that he always feels bad to leave people in the dark.
“What are you thinking about?”, Junmyeon wonders as he touches her forearm until he gets her attention.
“You also knew Chanyeol was in my apartment, didn’t you?”
“I could notice that it was him but I could not tell yet that it was him. By the way, I should not even be talking about him. No one is supposed to know that I am still an angel. Let’s talk about something else.”, he suggests as she keeps looking into her eyes.
“Uh, no. You pretended not to know me! The whole time you were lying.”, she scolded him as quite as possible. “How come you know me but I never talked with you?”
“I had to. I had to and that is why this is not considered lying. I did as I was told. I was told to tell no one, that I do not have my wings at the moment.”
“As you were told...? Does that mean you can see Chanyeol? Can you also see the authorities?”
“Do not tell me you want me as your personal messenger too!”
“Too? Chanyeol asked you to do that? I mean, he asked you to communicate with me?”
“I hate to be honest all the time. Why can I just not stay quite...”, he sighs as he rests his head on his hand. “Where is Baekhyun with the food?”
“Why are you not doing it? Why do you not help us to communicate?”
“That could risk my chance of becoming an angel of the order eight! I have been living like a damn human for over a year now and to be honest, I do not want to live like that anymore. I am waiting for this damn promotion far too long.”
“I really would like to know why this douchebag decided to go back... Honestly, I kind of need to know why. Somehow, I think, this is the only way to get my answers.”, she says quietly to herself.
“What is the only way?”
“Can you figure out something for me?”, she asks him as she leans onto the table.
“Oh no. Why does everybody want something from me? Go and ask somebody else. I do not get any benefit from that. Do you know that? Being involved with no benefits for me, it sucks. It sucks badly.”
“Junmyeon, please.”, she begs as she places her hand on his. “I need to know what happened. Maybe I scared him off with my wish of becoming a mother.”
“Fine. I have some information. But only because you brought that cat to me.”
“Yes! Now, tell me.”
“You did not scare him off but you freaked him out. He feels like he is no father material. He did not leave on his own will though.”
“What are you talking about? He said he will deny to go back if the time comes.”
“They did not ask him. They gave him his wings and brought him back directly afterwards.”
“He did not want to leave me?”
“He is crazy for you. Chanyeol wanted to stay. Did you not notice that?”
“Here are the drinks.”, Baekhyun announces as he places the drinks on the table. “I am glad you guys finally got together.”
“You were listening?”, she asks surprised. “How were you able to hear us from there?”
“I still have my hearing skills. Somehow my hearing has become even better.”
“But they took all my skills. They only gave them back to me to look over Chanyeol...”, Y/N answers disappointed.
“I would start to figure out which skill they left you with. Every fallen one, keeps one skill to make its human life easier.”
“I have no idea how.”
“We will figure things out.”, Junmyeon comments as he takes his drink from Baekhyun.
“Is Chanyeol here too?”, Baekhyun wonders.
“No, he is not.”
“You seriously can see him?”
“Why? Something you need to tell him too?”
“No, but I would like to know if I would be able to see him too.”
“If you want to test this skill, go to her place and leave me alone. Where is my food, Baekhyun?”
“I will be right back.”, Baekhyun tells them quickly before he disappears in the kitchen.
“Baekhyun is a lousy waiter.”
“At least an honest waiter. Who knows when I would have known about your real identity if it was not for him?”
“Here we go. Bacon burger and fries for Junmyeon. Chicken burger and sweet potato fries for Y/N.”
“What about this cheese burger and those mozzarella sticks? What about the other drink?”
“Those are mine. My shift is officially done after serving you, I will eat with you. Bon appetite!” Junmyeon looks annoyed at Y/N who seems more than amused about the situation. “Eat before it is getting cold.”
“Do you think I can get Chanyeol back?”, Y/N wonders as she takes the burger into her hands.
“If you keep eating and talking, you might see him as your soul leaves your body.”, Junmyeon comments before he takes a bite from his burger himself.
“I am not going to joke on my food as I am an adult.” Just as Y/N finishes her sentence, Baekhyun takes a big sip from his glass quickly.
“I swallowed a big piece. I should chew more.”, Baekhyun explains.
“Many years later and you still do not know how to eat properly.”, Y/N comments.
“So, we drive to you afterwards to meet Chanyeol?”
“I do not know if he will be there...”, she answers sadly.
“He was there.”, Junmyeon explains. “He was not happy that I invited you out.”
“On our way back, you have some explaining to do.”, Y/N tells him.
“I do not have to do anything.”
“We will see.”, Baekhyun comments. “A woman has mostly the last word. Don’t forget that.”
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Doctor’s Orders [M](Just Friends January)
Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x female reader
Genre: romance / fluff / friends to lovers / doctor au
Warnings: medical terms and mention of a small procedure, talk about masturbation, suggestive with smut scene that fades to black, mention of the current pandemic
Author’s Notes: this was also known as Surrender during production.
Word count: 5431
Nothing Mundane | Do It | Waiting For You | Doctor’s Orders
Looking around the waiting room, you attempted to settle your nerves by people watching. There was a lot of activity, given you were in a hospital. People old and young entered through the department’s front doors, busily making their way to their own appointments or to visit loved ones.
You gripped your shaky hands more tightly together in your lap.
“Sorry, if you don’t have a vaccine pass, I can’t let your wife in today,” said a nurse, and you turned to the elderly couple who were trying to check into your waiting area. The nurse’s smile was polite yet strained. “You’re a patient Mr Omar, so you’re able to stay, but if your support person doesn’t have a—”
“But she’s my wife,” Mr Omar cut in, his hand that clasped the little woman at his side shaking as he gripped her tighter, as if some invisible force would pull them apart. “I’m not going to make her leave.”
“Could she wait out in the car?” the nurse offered, and Mr Omar shook his head firmly. “I’m sorry, it’s the new government rules that—”
“I won’t attend my appointment then. Let’s go, Lucille,” Mr Omar announced, tugging his wife away from the reception and the stunned nurse.
You knew you should be concerned that he was forgoing a procedure. The nurse was only sticking to current admittance protocols too. But the way the old man looked at his wife and refused to be apart from her for any more than he would have been required made your heart thump faster. It was a ridiculous notion, as you should have only felt the frustration of the elderly couple being let down by the people around them by not helping them get the pass they needed to show when entering buildings now that the pandemic was increasing. So many who didn’t have family or friends looking out for them were not quite aware of how to get such passes when they didn’t rely on the digital age as the rest of society did. And you were frustrated, but the way your chest felt tight, and your eyes watched the little old couple depart towards the exit, sharing looks and small nods at one another, you realised the romantic in you was touched by his refusal, even if it was logically foolish. If he needed treatment, he’d have to go back on the waiting list, and with how things ran in the hospital right now, you knew that could perhaps be months away.
They had almost made it to the door when a doctor stepped towards them. You sat up, unable to hear the conversation, but you were smiling behind your mask, your lips spreading further into a grin when the couple turned around. Whatever the doctor had said worked, and Mr Omar was back at the counter after helping his wife onto a bench across the department and checking in to his appointment. You waited a moment, leaning towards the man who took the empty chair beside you.
“What did you say?”
Even behind his mask, you could see the smile in his eyes. Junmyeon shrugged. “I told him that his wife could sit on that chair over there because it’s not technically part of this waiting area.”
“Doctor Kim, are you possibly a genius?” you wondered, and you could tell he liked the praise by the way his chest puffed out a little.
“Maybe I couldn’t bear to see a little couple separated like that. I overheard his wife scolding him for being a fool when he’d already waited this long to be seen.”
“Ah, so there is a soft side to the almighty Kim Junmyeon after all,” you teased, watching him deflate and roll his eyes.
“Should I leave?”
Reaching out for his hand instantly, you sighed at how warm he felt against your cool skin. “No. Don’t.”
“I’m more of a softie than you give me credit for, Y/N. I had to arrange with Doctor Langley to take over my morning patients to be here for you. You know how much I hate talking to that witch for anything, let alone a favour.”
“I’m forever in your debt. Whatever should I do to show my gratitude?”
“Take my rostered shift on Saturday night. I haven’t had a date in over a year, and I’m never going to find my own little wife like that if I’m always working,” Junmyeon said, and you laughed, knowing that after today, you wouldn’t be coming back to the hospital for some time.
“You chose to be a doctor. You should have realised it’s not really like Grey’s Anatomy within a hospital. It’s just a whole lot of long shifts and no time for anything but sleep and food when you’re not on the clock.”
“If only my best friend wasn’t so needy for my time so often, maybe I could date more,” he muttered, though it was only in jest. You nudged him playfully before looking at the clock again. His tone turned solemn. “What’s a badass doctor like yourself doing looking so worried, hm?”
Curling your injured hand into yourself, you smiled weakly, thankful your mask hid your face. Still, Junmyeon had known you for almost two decades now. He could read your emotions with one look. Placing his other warm hand over yours, he patted you fondly. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll have this procedure done and rest your hand for a bit and be back to work in no time, Y/N.”
“What if I’m not? What if I’m stuck on clinic days and reports for the rest of my career?”
The injury to your wrist had taken you off the surgical roster as soon as you showed signs of fatigue. You agreed with the decision, knowing the last thing patients and their family members needed was a doctor doing less than a precise job. Your hand had shaken far too much in the operating room the last time, and you were still mortified from the senior surgeon sending you out. Thankfully, there was still a lot you could do as a doctor, but you had lived and breathed as a surgeon for years now. You were good at fixing patients and had the steadiest hand anyone had seen in this hospital.
Had.
“You and I both know you won’t rest until you’re back in the OR, Y/N,” Junmyeon reminded you with a sigh. “But it might take some time, that’s all. And whilst you’re not on the surgical team, at least you get more time with me.”
“Weren’t you just complaining that I, as your best friend, take up too much of your precious time?”
“At least with you, I don’t get rejected for being too busy or boring,” he admitted, and you turned to your friend, shaking your head softly.
Junmyeon was the ultimate catch, even you could admit so. Whilst you knew too much about him to ever have gone there, you could appreciate he had everything going for him. He was handsome, capable, kind, and could offer anyone a good life at his side. You’d stuck by him this long because of all that. He was the best person in your life, and you couldn’t wait for him to find someone to love and appreciate him as he wanted. You had often envisioned what life would be like when you were both married, had kids, and would meet up with your families for vacations and special occasions. You knew Junmyeon would always be the rock in your life.
Blinking back your emotions, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for coming down today.”
“Sweetheart, there’s no place I need to be but here.”
You had no sense of where the day had gone. When you opened your eyes next, you were in your bed, and one glance out your bedroom windows showed it was now nighttime. How did you get back here?
You heard sounds coming from the living area and smiled softly. Junmyeon.
Being careful with your hand that was heavily bandaged, you eased yourself out from under the covers and padded tiredly into your living room, finding Junmyeon in the kitchen preparing dinner. He glanced up at your arrival and examined you from head to toe. “How are you doing?”
“Did you bring me home?”
He chuckled. “You haven’t had sedation much before, have you? I had to carry you out to my car and bring you home because you didn’t wake up as easily as everyone expected.”
“Oh God. Now everyone’s going to gossip about that when I return to work,” you groaned, bringing your hands up to cover your face and hissing at the pull of your surgical site. You looked at it and then back at Junmyeon. “Did everything go okay? I don’t remember a thing.”
“Probably best that you don’t,” he replied quietly before nodding. “They managed to decompress the nerves and believe you’ll heal relatively well. It’s still going to be a slow recovery, so no using that hand for the next week.”
“Are those doctor’s orders?” you asked, coming around the kitchen island to his side to inhale the smell of dinner. “This looks delicious.”
Junmyeon grinned. “You better listen to me. I’m a qualified doctor. What I say goes.”
“Huh. I didn’t know you were qualified to do anything but be a pain in my ass.”
“Right, that’s it, I’m going,” he announced with mock annoyance. “After carrying you everywhere today—”
“Are you insisting those muscles you work on at the gym each day can’t handle my weight?”
“Where’s my thank you?” he prompted, and you rolled your eyes, stepping up onto your toes to place a kiss on his cheek. Junmyeon nodded and went back to tending the food. “That’s more like it.”
You were contemplative for a few minutes before blowing out a heavy exhale. “You know, I’ve never been jealous of my sister and her marriage. I couldn’t fathom getting married at the age she did.”
Junmyeon arched an eyebrow. “Whatever was taking up your time when you were twenty-three?”
“Don’t remind me of med school hell, Myeon! I like that now I at least shower every day and eat more than ramen over textbooks.”
“It helps your sister never aspired to be a surgeon, Y/N.”
“No, and I’m not dismissing her life choices either. But being as independent as I am has come and bit me in the ass, hasn’t it? I don’t have anyone in my world that I can rely on when I’m unwell or injured.”
Junmyeon huffed indignantly. “What am I then? Was I not the one who made sure you ate when you were down with strep throat last year? And you were the one who temporarily moved in with me and helped me when my back went out too.”
“You know what I mean,” you said after giving him a pointed look. “My sister has a husband. A partner. A person she lives with and raises her children with. We’re both in our thirties, and sure, we have the accolades, but do we have the rest of it?”
“Why do you think I want Saturday night off? My Mum organised me another blind date.”
You laughed. “Remember your last one?”
“Please don’t remind me of that one,” he whined as he dished up dinner. Carrying the plates over to your dining table, you frowned when he placed the meals adjacent from the other instead of across the table like usual. He gave you a smirk. “In case you need me to feed you too.”
“I hate you,” you breathed out, picking up your fork in your non-dominant hand and proceeding to eat. After a couple of mouthfuls, you returned to the dating topic. “So, you have a good feeling about this one?”
“She sounds really interesting. And her father is a doctor, so maybe she’ll come equipped with an understanding of my lifestyle.”
You nodded. “I hope it goes well for you. If you need an SOS, I’ll be home all night long.”
“You better be. That hand of yours needs complete rest.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” you said sardonically, shaking your head. “Here I thought you’d need a wingman. Double dates are fun.”
“And who will you find at such short notice?”
“Don’t act as if I’m not capable of wooing men,” you responded, and Junmyeon chuckled again. You shrugged. “You’re right. I’ll sit this one out. Come to me if it ends up being a dead end, and I’ll cheer you up.”
Junmyeon grinned. “Deal. You better have our favourite movie and snacks on the ready.”
Opening your front door, you cocked your head to the side. “Really? It’s not even eight.”
Stepping into your home, Junmyeon shrugged off his coat and shoes and loosened off a couple of buttons on his shirt before turning back to you. “Wine?”
“That bad?” you enquired with a nod in the direction to your wine fridge. Junmyeon worked his way around your kitchen, bringing a bottle and two glasses over to the couch where you had popcorn, m&m’s and Netflix pulled up.
“She bought her dog to dinner.”
“You love dogs,” you replied as Junmyeon threw himself down on the couch beside you after placing down what he held and rolled his head in your direction. “What?”
“It wasn’t a dog-friendly restaurant, Y/N. And she insisted they bring over an extra chair for the little gremlin. She even ordered a meal for the dog. Can you believe it? I bought steak for a Pomeranian!”
Stifling your laughter, you leaned forward for some m&m’s and pushed them into his mouth. “You need some sweetness to get rid of that bitterness, Doctor Kim.”
“Doctor’s orders?” he asked, and you nodded firmly. “I’m going to drink all this wine. That’s how I feel right now.”
“No, you won’t because I want some too. Start pouring.”
After settling into the movie and a full glass of wine later, Junmyeon sighed heavily. “You know the other day when you talked about being too independent?”
“Mm?”
“Maybe we both have messed up. I thought I’d be married by now.”
“You’re thirty-seven, Myeon. Not ancient. You still have plenty of marrying years ahead of you.”
He swivelled towards you, the movie now forgotten. “Yeah, but don’t you find yourself lonely?”
“Not right now,” you answered and hissed when he shunted you. “Be careful of the injured, Myeon!”
“I’m being serious.”
“Of course, I get lonely. I was the one who pointed out the other day that I feel like I’m missing some things in my life. You fulfil mostly everything, though.”
“Mostly?”
“My other best friend is battery operated and helps with the rest,” you replied, and Junmyeon choked on the wine he had been inhaling. You cackled at his bewildered expression. “What? I could use my hand like you do too, but he’s nicer.”
“I cannot believe you just said that.”
“We never hold back from each other. Please don’t tell me you had some image of me being a celibate, born-again virgin or something.”
Junmyeon coughed loudly, placing down his wine glass. “For your information, no. I don’t think of you like that. Clearly, you have if you think about my hand, and uh—”
“No,” you cut in, shaking your head. “I’ve never thought of you like that before. But we’re humans with needs. You can’t tell me you don’t use your hand.”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“And I use a vibrator. Big deal,” you answered with a nonchalant shrug.
“Do you think that will change for us any time soon?” he wondered, and you glanced at Junmyeon. “I don’t want to be best friends with my hand, as you so graciously put it.”
“Thought you were getting your itches scratched by that nurse? What’s her name?”
Junmyeon scrunched his face up. “Danielle? She was alright at first but started to cross boundaries when she’d bring me lunch and leave little notes asking how my day was. I didn’t want to lead her on that it could be more than just a hookup.”
“Poor Danielle must be so broken-hearted,�� you lamented jokingly before smirking at Junmyeon. “So, what’s stopping you from going onto another faculty member, Doctor McHottie?”
“Please don’t ever call me that again,” he pleaded with a groan. “You pointed out we don’t work on a TV show, so let’s keep it to that. Besides, what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Who’s scratching your itches?” he questioned, and you sat up, hiking a thumb over your shoulder.
“Do you want to meet him? He’s a little shy, so he hides in my nightstand table. I’ll go—”
Laughing, Junmyeon encircled your waist with his arms and pulled you back down into him, your body nestling into his comfortably. Junmyeon ran his thumb in a circular motion over your side until you sighed with content. “You know, it’s a shame you can’t scratch my itches, Myeon.”
“You that desperate to say goodbye to your other best friend?”
“Not really,” you answered with a yawn, nuzzling his shoulder until you found the perfect spot for your head. “But you do everything else with me. It’s a shame we’ve never been romantically inclined with the other. It would solve our issues, wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah. I guess it would.”
You woke up wrapped up in a warm body, your lips spreading out into a sleepy smile as you turned into the bicep that had made for a fantastic pillow alternative and pressed a kiss into Junmyeon’s smooth skin. His body heat was one of the things you missed the most when he didn’t stay with you. Even with all your partners over the years, you hadn’t yet come across someone who could keep you as warm and comfortable all night as your best friend did.
“Don’t tempt me with those lips of yours,” a groggy voice insisted somewhere above you, and you shifted a little, kissing another part of his skin, the side of his pec that was showing out of the singlet he’d worn to bed with you. “Ugh, Y/N!”
“What? It’s not the first time I’ve kissed you awake,” you reminded, feeling the arm over your waist curling around your hip. You laughed when your backside grazed against Junmyeon’s morning wood. “Oooh, does my other best friend have some stiff competition this morning?”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“How you can come up with such big words first thing always surprises me, Doctor Kim. Anyway, thank you for your service of keeping me warm all night. Now get up and go off to the gym before you don’t.”
“You coming too?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t been because of my hand being so sore, but I miss it. Should I spend an hour on the treadmill whilst you do— is it arm day today?”
You rolled around to face him. Junmyeon smiled at you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Back day.”
“Well, I suppose my hand can’t be irritated if I just do a cardio session, right?”
“I’ll keep an eye on you. Any signs of pain, and I’ll bring you back here.”
“You’re too good for me, Myeon.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Rude!” you cried, elbowing him. He grunted before hauling you both out of bed. You squeaked and waited for him to deposit you in your bathroom.
“I’ll just go down to mine and then meet you at the gym?” You nodded, and Junmyeon pulled on the clothing he’d discarded last night and slipped out of your apartment.
You managed to get yourself refreshed enough and changed into your gym attire before heading into the elevator, smiling when it stopped two floors below yours. Junmyeon stepped in, and you laughed. “I thought you were meeting me at the gym.”
“I had to fend off my mother. She called to ask how last night went.”
“Did you tell her you weren’t ready to become a Daddy?”
Junmyeon’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “God, I’ve known you for years, and you still throw me off.”
“To her dog, you idiot,” you answered with a hearty laugh, nudging him when the doors to the elevator opened into the apartment’s gym complex.
You each slipped into your own parts of the gym, you towards the stair climber, and Junmyeon to the weight machines. After some time on a stationary bike and an elliptical, you found yourself side by side with Junmyeon on the treadmills to cool down. As you jogged leisurely, you looked over at Junmyeon’s sweaty appearance and then wiped the back of your forearm over your perspiring forehead. “We didn’t think this one through.”
“Huh?”
“Me exercising.”
“It’s been days, I’m sure you’re enjoying the burn,” he breathlessly answered, running faster than you were currently.
“Yes, but I’m all sweaty and gross now.”
“So am I.”
“I’m unable to shower properly at the moment. Didn’t you see how greasy my hair is from my mediocre attempts with all this bandaging? Even with a bag over my hand, I can’t clean myself up well.”
“Your bandaging is probably sweaty too. Don’t worry, I’ll fix you up.”
“Will you wash my hair for me too?”
Junmyeon hit the red button on the treadmill and came to an unsteady halt. “What?”
“It feels gross, Myeon. This is where a partner would come in handy. Even my other best friend—”
“I’m getting far too curious about a godforsaken sex toy for my own sanity,” he muttered as you slowed to a stop, grinning at him in bemusement. Junmyeon wiped his face down with his sweat towel and shook his head. “Fine. Yes, I’ll wash your damn hair, so you’ll shut up.”
“So, we’re showering together now too?” you wondered, and Junmyeon gave you a dark look. “How else do you plan to help me?”
“I’m getting you out of here before any of these other men hear you and take your offer someplace sinful.”
“I wouldn’t complain about that,” you replied, glancing around to spot someone who took your attention. Junmyeon grabbed your things and started to stalk towards the exit. You trotted along behind him, giggling at the rigid posture Junmyeon held all the way back up to your apartment.
Once you were both in the bathroom, you slowly eased out of your clothes, though you got stuck in your sports bra that was more challenging to get off with one hand than it was to get on.
“Keep it on,” Junmyeon announced, and you glanced at the man now standing just in his boxer briefs. “I’m not getting in a shower with you naked.”
“You’ve seen it before.”
“Yes, but today you’re asking me to help you out. I might be your best friend who doesn’t think of you that way, but I am also a man, and I’m going to be touching you. Forgive me for knowing I’m not a saint and don’t need any encouragement for physical reactions to occur.”
You finished attaching a plastic bag around your injured hand. “A head massage when you wash my hair and a potential undoing. This shower sounds delightful.”
“Why you don’t have any female best friends to rely on instead,” he muttered as he turned on the shower, corralling you into it and shutting the door soon after.
It was entirely platonic, to begin with. Junmyeon washed your hair, and aside from the reproachful look he gave you when you let out a moan at his fingers against your scalp – which couldn’t be helped when it felt so heavenly – you each managed to get yourselves as clean as possible.
“Let me get your back for you too,” you offered after Junmyeon had soaped yours up, your hand reaching out to take the loofah he held. He handed it to you, and you spun around, your back to the sprays whilst you scrubbed soap over Junmyeon’s muscles. He groaned, and you smirked. “Now, now, no sexual noises, just like you told me.”
“That feels good, though,” he told you hoarsely, and you chewed on your bottom lip, putting more effort into it. You liked making him squirm, and for once, Junmyeon was rendered at the mercy of your circular motions. He placed his head on the glass door, and you noticed his breathing change.
Pressing in closer to him, you stood on your toes to reach his ear. “Are you perhaps getting turned on right now?”
“Y/N,” he breathed out, and you glanced down to the front of his boxers, surprised to see that he was hardening.
“Shit. You are too. Kim Junmyeon! Who knew your erogenous spot was your back?” you teased as he shook his head.
“Stop.”
“Teasing you or turning you on?” you asked, and he spun around suddenly, your balance knocked off as you backed out of his way.
This was something new. The way he looked at you now was something he’d never done, and you could see there was a level of incredulity in his expression as he realised the same thing. His heated gaze dragged down your body, and you felt goosebumps chill your skin despite the heat of the water raining down over you both. He got hooked on your chest for a moment, shaking his head.
“We shouldn’t.”
“We’re better as friends.”
“Surrendering to lust would be stupid of us,” he continued, despite stepping closer.
Your heart thumped noisily in your chest, your body arching towards him instinctively. “We could try just one time. Just a taste.”
“Scratch an itch,” he agreed, and you nodded, gasping at how sensitive you were when his arms slid around your middle, pulling you flush against him.
Junmyeon groaned, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “This is reckless.”
“Do you want it?” you whispered, and he lifted his head to gaze at you, water beading on his lashes as he blinked slowly.
You didn’t know who moved faster. Lips crashed against each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands reaching to cup your thighs and pull you up so he could press you into the wall. It was fast and desperate, your good hand gripping the back of his head as he coveted your mouth and mind. Tongues met and battled for dominance, and your wanton moan was swallowed by him.
Pulling back for air, you both stared at one another again. Junmyeon’s hand roamed your face until it cupped your jaw. “More?”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“Not in here,” he told you, hitting off the lever for the water and then carrying you out. Settling you down on the bathroom countertop, Junmyeon gestured for you to lift your arms, and you obeyed, allowing him to remove your sports bra. He took off your panties next and then removed his underwear, his eyes not leaving yours.
“You know, I’ve never thought of you like this,” he admitted, finally letting his heated stare travel your nakedness.
You felt emboldened by his gaze, delighting in your own perusal of his body. God, he was gorgeous. Especially right where he ached for you. Clamping your legs together in need, you were overwhelmed by the level of desire you had for him right now. Your brain was echoing his sentiment. You had never given him any sort of sexual thought. So many of your colleagues had teased you about being like a married couple, and you had always joked back that one day he’d put a ring on your finger, but that had been all that it was. Fun banter between you and your best friend.
Now, you wondered if you had wasted far too long not getting to know Junmyeon’s body.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep looking at me like that,” he told you, and without waiting for a reply, he scooped you up, carrying you into your bedroom, kicking the door firmly shut.
Spent, after what was the best sex of your life, you rolled to look at your best friend and the sated expression on his face. You grinned. “You liked that.”
“Y/N, I think I more than liked it.”
“The third time was most enlightening,” you confessed, and Junmyeon chuckled.
“I still can’t believe what we’ve done.”
“Any regrets?” you wondered, hoping he had none. You sure didn’t. You wanted to worship his body every day for the rest of your life.
You stilled with that thought, and Junmyeon seemed to read where you had gone. “I have one regret.”
“One?”
He nodded. “Taking this long to taste you.”
“Okay, I can agree with that,” you replied, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. “But what does this mean for us now?”
“You’ve always thought of us as best friends forever,” he started, and you nodded. “We’ve always held the same picture, Y/N. Finding love, getting married, living nearby, vacationing as two families. I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.”
“Same,” you whispered, sitting up a little. Junmyeon’s eyes fell to your exposed body before dragging them back up to your face. “But now, I’m not so sure if I wouldn’t get jealous of your future wife getting to have all of this.”
“My body made you that love drunk, huh?”
You rolled your eyes. “Arrogance doesn’t suit you.”
“Maybe we can still have the same dream.”
“Really? Tell me you wouldn’t get jealous of another man bedding me.” Junmyeon’s eyes flashed with something dark, and you cocked your head to the side. “See, you can’t. Maybe we shouldn’t have given in to those feelings back in the shower.”
“You want all those things I mentioned. Why not have them with me?”
You stared at him, dumbstruck. “Wh-What?”
“We both already do everything for the other. We live in the same apartment complex because we wanted to be close to each other. We’ve shared the same bed so many times I’ve forgotten what it feels like to wake up with another woman in my arms other than you. We know we can live together with ease. And I’ve always loved you. You’re the best person in my world. What I’m realising now, after what we’ve just done, is that I found the missing puzzle piece. I didn’t need to meet another woman to do the things you couldn’t for me. I just needed to give in to the moment and find them with you.”
“What you’re suggesting will change everything about us,” you told him quietly, though your mind was accepting all he said with far more ease than you had even considered before. “We won’t just be best friends anymore.”
“Yes, we will. The kind of best friend I want forever. I’m not asking you to marry me right now, Y/N. But after what we did, you can’t tell me that was just scratching an itch. That was… we…”
“We made love,” you finished for him, and Junmyeon nodded. “I love you too, Myeon. I just— what if it doesn’t work out? I can’t lose you.”
“Where would I go? How can this not work out?”
“How are you so sure about this?”
Tugging you so you were over him again, he placed your good hand over his heart and stretched up to kiss your lips. It was slower than all the others had been, but it was the kiss that broke all your barriers away, sweeping you out into his sea. You surrendered to the waves of emotions that kiss contained. As his mouth moved against yours, you could only think of one thing.
How right it felt to be in his arms and feeling his love against your lips.
When Junmyeon finally pulled back, he smiled up at you. “Did you feel my heart through all of that?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s how I know. Because I’ve never felt like this about anyone else. Maybe we both knew all along that things never worked out with others because it wasn’t us. The people we’ve seen in the past don’t come close to how I feel for you. And I can’t imagine anyone else but you.”
“I want to say that’s the sex haze talking,” you replied with a smile, leaning in to kiss him briefly before you shook your head. “But I can’t imagine anyone else either now. You’re it for me.”
“Is that so?”
You nodded, moving so you could curl up against him. Your best friend. Your heart. “Doctor’s orders.”
“Well, I can’t go against what you prescribe for me, now can I?”
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pairing: kim junmyeon x reader
word count: 505 words
prompt: powerful
summary: after junmyeon’s discharge, the two of you find yourselves hitting the headlines, surprised only by the recognition that comes your way
“Have you seen this?” Junmyeon laughed as he held his phone out for you to read, finding yet another article with the two of you mentioned in the headline.
You always feared the worst when you took Junmyeon’s phone out of his hand, but as you read through the article, you couldn’t help but scoff and chuckle as you moved through, scrolling all the way to the end.
“Apparently we’re a power couple now,” Junmyeon grinned as he sat himself down beside you on the sofa, taking his phone back from you. “This is all because you came to pick me up when I discharged you know.”
Your head shook as an arm moved around your frame, with Junmyeon pulling you down to rest into his lap. The press had gone wild when you decided to head to the gates to see him after his final discharge, glad to finally have him home permanently.
“I quite like the sound of it,” Junmyeon added with a wide smile on his face, “that means that people like us Y/N.”
You couldn’t believe how excited Junmyeon sounded, shaking your head as he continued to chuckle away to himself. It was unexpected, but something that he could definitely get used to for the two of you in the industry.
“It’s better than people hating us,” you acknowledged, shuffling to be able to look up at Junmyeon properly, “although usually it’s more me that they hate than you.”
A hand rested against the top of your head, “who cares who hates you? I love you, remember?”
Another proud chuckle came from Junmyeon as he scored yet again with his cheesy responses, tugging his hand gently through your hair as your eyes rolled at how corny he managed to be once again.
“Is this what we can expect from now on? Everyone calling us the power couple?” You quizzed as Junmyeon placed his phone away into his pocket.
His head slowly nodded back down at you, “I quite like being a power couple, especially if I’m in that couple with you. You’re my favourite person to be in a couple with.”
“I should hope so too,” you chuckled, “that’s why you agreed to marry me, right?”
Junmyeon nodded still in reply to you, remembering the one thing that you had left hidden from the media. If they thought you were a power couple before, you couldn’t wait to see how highly they rated the two of you after you shared your engagement news too.
“Can you imagine what reaction will have then?” Junmyeon asked you.
Your eyes lit up just at the thought, “I love having this to hold against them, especially when they think that they know everything too.”
“I wonder how powerful they’ll think we are when we tell them we’re spending the rest of our lives together,” Junmyeon hummed back across to you, “then we might not just be powerful, but the most powerful couple in the industry.”
“I could definitely get used to being a power couple.”
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I’ll always find you-Junmyeon
From the Halloween advent calendar🎃
Kim Junmyeon x general!reader
Grim reaper!AU
Warnings:references to death
If sensitive,please, don’t read
Life and death:two forces as perfectly balanced as they’re separated by a thin line. A step forward the edge and you leave this world to end up in the other,but there’s no-viceversa;that’s why mortals try to stay away from that edge as much as they can. The problem is that when they’re meant to cross it,they do it…ending in the darkness.
Darkness. They key world to describe the unknown place you found yourself in without even knowing how. All you could remember was a long walk on the river bridge. It was dusk,the winter breeze was approaching,same for the night sky,and you had just left your office. You were looking at the beautiful river who was singing its peaceful song when everything got pitch black…and cold.
You opened your eyes:around you a sea of darkness in which you were floating,not even swimming. You were confused. You blinked twice,moved your arms to balance yourself,but,suddenly you started falling…
and falling…
and falling…
and falling…
down…
even more down…
You thought you would have never stopped,that you would’ve been stuck in a loop for your whole life;when,suddenly,someone grabbed you.
You opened your eyes shyly,finding an hooded figure holding you,your arms wrapped around his shoulders as one of his hand was on your back and the other firmly gripping you from underneath your knees.
You gulped:what was that thing? Where were you? So many questions started popping in your head.
“I’m sorry it took me a while to find you” the figure talked with a warm voice
“Find me?” you demanded
“It’s my job” he put you down,letting you stand on your feet. Somehow there was now a ground you couldn’t see as darkness was still embracing you.
“Where is your golden coin?” he then asked
“Golden coin?”
“Usually it’s in the pocket. Check it”
You nodded,sliding your hand in the pocket of your wet jacket.
Wait…why was your jacket soaking?
“There you go-the hooded man said,grabbing the rounded objects-now come with me” he stretched his hand out,but you didn’t hold it
“I don’t know who you are” you whispered
“You do” he took off his hoodie,revealing a pale well known face with delicate features. His eyes were big and round,as deep as the ocean of darkness you had ended up in,and his purplish lips were curved in a comforting smile you had seen a millionth times in the past.
“I do know you now. You were right”
“Of course you do. I’m sorry I had to come this early”
“What happened?”
“You fell in the river”
“Oh…that’s why I’m cold and wet”
The man giggled:
“You’ll be warm as soon as I’ll bring you on the other side” he offered you his hand once again. You grabbed it this time.
“Is it pretty there?” you demanded,walking
“It’s not bad if you’ve been a decent human in your life”
“I was”
“Then you don’t have to worry about it” he kissed your forehead.
You didn’t expect your beloved boyfriend,Junmyeon,to become a grim reaper after he had passed a few years before;but you should’ve expected it since he had told you he would’ve found you even in the afterlife.
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Exo masterlist
Here you will fine everything I had made for exo. :)
-𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 ♡
Last updated: 11/23/23
Guide: ♤ angst - ❀ fluff - ♡ smut - ✧ text au
𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
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Nothing here yet….
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𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 ✧
Nothing here yet….
ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 ♤ ❀ ♡
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 ♤
ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕖’𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ❀ ♡ ✧
𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖? ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 / 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖…… ❀ ✧
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Nothing here yet….
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 ♤
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𝕊𝕖𝕙𝕦𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕪/𝕟 (ᴍɪɴɪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ♤ ❀ ♡
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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ♡
𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕡 ♤ ❀ ✧
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Love fool
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soulmates || k.jm
PAIRING || Suho x female reader
GENRES || fluff, angst, soulmate au, best friends to (?) au
SUMMARY || In a world where soulmates were a thing, will you be able to truly find yours?
WC || 0.6k
WARNINGS || none
A/N || This is the EXO version of my Xiaojun fic Soulmates
EVENT || Part of the au pairing event by @ficscafe
PROMPT || TWENTY-NINE. soulmate x soulmate ; when a soulmate has already found love elsewhere.
TAGGING || @fifty-shades-of-mischeif @xavi-in-kpopland @whatudoing @midnightmoi @shrutiajit @cerisetalks @exoxobsession @woo-minhee02 @buttvi @iminchaosnow(If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)
"Have you ever loved anyone?"
The young boy looked up from his incomplete puzzle, before giving her a half-shrug.
"Only you."
"Do I count?" She asked, not sure if best friends were supposed to be clubbed together in this category.
Junmyeon blinked at her in surprise.
"Of course you do. Why wouldn't you?"
She looked down, playing with the fringe of her dress.
"I don't know, no one seems to care for me." The six year old girl muttered.
She felt him edge closer to her.
"I care about you." He said slowly, as though he was hurt by her statement.
Slowly, she looked up at him and felt herself smile. His honest words had warmed her heart and she didn't know what she would have done without him.
"I care about you too."
The boy smiled back, extending out his pinkie finger for her to interlink.
"Let's promise to take care of each other till the very end."
"Myeon!" She screamed with delight, nearly ripping out the said boy's arm as she pulled him out of the wooden cabin they were staying in. "It's a shooting star, we need to make a wish soon-"
But before either of them could wish, the star disappeared in the horizon, leaving behind a dark night sky sprawling with stars.
"Oh no." She said, visibly upset. "It's gone now."
"Nothing is gone." Junmyeon whispered, taking her hands in his.
"We can just wish on each other, and it will come true. Faster than a shooting star. "
She blinked at him rapidly, trying to process his words. Soon a smile broke onto her face.
"Yes." She whispered happily. "Let's do that."
Their eyes fluttered closed as they wished upon each other.
"What did you wish for?" Junmyeon asked.
She raised her eyebrows.
"Are we supposed to say that though?"
His eyes widened in fake betrayal.
"I'm your best friend!"
She laughed at his over reaction.
"Fine. I wished that we meet our shipmates soon."
He gasped.
"I wish that too!"
She looked at him incredulously.
"Really?"
"I swear!" He said, and he took off running, his laughter the only sound in the empty valley.
"Kim Junmyeon! Come back here right now!"
She knew it.
She always had a feeling it was him, but now she was confirmed that her soulmate was her best friend.
In a world where soulmates were found by the initials of your significant other being tattooed on your palm, a lot of people didn't find theirs.
But she knew hers.
She knew these letters and whom they belonged to.
K.JM
Kim Junmyeon.
Her best friend.
The man she had been in love with for god knows how many years.
And so she went to his workplace extra early today, dying to tell him the good news.
Upon entering the bakery, she found her soulmate in a good mood too.
"Hello mister. I see someone is really happy today." She joked, leaning against the counter.
Junmyeon smiled at her, causing a million butterflies to break in her stomach.
“I found my soulmate!”
She beamed at him. Of course he did.
“Who’s it?” She asked eagerly.
Just then, one of his coworkers walked in, and Junmyeon turned around to her. Then, wrapping his arms around the newcomer, he beamed at Y/N.
“This is Hyeon, my soulmate.” He said, turning to peck her on the lips.
Y/N felt her world crash as they both showed her their carved initials.
She smiled at them bitterly and congratulated them. After a few words, she walked out of the cafe, the heaviness of her heart almost unbearable.
Looking back she realised something.
Junmyeon was never hers to keep.
A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
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LET IT OUT BABY , KJM [M]
kim junmyeon x fem! reader
IN WHICH you need that perfect moan for your newest song… and you know exactly who to get it from.
genre: non-famous au! (u make music n he has a regular job lol) smut
word count: 1.1k
warnings: explicit sexual content, sex in a public place, swearing, oral (m. receiving), fluffy ending bc i’m soft for my myeonnie🥺 also jun being a tease bc of course he is🙃
taglist: @yeol-jae , @royal-aeris , @kimchari
author’s note: waddup thots welcome to the third installment of my studio sex with exo series!! oh boy this actually killed me i’m a ghost writing this😩✌🏻i do hope you enjoy ((;
You pressed the spacebar of your keyboard and turned to face your boyfriend. He slid the bulky headphones off his ears, cheeks tinted pink.
“So, what did you think?” you stifled a giggle at Junmyeon scratching the back of his neck, bashful as a little boy with his first crush.
“Uh, it was really good. You sound so sexy, my goddess.” Junmyeon answered, his former shy self turning to the tease he normally was.
“Yeah, that’s what I was going for, but there’s something missing. Luckily, that’s where you come in.” You pecked him on the lips quickly before pushing him inside of the recording booth. You pressed the Record button on your computer before following him suit, shutting and locking the door.
“Care to explain?” Junmyeon questioned as you plopped headphones over his ears and dragged him over to the microphone.
“Junnie, I need you to do something for me,” you purred, reaching your fingers into Junmyeon’s button-down and releasing two of the buttons. His breath hitched in his throat at the sudden contact.
“Y-Yes?” He let out a soft gasp as you continued to unbutton his shirt, running your fingers down his bare chest. He was normally very authoritative and strict with you in the bedroom, but seeing him become putty in your hands over the simplest of touches was a whole new feeling of bliss. The roles have been reversed, and you could not wait to continue with your new power over him.
“You know how in the third verse there’s something... missing?” He nods as you lick a stripe up his neck, unbuttoning the final button and allowing his shirt to pool at his feet. “I need a certain... sound to help bridge the gap. And you, my dear, are the perfect man for the job.”
He cocked a brow in confusion before whimpering into the microphone at your fingers tracing the outline of his taut abdomen.
“Just like that, but maybe a little... louder?” you mused, biting down on his bare shoulder-blade as your hands made their way to the hem of his jeans. He swallowed heavily, Adam’s Apple protruding from his neck. Peppering butterfly kisses down his back, you released the button from its denim confines and unzipped his pants. You could already feel his erection grow from all of your touches. He let out small gasps as you pulled his jeans down his legs, sliding your fingertips down his thighs and shins.
Spreading Junmyeon’s thighs apart slightly, you made eye contact with the tent in his boxers, seeing the tip of his cock poke out of the fly. Spreading the hole open with your index fingers, you wrapped your lips around his tip, giving him kitten licks. His gasps turned to whimpers as you started to suck slowly, digging your lacquered nails into his thighs. His sounds were still not the volume you wanted, however. You released the tip from your mouth with a soft pop, eliciting a groan from him.
“Let it out, baby. I know you want to. All of this is for my ears only.” you purred, hooking your thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and sliding them down his legs. In an instant your mouth engulfed his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head.
Only then were you going to get the reaction you craved so badly. As soon as you took more of him in and started sucking like your life depended on it, he suddenly got loud. Louder than you ever heard him, ever.
It started off as a low, throaty groan, causing you to moan against his cock. You took the rest of him in, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat as your hands moved to cup his asscheeks. The vibration of you against his throbbing cock caused him to let out an even louder, more high-pitched moan. Every single one of his noises were like music to your ears. You dug your nails into his ass as you felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth.
He began breathing heavily into the mic, gripping the bar with one hand while his other made its way into your hair. You bobbed your head as you continued to suck him off. The closer he got to his release, the louder he became. The grip he had on your hair tightened as you sucked and sucked, his moans becoming more erratic as your motions pushed him against the edge.
He let out a final, thunderous grunt as he came in your mouth. You sucked him off as he rode his orgasm, swallowing his hot cum and releasing him from your mouth as his cock softened. You rose from your spot, lips meeting with his as you slid the headphones off his ears, allowing them to rest around his neck. Sweat glistened from his forehead underneath the light, soft tufts of his brunette locks sticking to his skin.
“Stay where you are, I need a picture of this,” You reached inside of your pocket and took out your phone, snapping a picture of your boyfriend wearing nothing but a pair of your headphones around his neck, mouth agape and breathing heavily. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Junmyeon flashed a teasing smirk at the camera as you took another picture. “Thanks babe. Damn, you’re lookin’ sexy as you always do.”
“Oh, do I?” Junmyeon smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled, unlocking your phone and showing him both of the pictures you took.
“See? How could anyone look at this and think you’re not the hottest man on the planet?” He grinned, placing a kiss onto your cheek.
“You had to include all of me?” he teased, covering the bottom half of your screen with his thumb. You reached your hand down and pinched his ass, eliciting a yelp from him.
“Yes, all of you is sexy, shut up. This is for my eyes only.”
“You’re god damn right it is, baby. Just how this is for my eyes only.” Junmyeon pulled up his underwear and jeans, buttoning and zipping them as he took his phone out of his back pocket. After a few swipes and taps on the screen, he turned the phone around, showing you a picture of yourself. Wrists bound to the bed by his silk neckties nude as the day you were born.
“Hey!” you blushed profusely, smacking his phone away from you. He chuckled as he picked up his shirt from the floor, slipping it on.
“C’mon, let’s go home. And maybe... I can take care of you.” Junmyeon whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he tucked a loose hair behind your ear. Perking up, you dragged him out of the recording room, stopped your recording before locking up the studio and dragging him to your car.
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Gravity
Genre: Angst, Unrequited Love
Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader
A/N: This was basically just a therapy write.
**
What is worth? It is neither tangible nor seeable. It doesn’t have a body or a shell. Yet, the endless chase to catch it, to hold it captive, is a never ending disease that eats away at the brain and tears apart the heart. It’s only descriptor is feeling. A judgement. Something either is or isn’t. When it's an object in question, the call for worth is passive, innocent. It’s wanted or it's not. The deterioration comes into play when the worth is applied to a person.
Kim Junmyeon was worth the world.
With a smile that could chase away a storm and a heart too good and pure for the human populace, he was truly worth more than the world. He was worth more than you deserved.
Not only was his face kind, but it was handsome. Beautiful, even. Candid photos were museum worthy masterpieces. There was a gentleness, a softness to his eyes and cheeks that contradicted the sharpness of his jaw and the strength of his body. His laugh was infectious and his mind as vast and deep as the ocean. The sum of his whole was worth so much.
But you were not worthy of such a person. You weren’t as stunning as a sunset over the mountains or as extraordinary as a new discovery. You were simply… you. Staring from afar, admiring but never touching.
You wished you could be worthy. You wished you could be special enough - good enough to be with him. Pretty enough would be something decent to settle for. But you were invisible. A person on the sidelines. Out of the spotlight. You were an admirer - not one to be admired.
“You’re doing it again.”
You blinked, your attention torn away from the spot where Junmyeon was standing, laughing and chatting with a few of his seniors. Kyungsoo, who sat to your left at the small table in the entertainment building’s cafe, didn’t even look up from the script he was currently reviewing. He’d only been given it the day before and was still considering if he wanted the part that was being offered to him.
Your gaze dropped to the opened yet untouched notebook lying in front of you on the somewhat sticky surface. Someone must have spilled their syprup-y coffee and didn’t do the best job at cleaning it up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Without moving his head, Kyungsoo looked at you over the rim of his glasses. Even though you were sure you were nothing more than a blur to his eyes at the moment, he could always see right through you. “If you keep staring at him like that, you’re going to give yourself away.”
The ultimate nightmare. The humiliation of being found out. The sweet but awkward rejection that you knew would follow. With his laugh still ringing in your ears, you forced yourself to tune Junmyeon out.
Pushing his glasses up his nose with his middle finger, Kyungsoo straightened and closed the script. “We can go somewhere else, if that would help.”
You wanted to argue no. That you weren’t a coward. That you weren’t going to run and hide simply because you looked at him like he was the night sky while you were stuck on the ground. You used to have better control of yourself. You used to be able to hide it better. But lately, it had only gotten worse.
And you were a coward.
“Yeah. Maybe one of the practice rooms is empty.”
“There’s usually one.”
After gathering up your things, you followed Kyungsoo out of the cafe, stealing a final glance. Junmyeon didn’t so much as twitch in your direction. It wouldn’t have been surprising if he hadn’t even realized that you were there in the cafe for the past half hour.
Kyungsoo settled into one corner of the worn navy blue couch while you squeezed into the other. Not speaking a word, he went back to reading the script. That was a nicety of your friendship. Comfortable silence was more than readily available when needed. He didn’t push or give unasked for advice. He was an ear to listen and a presence to take in when you didn’t want to be alone.
You stared down at the notebook in your lap where your next story ideas were supposed to be filling the pages. But nothing was coming out. Not even the vague pictures you’d had earlier this morning. The only things being called to the paper were the sentences held in the invisible tears you refused to shed. Words of wishes and frustrations swirled around inside the tiny droplets, every letter as heavy as lead. Your cruel mind kept echoing at you the conversation that had constricted the air in your lungs.
Two days ago, you’d accidentally overheard a drama staff worker jokingly say that Junmyeon and his current co-star seemed awfully close, more than merely friends. Stomach lurching, you ran to the nearest bathroom. Nothing came out but almost fifteen minutes of deliberate breathing had gone by before you emerged again. Kyungsoo was quick to dismiss the comment after barely three words from you. The effect, however, still lingered.
Despite the history of your intrusive thoughts, you wanted to believe that you could be good enough. That you were worthy of being beside someone like Junmyeon. His co-costar was stunning, even in real life. Someone who didn’t need photoshop to draw out gasps of awe and astonishment. Someone you most certainly couldn’t compete with in any race.
You weren’t asking for much. Just to be able to hold his hand, your fingers interlaced between his own. The fantasy you allowed yourself to indulge in at times wasn’t a grand gesture or a modern fairytale. You wanted simplicity. The smaller moments that could mean so much. Mundane, to some eyes.
Warm sun rays leaked through the closed blinds over the living room windows. A clock on the wall ticked away the meaningless minutes. Sometimes soft music hummed in the background, sometimes there was nothing but silence. Junmyeon would lay across the length of the couch with you wrapped around his side. His fingers would absentmindedly caress your shoulder or arm. In his other hand was a book, held open by his thumb and pinky. Your own hand drifted through his hair while he read aloud.
The two of you had dozens of endless conversations about books. About the ones you loved and the ones you hated. About deeper meanings and the reflections of life. His love of literature - from the celebrated classics to the obscure unknown - had been what initially drew you in. Everything else was what made you stay.
A muscle in your hand cramped. The peaceful scene faded from your eyes. The page was now filled with barely legible, ink-smeared words. You’d written the entire scenario out, along with your heart, without even realizing it.
In a panic, you ripped the paper from its spiral hold, crumpled it up, and tossed it to the trash can across the room. It missed.
“I doubt whatever you wrote was that bad,” Kyungsoo murmured. He read the final few lines of the script and closed it.
“It wasn’t,” you admitted bitterly. “But I shouldn’t have written it.” You described the scene to him while your eyes stayed trained on the loose thread twirling between your fingers.
He sighed. “You’re never going to tell him, are you?”
“I can’t.”
“You can. You’re just stopping yourself.”
You scoffed. “Why would I deliberately set myself up like that? Break me the rest of the way?”
Kyungsoo stared at you, long and hard, his expression blank to those who couldn’t read the tell-tale signs that his thoughts were in overdrive. “You’re really hurting, aren’t you?”
You sniffed, though no tears were yet forcing their way to the surface. “Most days.”
“Then walk away.”
“I can’t.” Your voice broke - just like your heart. The world blurred when you shook your head. “I can’t… simplify it. But-- It’s like I was this stupid lump of rock drifting aimlessly through space, content with my life. Then suddenly, I came across this brilliant star that shined so brightly and… we collided. And now I’m stuck in his orbit. But he just keeps on spinning while my whole world had changed completely. He’s… my gravity. I don’t know anything else anymore.”
“Maybe it’s time to find your own orbit.”
Afraid it might crack again, your voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t know how.”
The door creaked open and your heart leapt. Junmyeon stuck his head inside. Had he overheard everything?
“There you are! I turned away for a second and suddenly you two weren’t in the cafe anymore.”
He’d… He’d seen you? In the cafe?
“It was too loud,” Kyungsoo lied, covering up for you like he always did.
“It’s always too loud for you,” Junmyeon teased. Then his face morphed into that leader-esque expression. “We need to head to rehearsal. You’re welcome to join us,” he nodded to you.
“No, that’s okay,” you said quickly in response. “I have a writer’s meeting.” No, you didn’t, but space felt like the right choice at the moment. You tried not to focus on the lack of disappointment coming from the direction of the door.
“Maybe next time.” Junmyeon slapped the side of the door. “Let’s go, Soo.”
You were actually the first one on your feet, muttering goodbyes to both of them and then walking down the hall perhaps a little too fast.
You didn’t allow your mind to think the whole way home. Every action was done in automatic mode. Only the minimal amount of awareness was used. But when the apartment door clicked behind you, when the near darkness wrapped you up, when the silence crept in and the empty couch mocked you… you broke.
Knees buckling from under you, the cold hard floor came closer and you didn’t leave that spot just inside the room as the tears and sobs crashed out in waves.
This was what you hated the most. The breakdowns that came with no excuse. They were built up by your own mind, by your intrusive thoughts. You tortured yourself with what you could never have. The attacks were random and it was only recently that you had learned to hold them in long enough until you were safe within your own walls. One time, you hadn’t made it. Kyungsoo had been there to pat your shoulder.
Kyungsoo. He was right.
That clarity was coming through as the tears dried and your breathing evened out again. You needed space. You needed to separate yourself from what wasn’t good for you and not see him. Not even have the temptation to.
This was going to hurt like hell.
**
The office somehow looked smaller with the bare walls. Since the day you moved in, you tried to liven it up, give it character, make it reflect the interests you loved. How were you supposed to write if this place felt like a stifling corporate desert, dry of any creativity?
Not that you ever actually wrote in this twelve by eight space. This place had been reserved for meetings and other usually boring necessities. You didn’t know the next time a budget meeting or an email check would be conducted here. You could be back in a few months and move back in as if you never left. Or someone else could take over. Only time would tell.
The box that currently had your attention was nearly full. You’d have to come back for the rest. There wasn’t much left, anyway. You took another look around to see if there was anything else you could do at the moment. The monitors were black, the tower underneath - so much smaller than the one you’d had as a kid - was powered off, and the chair that was aligned just so to your favored adjustments was pushed into the gray desk. Saying goodbye to this place really did hurt.
But you needed to do this.
And yet, you felt like you were drowning, being dragged deeper into the black water. Your lungs were screaming for relief.
“You’re really leaving?”
Your shoulders stiffened. At first, you didn’t look up at him. You weren’t sure what to say to him. Being here… it was the last place you expected him to be today. Kyungsoo would have told him, but you wouldn’t have waited around for him to appear.
“Hi, Junmyeon.” You folded up the top of the box, overlapping the pieces so it would stay shut in transport.
“I thought you liked it here?”
“I love it,” you confessed. “But I- I need to go home for a little while.”
“Are you homesick?”
“Something like that.” Definitely some version of sick.
He nodded. “Will you be gone long?” His eyes drifted over the holes in the walls leftover from the frames that used to hang in front of them.
“I don’t know.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. This was…. You should go. Pushing your fingers under the box, you started to lift it to take it home.
“Do you have to go?”
The question stalled you. Confused, the box went back down on the desk. “Why are you here, Junmyeon?”
He shrugged, though it didn’t shake off the stiffness in his shoulders. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his arms all the way to his wrists covered up by the sleeves of his shirt. Lately he had been rolling them up. You wondered what had changed today. “You’re our friend.”
Friend.
Friend. Friend. Friend.
The word rang over and over like a declaration of war. Our friend.
The smart thing to do would have been to nod, say goodbye, and leave. But - instead - you opened your mouth.
“I will always be your friend.”
That didn't make him smile like you would have thought. “So, then why do you have to leave?”
You rubbed your eyebrow, fighting within yourself. You lost.
“Have you ever had a friend so head over heels for someone that won’t even look at them twice? But they don’t care? Because as long as the person they’re looking at is happy, then they’re happy. Even if your friend is completely miserable in the process. Because they no longer care about their own self. They just keep looking at the other person, doing anything that entails that they’re still happy.” You swallowed thickly to try and keep your voice steady. By your sides, your hands were trembling at this roundabout confession. “And you want to shake them. You want to tell them to get out. Because as long as they stick around, they won’t look at one else. No one else exists. Well, this is me. Getting out.”
The frown on Junmyeon’s face deepened as he let your words sink in. “Who is it? Will you tell me?”
No. Because this was enough of an admittance. Because it was time to find your own sense of gravity.
So, without a word, you picked up the box and left the office.
Waiting for you when you came back was the scene you had written in the practice room that day, flattened out but still wrinkled as it laid on the desk.
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THE PERFECT ONE. — kjm
PAIRINGS — exo, kim junmyeon x reader
GENRES — best friends to lovers, fluff fluff fluff, slight angst
SYNOPSIS — after a ruined date, your best friend decides that you deserve to be treated in the form of a perfect night that leaves your heart warm and your feelings out in the open.
WARNINGS — swearing and sweetness
MESSAGE — hi, @amyeonzing i’m emma, your exol secret santa and this is my (hopefully not too shitty) gift for you. i really enjoyed the time i spent getting to know you and i must say that i think you’re pretty freaking cool!! thanks for putting with my somewhat sporadic asks, i hope this makes up for it
also thanks to mel and lolo for setting up the @exolssecretsanta, it really was fun and definitely worth it!
WORD COUNT — 2.2k+
"i hate guys." you let out in a huff, flopping your body into your best friend's bed, "i hate guys, i hate men, i hate boys, i hate those weird humans with the dicks hanging off their body. i hate them all." you repeat again more descriptively this time, the frustration growing in your chest as you continue your somewhat dramatic announcement. your hands gripping the duvet cover as your head buries into the pillow. the only sense of calm you gain being from the smell of cologne that lingers on junmyeon's sheets.
you don't hear or see him get up, but he does with a small chuckle, pushing away from the desk he was sat in front of at the other side of the bedroom and walking over to the bed calmly. he hovers over the side of the bed your laying on before deciding to crouch down next to you, one hand gently pushing on your arm in hopes of encouraging you to unbury your face. it takes a little convincing — it always does — but you do give in eventually, letting yourself be rolled over, your arms in reponse only folding over your chest as a pout forms on your lips.
"so you were saying," junmyeon nudges you to make room for him on the bed, "men equal bad?" he sits down once you shuffle over, doing his best to hide the small smile that is prying at his lips "men equal very bad." you nod in agreement, the stern look remaining on your face as junmyeon nods. “and why is that this time?”
you shake your head at his question, not really wanting to answer. if you were being honest, you found the truth quite embarrassing, even if you shouldn’t do, you just couldn’t help it. but then again, it was junmyeon you were talking. the man you had known since you were old enough to walk, the man you spent your childhood with, experiencing the epic highs and lows of being a teenager and now an adult. it being junmyeon made you feel a bit better at least and was only reason you were willing to admit the cause of your upset.
“i got stood up.” your face twists, eyes tracing the dappled texture painted on junmyeon’s bedroom ceiling. “i was supposed to go on a date last night with this guy i met through a friend and he fucking stood me up.”
junmyeon shifts onto his side, elbow bent to prop up his head, “oh,” he hums, face morphing into a sympathetic expression, eyes saddened. his hand moves to rest on your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles, “hey,” he begins gently, “there’s no point getting upset over this guy. if he couldn’t be bothered to show up to a date with someone as amazing as you, he’s not worth any of your time or thought in the first place.”
“ugh,” this was the exact reason everyone came to junmyeon for advice and you hated it, mostly because he was always right. you were letting some stupid guy, who you hadn’t even properly met, dictate your feelings and however much you didn’t want to admit it, it was stupid.
“ok.” you nod, lettting a small smile pry at your lips. “who cares about him, right?” you sit up promptly and junmyeon mimics the action. “right!” he cheers on with you but the joy is short lived. “it does still kinda suck though.” your body seems to deflate as the words pass your lips, shoulders caving in on themselves.
it sucked a whole lot in fact. not even because you cared that much about the guy, just the feeling that someone would rather leave you hanging than text to cancel.
junmyeon remains silent for a while before shifting off the bed, making his way around to the other side before grabbing your hands and pulling you up to. “y/n,” he begins softly, “forget him, yeah?” he nods encouragingly and you mirror the action reluctantly, gaze flickering away. “i’ve got a plan and it requires you to not be grumpy.”
your head seems to perk up at his statement, a plan?
your head tilts and it’s enough indication for junmyeon to begin explaining, “go on a date with me instead, a make up for last night.” he offers sweetly, hands clutching yours, and you swear you feel your heart beat fasten. “a date?” you question and he nods again, “a date.” he smiles back, “i’ll make it as perfect as possible and by the end of it, you will have forgotten that prick even exists.”
it hadn’t taken much convincing after that for you to agree, junmyeon was just a friend after all, and what’s weird about going out with a friend?
he had instructed soon after for you to go home and get changed, planning to pick you at seven for the beginning of your date. you had done so promptly, changing into your favourite ‘casual date’ outfit - whatever that meant - before fixing your hair and putting on a light layer of makeup.
and thankfully, unlike last night, when the planned time rolled around, junmyeon showed up too, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand that had your cheeks heating. his only reasoning being that you “deserved to know what a proper date was like.”
just a friend, just a friend, just a friend.
you have to remind yourself as he begins to drive after guiding you to his car, taking a deep breath as you scan the road signs you pass, hoping for any clue of where junmyeon might be taking you. the further you journeyed however, the more lost you became, city buildings morphing into fields upon fields. the car drive turning into what felt like more of an adventure as the minutes ticked on. “if you’re going to kill me, at least give me some warning.” you let out in a chuckle and junmyeon laughs back, his hand moving from the steering wheel onto your thigh. the feeling of his skin on yours leaving goosebumps prickling on your leg, “no murder happening here.” he squeezes his hand and just as quickly, it’s back on the wheel.
it’s weird, the feeling that bubbles in your stomach, almost like butterflies. but no, that was stupid. junmyeon was your best friend of course and that was it. even if he seemed to be the one you thought about most.
few words are shared after that, a quiet melody playing through the car from one of your playlists. your head resting against the window. you don’t even notice at first when the car rolls to a stop, junmyeon getting out first and promptly making his way over to your side of the car. the small giggle that passes your lips when he pulls open your door and holds out a hand leaving a rosy shade on his cheeks. he then retrieves the small weaved basket he had tucked in the car boot - the stereotypical picnic type - before gripping your hand once again, leading you down a small path.
it’s a small wooded area, up a slight slope, away from the concrete buildings and pollution. the moonlight weaves its way between the branches and leaves, leaving specs of silver dancing on the ground. rays highlighting the small blue flowers that sit in bundles in the foliage. it’s pretty. in fact more than that, it’s almost ethereal.
the world around you seems to glow, nature left to create its own bubble of serenity. the peace of the night only disturbed by the sound of your footsteps.
it’s a calm, however, that seems starkly contrastinf to the hammering in your chest every time you feel junmyeon’s thumb rub against the back of your palm. sure, you and junmyeon had held hands before, you had even cuddled and shared the same bed, you were best friends after all. it’s just that this felt different. felt special. it felt like something more.
you walk for only a couple minutes before reaching a clearing. it’s on the edge of the hill, surrounded by trees and seemingly secluded from the rest of the world. the only evidence of human life being the glowing lights of the city from what seems be miles away.
he lays out a blanket and places down the basket, opening it to pull out a collection of some of your favourite foods. god, he knew you well.
“how do you know about this place?” your head tilts, eyes scanning junmyeon’s features as you settle onto the picnic blanket. every soft curve of his face almost iridescent in the white glow of the moon and stars. “i just like to come here sometimes.” he responds rather simply, gaze fixated ahead. “when i want to clear my head, or need to be alone.” he continues, voice edging further into a whisper with each word.
“it’s nice.” you hum back, a small smile perched on your lips. “perfect in fact.” junmyeon gains a smile at that too. “i’m glad.”
you remain silent for a while after that, letting yourself enjoy the food and the comfort each other’s presences provided. you weren’t lying when you said it was perfect, it really was.
no one had ever done something like this for you, and you doubted anyone ever would again. it almost seemed too perfect, and somehow almost painful at the same time. to know that this was just a fake date per say and not the real thing left you with a bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t seem to get rid. but you couldn’t say anything, after all, junmyeon was just a friend.
“you didn’t have to do this, you know?” you whisper after another moment, “but i wanted to.” he responds quickly but gently back. a response that leaves a warm, fuzzy feeling growing in your chest that you can’t stop no matter how hard you try. “i know, but it’s just sad as well i guess.”
your words catch the man off guard, his head twisting in your direction, eyebrows quirked up slightly. “well it’s not real, is it?”
a silence settles once again. a quiet that’s more stiff than serene. leaving your hands sweaty and throat dry. you shouldn’t have said anything, you knew that, but you and junmyeon had always promised to tell each other the truth and that was what it was. the truth. this date wasn’t real. and that was the truth no matter how much you didn’t like it.
“i—” your best friend begins but doesn’t finish, instead shifting in his spot on the checkered fabric. “i guess.” his thumb fiddles with the ring resting on one of his fingers, “unless you want it to be.” he then mumbles, so close to a whisper that he’s not even sure you heard him, but you do. of course you do.
“do you want it to be?” you whisper out your own question in response, junmyeon letting it linger in the air before slowly nodding. his movements small but sure. “i want it to be real, if you want it be real.”
junmyeon admits and you feel yourself seemingly freeze in the moment. the truth bubbling in your throat ready to be blurted out. you couldn’t lie, you knew that, but admitting it was quite frankly scary as fuck.
“i want this to be real, i want something between us too.”
maybe you blurted out too much.
you can feel your cheeks heating with embarrassment, heart thudding so hard you’re sure it could break out of your chest at any moment.
but then he laughs, a small chuckle, a chuckle of disbelief.
it seems out of character for the junmyeon you knew but then he’s threading his fingers with yours and leaning so closely towards you that you’re not sure if anything is as you really know it. “me too.” he lets a smile pry at the corner of his mouth, face inches away from yours as his gaze flickers onto your lips. your gaze however focusing on his eyes. the way they seem to store a thousand stars and hundreds of joyf memories. the small flecs of gold running through the brown that somehow glow even at night.
“can i kiss you?” junmyeon hums and a breath catches in your throat but your head nods promptly nonetheless. the feeling of his lips against yours akin to the feeling of electricity, jolting through every nerve in your body, leaving every hair stood tall. his lips soft and so so gentle, yet somehow still emitting fireworks when you meet with them.
fuck. he was a perfect kisser too.
you pull back reluctantly, the need for air suddenly an inconvenience. you want to kiss him again, feel the electricity bolting through you once more, but instead you can’t stop this big grin taking over your features. “what?” junmyeon lets out in a breathy laugh, “nothing.” you shake your head back, letting your heart swell even more.
you copy junmyeon’s actions when he lies back on the blanket, eyes scanning the star lit sky. and you let him pull you close when he wraps an arm around your shoulder confidently.
“so, do you still hate men?” junmyeon’s head tilts with an almost cheeky grin, fingers playing with yours. you let out a breathy chuckle before shaking your head softly, “you’re an exception. the perfect one at that.”
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