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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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The Bangtan Gal Masterlist

Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!

I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.

This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments. This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

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As I planned to create this story years ago it took me months to prepare and research so I could get a good timeline. I wanted to add a lot of things like K-Con, going to school, Variety Shows, interviews, American Hustle Life, V-Lives, sasaeng fans and so on.

Profile Of Jennie

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Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee

Chapter 2- The Debut

Chapter 3- Rookie King Episode 1

Chapter 4- Rookie King Episode 2

Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter 6- Rookie King Episode 4

Chapter 7- Rookie King Episode 5

Chapter 8- Rookie King Episode 6

Chapter 9- Rookie King Episode 7

Chapter 10- Rookie King Episode 8

Chapter 11- We're Proud of You

Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter 13- Boy In Luv

Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day

Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter 17- Just One Day

Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1

Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2

Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Yoongi Fluff & Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (Yoongi Fluff!)

Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5

Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6

Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7

Chapter 25- I Found It In Big Hit

Chapter 26- BTS China Job

Chapter 27- KCON 2014

Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8

Chapter 29- Personal Trainer? (Jungkook fluff at the end!)

Chapter 30- War of Hormone (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs)

Chapter 31- You Are Special (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter 33- Mama Awards 2014 (Jungkook fluff and jealous Jungkook!)

Chapter 34- Let's Name It Iron Man (Namjoon fluff and Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 35- BTS Now

Chapter 36- My Ideal Type

Chapter 37- Running Man (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 38- I'm Lacking

Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved

Chapter 40- I Need U (Major Jungkook Fluff and Suga Fluff!)

Chapter 41- And What If I Don't? (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 42- BTS Now 2

Chapter 43- Our First Win

Chapter 44- He's Smitten (Major Jungkook Fluff & Bam Bam Fluff One of my favs!)

Chapter 45- BTS in Kota Kinabalu

Chapter 46- BTS Festa

Chapter 47- Two Different Pages (RM Fluff and Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!

Chapter 49- Distressed (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 50- Payback (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 51- Dope

Chapter 52- One Person Won't Ruin This

Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her

Chapter 54- Rekindle (MAJOR Jungkook fluff and one of my FAVS!)

Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter 56- BTS GAYO Track 1 & 2

Chapter 57- Tension Escalator (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 58- Fan Sign (some angst but ends in fluff!)

Chapter 59- ISAC 2015 Chuseok Special (one of my favs!)

Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo (MAJOR Jungkook fluff + suggestive)

Chapter 61- Tense (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 62- Protection Squad (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 63- RUN (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter 65- Karma (Fight! Flawless Victory!)

Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9

Chapter 67- BTS RUN Episodes 4-9

Chapter 68- Under The Mistletoe (Jungkook fluff! Kiss!)

Chapter 69- GAYO Daechukje & GAYO Daejejun (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 70- Jungkook's Confession (Self Explanatory! MAJOR Jungkook fluff! Almost there! My fav!!)

Chapter 71- You Are In Your Feelings

Chapter 72- You Were Worth The Wait (Start of JenKook!)

Chapter 73- It's About Time

Chapter 74- King of Masked Singer

Chapter 75- Ejected

Chapter 76- White Day (Big Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter 78- Prom (Big Jungkook fluff and smol Jungkook Smut)

Chapter 79- Meeting Shawn Mendes

Chapter 80- Taking Things A Little Further (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 81- BTS Festa 2016

Chapter 82- K-Con 2016

Chapter 83- I Need You On This

Chapter 84- BTS Bon Voyage Season 1 (Big Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 85- BTS In Dubai

Chapter 86- WINGS 8 (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 87- Wild N Out (One of my favs!)

Chapter 88- This Is Not A Drill!

Chapter 89- Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Chapter 90- Idol Parents? (Big JK Fluff)

Chapter 91- Tub Big Enough For Two (Big JK Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 92- Thank You (Big Jungkook Fluff! One of my favs!)

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unique-high · 9 months

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Project Romance

Hanbin x black girl OC

Summary: In which a boy finds himself falling in love. Or where Hanbin is part of the film and photography department and he is given the assignment to document a girl named Krystal Taylor.

SMALL PREVIEW

Krystal looked into the camera. I zoomed in on her face before zooming out. "Don't you find me boring?" she asked.

"Not at all. I walk around her with the camera capturing every bit of her. "You're the most interesting person I've ever met."

She threw her head back laughing. The sun poured into her mouth and poured over her skin making her glow. I lowered my camera to watch her with my eyes. Something about the way she laughed made my heart spark and jump. And I think then, at that very moment I had fallen in love with Krystal Taylor.

A/N: I'm not going to write this story anymore but anyone is free to have it. If you do write it please tag me I would love to read it. 😭 You can also turn this into a Hanbin x fem! Black reader. Or any idol of your choice with y/n. 🙂

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madameaug · 7 months

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3D || JJK x Black OC

Pairing: Celebrity Jungkook x Non-Celebrity Jennette

Feature: Jack Harlow

WC: 900 ish

Context: Things are going smoothly on the second day of filming for Jungkook's solo '3D' with Kentucky rapper Jack Harlow. But tempers rise when Jack takes a flirtatious approach to Jungkook's girl.

Jungkook naturally had a positive attitude. He got a full nights rest and he had a tasty American breakfast. He was on set for the second and final day of filming for his single '3D'. It would be his second solo song with the new direction and image he was launching.

Seven was just a tiny drop in the pond for the full extent he wanted. He was tired of the 'baby' and 'maknae' cape he wore for the many years he was a part of BTS. Of course, he couldn't deny the fact that he was the youngest member of the group, but he was twenty-six. He was a grown man and he was entitled to his sexuality. He wanted to express how raunchy and nasty he could be is. I mean he was in a long term relationship with his girlfriend, fans couldnt' have thought that he was just holding hands with her. They would be delusional.

Currently, Jungkook was sitting in his trailer rubbing the soft fabric of the neon pink romper Jennette was wearing. She laid down on her stomach, scrolling through her phone. Her legs were across his lap, giving unrestricted access to her plump behind. What she it lacked in size, it overcompensated in weight. Any time she walked there was a jiggle that caught Jungkook's attention.

"Bug look at this." Jennette turned showing Jungkook a video of Jack Harlow's story. "He's here." The Kentucky rapper had tagged the singer in a Instagram story showing that he had arrived on set. The diamond crusted shape of Kentucky reflecting off the sunlight.

A sequential knock on the trailer could be heard. A slight groan Jennette moved off of Jungkook allowing him to stand up fully. Opening the door Jack Harlow had a big smile on his face. He dapped Jungkook.

"What's poppin."

Jungkook returned the same enthusiasm. Using the English that he knew. He was now at a conversational level thanks to Jennette and could better articulate himself. Jennette just look at the two men conversing with each other. Unaware at the secret glances to she was receiving from Jack.

Jack immediately noticed the feminine fragrance in the trailer. The scent couldn't belong to no one other than the beauty sitting on Jungkook's leather couch. Her legs were crossed over one another, and he could see the pure white color she sported on her toes. Two gold hoop piercings hanging on each nostril, elevated her look. Baby hairs were laid, with lips dewey and glossy. Her hair was shaped like a cloud, and not in its usual protective style.

Jungkook wasn't an idiot and watched the glances Jack made behind him. He was probably just curious about who Jennette was. Thinking nothing of it, Jungkook formally introduced the pair.

"Jeanie come meet Jack. Jack this is 'Jennette', Jeanie this is Jack."

Jennette smiled with simple wave.

"Had I known there were going to be gorgeous models like her I would have gotten here earlier so I could get to know her." Jack lifted Jennette's hand bringing it to his lips.

"Oh that's not necessary." Jennette dryly laughed, pulling her hand away. Once it was behind her back, she discreetly wiped any trace of his lips on her back.

"Jeanie was it?"

"ACTUALLY it's Jennette." Jungkook stepped in the middle of the two.

Thinking fast, Jennette bawled up her face appearing to sneeze. She turned behind her before letting out the fake sneeze.

"My allergies must be acting up. Let me go blow my nose." Jennette excused herself, before leaving the trailer. Before closing the door behind her. In another moment of disrespect Jack turned his head to watch Jennette leave the trailer. He bit his lip, before tucking his hands in his pocket. He rocked on his toes, before whispering a 'damn' to himself.

Jungkook found himself outside of his body. He saw himself wrapping his hands around Jack's neck. Shaking common sense into his thick skull. How dare he make a clear pass at his girlfriend, in front of his presence. His eye twitched at the lingering thought.

It took alot for Jungkook to get out of character. Having fame at such a young age taught him how to grow thick skin and how to let some things roll of his back. He was good at picking which battles were worth fighting over. And his relationship with Jennette was always one worth fighting for.

Jennette was one of the best things to ever happen to him. He trusted her and developed a deep love for her. One day when he will be courageous enough to get down on one knee and ask her to spend the rest of her life with him. He could see the day happening any time soon. A future with Jennette was his endgame.

And collaboration be damned, Jungkook wasn't going to let Jack get away with that.

"Don't disrespect me or my girl like that." Jungkook's tone was sharp and cold. His eyes narrowing in on Jack's face. He was watching every thought cross his mind. His eyebrows furrowed, at the drastic demeanor change.

"Your girl? I was just being polite-"

"Polite? Yeah right, you were clearly flirting with her in front of me."

"I didn't know she was your girl, my bad bro."

"Damn right. Don't try that again."

Jack noted putting both of his hands up backing away slowly. Sheesh

#bts x black reader #jungkook x jennette #jungkook #bts #jungkook x blackreader #black oc #black fem reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook 3d #black kpop fans #jack harlow

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jiminscockr1ng · 2 months

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part one | part two

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catsandpens · 8 months

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You Always Had Me

Remi (fem!oc) x Reader

Remi face credit : Bada Lee

CW: wlw, fem!reader, fluff, romance, kissing

You first met Remi when you were both doing a class project together. You both became really close after a deep conversation, with Remi telling you that she’s a struggling artist “just trying to get by”. Staying by her side even after the project, you wanted to support her dream in any way possible.

As the school year went by, you quickly developed romantic feelings for Remi. You knew she was single and dated a girl before but the fear of rejection was clouding the thought of confessing to her. This kept your friendship safe which is all you wanted.

You sat on the floor of Remi’s apartment cleaning her paint brush as she worked on a new art piece. Looking up to see her quietly staring down at you, heart skipping a beat when you made eye contact. She quickly turned back around towards the painting, hoping that it wasn’t too obvious.

Remi sighed loudly in defeat and turned her chair towards you, gaining your attention immediately.

“Y/N… Do you want to go out with me, like on a date ?” Remi asked, looking down, avoiding eye contact.

“A date?” You questioned with a confused expression.

“ Yeah, I was just thinking we could go to the carnival this weekend and just have some fun. You know ?“ She laughed off.

“Umm yeah that sounds like fun, let’s do it !” Quickly agreeing, not wanting to miss this chance.

Remi nodded her head with a smile as she turned back to the painting. While you on the other hand were trying not to jump with joy.

Counting down the days on your calendar, it was finally the day for your and Remi's first date. Remi said she'd meet you at your house, so you patiently waited for her until you heard the doorbell ring. Knowing it was her, you dashed outside to greet her and head to the carnival.

The sun was down when you and Remi arrived at the carnival. A colorful range of lights hit the both of you and stood in amazement.

Remi grasped your hand and dragged you to the basketball booth, laughing. Her goal was to showcase her abilities and win a plush animal to offer to you. She tried her hardest, but you won the prize and gave it to her.

Remi spent all her energy coming close to winning you a prize, which made you both exhausted. You both sat down in a corner as you watched the other people around you focus on their activities. You see Remi look around quickly before turning her head towards you and ask.

“ Can I kiss you?”

You were too surprised to talk, so you simply nodded yes. Remi gently placed her hands on your cheek and kissed you on the lips. After the kiss, you and Remi laughed in disbelief that this was real.

“ You know I really like you, right?” Remi asked.

"Really? I could not tell ?" You cracked a joke.

Remi laughed and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead. She then rises up from the bench where you were both sitting.

“ Alright, let’s go. I still have to win you that stuffed panda.” Remi said with a determined grin.

“Aww, thanks. This time I’ll let you win.” You replied.

Remi and you both laughed as you walked to the next game booth.

#oc x reader #black reader #poc reader #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #wlw post #wlw fiction #wlw art #bada lee

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lunehong · 8 months

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Black Pirates

Prologue

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

#ateez au #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez x oc #ateez scenarios #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #kpop fanfic #fic: black pirates

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sweetestofchaos · 11 months

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Blackthorn Ch 8 | M.YG

Hate Me - Dealing with the aftermath of their engagement, the Princess takes time to better understand her emotions; while the Prince confronts his own feelings.

a/n: As always thanks to @sailoryooons for being my beta and making the banner. Minors do NOT interact with my work, please and thank you.

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Diffused sunlight filtered in through the hanji on the latticework window in the room and roused the Princess from her restless slumber. As she slowly started to wake, the events from the day before settled on her shoulders and the Princess winced as her eyes started to burn. She blinked rapidly and turned onto her side with her back towards the main door of her room. The tears streamed down her face silently and the Princess clutched a pillow tightly to her chest. Her head, temples and right in the center of her eyes throbbed nonstop. The pain was unrelenting and the Princess bit her lower lip to keep from making any sounds of distress.

The early morning light darkened outside. The rising sun now hid behind thick grey clouds and the scent of rain carried on the wind. From under the roofing of the butterfly house, Chan and Jooheon frowned as it started to rain heavily. Mingi, Aga and Hoseok cursed as the rain had interrupted their early morning sparring session.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain today,” Mingi sighed with a frown as his hair poked him in the eye.

Aga grunted in response and tossed the weapon in his hands towards Hoseok. Hoseok easily caught the weapon and watched as Aga rushed off in the direction of the butterfly house. Mingi, who was now soaked, offered to tidy up the training area since Hoseok needed to get back to the Prince before he woke. Hoseok thanked Mingi and took him up on the offer as he headed into the palace to get out of the rain. He was soaked as well, his hair was plastered to his face but he didn’t really mind. It was all part of his job.

On his way to the Prince’s chambers, Hoseok greeted Minho in the halls and the older man bowed before he hurried off, out of Hoseok’s sight. Hoseok clicked his tongue and swept his wet hair from his face before he continued on his way to the Prince’s chambers. He wasn’t surprised to see Prince Yoongi standing by an open window in nothing but a loose pair of dark gray trousers and a red kimono robe with gold larch flowers embroidered on the fabric.

The Prince’s blond hair hung nearly at the middle of his back and Hoseok took notice. By now the rain came down in droplets the size of cherries and the gray overcast turned into a murky smoke color. A thick layer of fog rolled over the land and settled around the palace. Hoseok squared his shoulders and stepped farther into the room. He stood beside the Prince and watched as the fog seemed to devour everything it touched.

“Do you bring news of the Princess?”

Hoseok kept his focus outside of the window as he clasped his hands behind his back.

“The Princess dismissed everyone last night after she asked to be alone. Aga stood guard with Jooheon to follow the Princess’ request.” Hoseok sighed as he spoke, he knew this information would upset the Prince. “Mingi spoke with the Princess last night as an ear-”

“Does she hate me as much as I hate myself?”

Hoseok whipped his head to the side to gaze at his friend and Prince Yoongi’s face was twisted in anguish. His lips were downturned and his eyes were dull and muddled with a layer of unshed tears. This was the face of a man deeply hurt and betrayed. Hoseok reached out and placed a hand on the back of Prince Yoongi’s neck in comfort.

“Yoongi-”

Prince Yoongi held up his hand as he silenced Hoseok and turned away from the window. “You’re dismissed, Lieutenant.”

Hoseok pressed his lips in a firm line and bowed deeply, “As you wish, your Highness…”

Hoseok left the Prince’s chambers and clicked his tongue as he thought back to the sorrow on his friend’s face. He understood the inner workings of the palace, Hoseok wasn’t an idiot. Power plays were a must to secure a better future for those next in line. However, he couldn’t shake the image of the Prince’s sullen face from his mind. What price had been paid for the future?

A loud crash sounded from behind the door and Hoseok waved off the guards as their hands went right to the hilt of the swords.

“Give his Highness...privacy. Call me if the situation becomes dire.” Hoseok inhaled deeply and racked his neck before he walked off in the direction of Seokjin’s office. He hoped his friend would be able to shed more light on the situation at hand.

In the Prince’s chambers, Prince Yoongi paced back and forth as he chewed on the bitten skin of his thumb. His other hand was tangled tightly in his hair and his vision was blurring as he replayed the events of the day prior. There was no way that Princess Keena did not hate him and he couldn’t find fault in her feelings. It pained the Prince to think of that sweet smile and bell-like laughter that he grew so fond of becoming a distant memory. Would the Princess forbid him from ever seeing her again? Would their last moments together be a sunny and clear picture ruined by the water of fallen tears?

Prince Yoongi grabbed the closest thing to him - a vase full of cherry blossoms - and threw it in the direction that Hoseok had walked. The vase crashed against the main doors to his chambers and Prince Yoongi shouted, the ragged and watery sound morphed into something much more smokey and submerged as it tapered off into a roar.

Black patches of scales started to form on the Prince’s body and his nails elongated, no longer blunt but razor sharp. The Prince clenched his teeth and hissed as the sudden fangs pierced his tongue. The metallic taste of blood was a welcomed flavor and Prince Yoongi licked along his teeth with a twisted smirk on his scaly face. Agust hadn’t come to the surface. The Prince had full control of his emotions, but Agust did lend the Prince more of his rage to physically show that the Prince himself was more than distraught.

Confront them!

Agust’s voice was loud, so very loud as it echoed in the Prince’s mind. As the Prince’s animal spirit, Agust was tasked with protecting the hatchling. The Prince’s rage was Agust’s rage and he wanted the Prince to make his displeasure known; more than anything he wanted to see the carnage of the Prince’s fury.

Confront them!

Prince Yoongi caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror and he stood frozen. Golden eyes glared at him as he flinched at the mere sight of himself. Agust was right, Prince Yoongi needed to confront his parents but not like this…not with Agust so close to the surface. Agust hissed deep within the Prince’s soul and sneered as he poked at the open wound that grew on the Prince’s heart. He pointed out the Prince’s weakness and laughed mockingly as he wrapped his black claws around the Prince’s heart. They dug deep into the bruised and battered muscle and the Prince winced.

They lied! You are nothing but a pawn. Confront them!

In the butterfly house, Princess Keena sat dressed in a dark grey kaftan made of muslin cloth. The v-neck of the robe was lined by thin braided fabric that went over the shoulders and hung loosely from the ends of the wide half sleeves. The dress covered the Princess’ feet as she sat curled in on herself once again outside on the engawa. The rain showed no sign of stopping for the day and the Princess sighed. Her gaze turned towards the sky and she imagined herself sitting on the back of a cape teal duck on her way back to her homeland. Her lower lip started to tremble and the Princess shook her head.

She refused to cry again, her whole face hurt from her tears and the skin had been rubbed raw from all the wiping. The handmaidens had come by the Princess’ room with food and she turned them away. The knot in her stomach wouldn’t allow for food. Princess Keena closed her eyes and silent tears fell against her will as she failed to recall the happiness she had felt when she first arrived in the Min empire. Chan walked a lap around the home and he bowed low to the Princess who hadn’t seemed to see him. He took in the Princess’ ragged appearance, her face was swollen and her eyes were glossy; Chan frowned.

“Excuse me, Princess?” Chan called softly so that he wouldn’t startle the young woman.

Princess Keena’s eyes found Chan’s and he noticed a silver ring around the brown of her irises.

“Would you care to take a walk through the grounds? I passed Namjoon in my rounds. I am sure he would enjoy showing you the beauty of the butterfly house.”

Princess Keena blinked slowly as Chan’s words rattled around her mind. They were jumbled and watered down but after a moment they became clear and the Princess stared at Chan silently. Was this the first time he had spoken to her? Princess Keena took in his long midnight blue hair that was always pulled off his forehead and out of his face that exposed his cider brown eyes. Chan’s face was pleasant to look at with a wide nose and thick, mauve lips. He was strong and capable, with wide shoulders and a tapered waist. Princess Keena found herself nodding her head at Chan’s words. Chan smiled, a closed mouth grin that didn’t reach his eyes, but was friendly nonetheless.

“Please prepare yourself and I will fetch Namjoon.” Chan bowed once more and headed off in the direction that he last saw Namjoon.

Princess Kenna rubbed at her eyes and hissed as she irritated the tender skin. She rose to her feet and stepped back inside of her room, sliding the door closed for privacy. Most of her clothing was located in another room, but her handmaidens were smart enough to keep a few simple pieces of clothing close by. The Princess pulled on a thick robe to keep the chill of the rain from bothering her. It was a plain navy colored robe with silver angelfish and storks embroidered onto the fabric. The sleeves were long and hung past the Princess’ fingers, reaching mid thigh with a thick silver silk band around the hemming. Slowly the Princess slipped her feet into a pair of navy shoes and she pinned her hair into a bun at the back of her head.

Princess Keena didn’t bother with jewelry nor did she ask her handmaids to help her get ready for her walk with Namjoon. There was no makeup or extravagant hair ornaments. Once ready for the walk, Princess Keena made her way to step back outside through the door but Namjoon’s presence was announced from the door that led into her room. Princess Keena allowed for Hyejin to enter her room and Hyejin said nothing as she beckoned for the Princess to follow her to the main foyer of the butterfly house. At the main entrance of the butterfly house, Namjoon stood with two parasols in his hands. His light blue hair was pulled out of his face and tied into a high ponytail while the outfit he wore was simple, much like the Princess’.

Namjoon wore black hakama pants, a black nagajuban with a dark grey kimono over it that had large navy flowers patterned on it and white matching flowers stitched along the hem. His obi - belt - was dark grey with the same navy flowers. Namjoon smiled softly and bowed when he saw the Princess and she bowed her head.

“The weather is a little fickle today, so please accept this-” Namjoon offered the Princess one of the parasols, “and enjoy the tour around your new accommodations.”

Princess Keena stared at Namjoon and her lips twisted into a scowl. “Is this extravagant prison supposed to smother the flames of my ire?”

Namjoon’s eyes widened at the Princess’ words and Yongsun stepped in. “Mind your words, Princess.”

The Princess narrowed her eyes at Yongsun but kept silent. She took the proffered parasol and walked out the front door silently. Mingi and Minho both straightened up at the sight of the Princess and she paid them no mind as she stepped into the rain. Namjoon and Yongsun shared a look before Namjoon cleared his throat, bowed and hurried after the Princess.

“Princess, if it would please you…I would like to show you the main garden and then show you the rest of the structure.”

The Princess nodded her head and remained silent as Namjoon led her to the center of the courtyard. There in the corner sat a garden of bamboo surrounded by snapdragons, azaleas, lupines and rock cress. There was a small stone path that led to the garden and broke off in another direction that led to a stone garden in the center of a koi pond. It was beautiful, the bright flowers stood strong in the rain and Namjoon noticed that the rain had lessened a little.

“If you would like to add or remove any of the flowers, please do not hesitate to ask, Princess.” Namjoon watched as the Princess knelt down and ran her fingers over the petals of a dark blue lupine.

“My mother loves lupine…” The Princess stared at the flowers and the frown on her face slowly started to melt away. “When I was younger, my mother snuck us out of the palace and she took me to visit a friend of hers from her childhood. They owned a lupine field and I ran through those flowers for hours.”

Princess Keena slowly pulled her hand away from the flowers. “My mother chased me and we played hide and seek…it was one of the happiest days of my life.” Princess Keena stood to her full height and didn’t take her eyes off the flowers. “I have woken up to lupine flowers at my bedside everyday since then.”

Princess Keena turned to Namjoon with tears gathered at the corner of her eyes and she smiled as her bottom lip trembled. “I forgot how beautiful they were.”

Namjoon stepped forwards and bent at the knee. He carefully plucked a lupine from the bunch and stood before the Princess. “May I?” Tears fell from the Princess’ eyes as she nodded her head and Namjoon gently tucked the flower into her hair. The dark blue petals glowed against the Princess’ skin and Namjoon cupped her cheek lightly before he thumbed away her tears. “I cannot tell which is the flower.”

Minho rolled his eyes at Namjoon’s words and Mingi coughed loudly to cover his laugh. Princess Keena shook her head and Namjoon pulled his hand from her face with a wink.

“Is that one of the royal gardener's best lines?” The Princess teased and Namjoon threw his head back with a laugh.

“So far it has only worked on one person.”

Princess Keena’s smile was teasing as she patted Namjoon’s chest. “I think I would like to meet the person that worked on.”

Namjoon’s face heated for a moment and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I think the two of you would become good friends. He should be here within a fortnight to start on artwork within your home.”

“You are in love with an artist?”

Namjoon toed at the stones underneath his shoes and smiled shyly, his dimples out for everyone to see.

“May I know this mystery artist's name?”

Namjoon nodded his head and cleared his throat, “Jungkook…Jeon Jungkook.”

The Princess smiled and motioned for Namjoon to continue the tour of the butterfly house. As they put some distance between Minho and Mingi, the Princess glanced at Namjoon and looked around the rest of the garden.

“You are different from when we first met Kim Namjoon. You have a gentle and powerful soul within…”

Namjoon nearly tripped over his own two feet at the Princess’ words and she was quick to grab hold of his arm to keep him upright. Namjoon looked at the Princess and his eyes flashed a striking forest green before they changed back to their warm brown. Princess Keena smiled and Namjoon stared at her with wide eyes.

“I’m an impundulu, one of the most powerful beings that has ever lived…I know when I am in the presence of an old soul.” Princess Keena glanced over her shoulder to make sure that Mingi and Minho were far enough away to speak. “You have nothing to fear from me, Namjoon. I will keep your secret and honor your wishes, whatever they may be.”

Namjoon squinted his eyes in thought and raised a single eyebrow. “Can you call off the rain? You’re drowning my seedlings.”

The Princess laughed for the first time since yesterday and the rain slowly lightened up and it stopped once they were back in front of the butterfly house. The sky above was a faint blue with soft white clouds scattered all over. Namjoon grinned and bumped his elbow into the Princess’ arm before he spoke up once more.

“Let me properly show you the butterfly house, Princess.” Namjoon offered his arm and Princess Keena placed her hand on Namjoon’s lower bicep.

“Thank you, Namjoon…I missed the blue sky.”

In the innermost walls of the palace, Emperor and Empress Min sat once again in a room before their friends and allies in the Escistan kingdom. Queen Tiali and King Baasi’s forms were clear with a faint glow as they were shown with the sight gem. Empress Min sat with her hands in her lap and a tight smile on her face. The war with the west had started earlier than what was planned for. The west struck fast in the night once they caught wind of the Min Empire sending aid and support. Two of the Princes of Escistan had gone to fight while the oldest and youngest princes stayed behind to help with royal affairs and train with the rearguard.

“What aid do you require from us?” Emperor Min questioned as he watched the youthfulness in his friend’s eyes dim.

“For now our defenses will hold until more troops arrive. It was ignorant of me to assume the west would not act once news reached them of our alliance.” King Baasi frowned as he spoke and Queen Tiali grabbed hold of his hand.

“No, no,” Emperor Min spoke up with a shake of his head. “This fault lies with us. It seems we have an enemy within our walls.”

The silence that followed the Emperor’s admittance was louder than any sound.

“How is Keena? Have you given her the good news?” Queen Tiali spoke up to change the subject to a lighter matter and the expressions on the Emperor and Empress’ faces were less than pleasant.

Empress Min fisted her hands in her lap and cleared her throat before she spoke clearly. “The Princess excused herself before we were able to fully explain the betrothment-”

“Our son, the Prince as well, ran off soon after,” Emperor Min huffed as he sulked and Empress Min sighed.

“Give them time to adjust, they are still young after all.”

“Yes, I am sure with time they will grow to love each other.”

The King and Queen of Escistan offered their friend’s a smile and Empress Min nodded her head.

“Do not fret over this minor setback, my friends. As you said they are young. I am confident that this will not keep them apart.” Empress Min held up her hand to pause the conversation as a knock sounded throughout the room.

The door opened and the Empress noticed that the guard who entered was from the Prince’s section of the palace. He whispered into Emperor Min’s ear, bowed and left the room silently. Emperor Min scratched at the tip of his nose and his copper eyes glowed that familiar molton brown.

“We will reconvene at another time. I apologize for ending this meeting abruptly but the Prince has requested an audience with us.”

“Yes, yes. Go and speak with your son, Chungho. Please give our warmest wishes to the Princess.” King Baasi bowed his head and his image quickly faded away.

Empress Eunkyung watched as her husband slumped in his seat and rubbed at his temples.

“What is it that our son wishes to speak to us about?”

Emperor Min’s laugh was bitter and he slowly rose to his feet. “Our son is currently rampaging through the palace halls demanding our presence in the throne room.”

Empress Eunkyung’s lips twitched as the sudden memory of the Prince in his early toddler years ran amok through the palace in search of his parents. At that time the Prince had fallen from a tree and refused anyone’s aid unless it was his mother or father. Empress Min stood from her seat and held out her hand towards her husband.

“Let us not keep our son waiting much longer.”

Hoseok was pulled from his discussion with Seokjin by a frantic looking guard. He looked ready to keel over as he stumbled over his words and he wasn’t even half way finished when Hoseok took off running towards the throne room with Seokjin right behind him. They arrived in front of the throne room just before the Prince and Hoseok intercepted him.

“Your Highness? W-What are you doing? You are not dress-”

“Where are they?” Prince Yoongi’s voice was coarse, hardened into sharp weapons possibly aimed at the wrong people.

“Your Highness, why don’t we get back to your cham-”

Prince Yoongi snarled as Seokjin stepped up beside Hoseok and blocked his way to the throne room.

“If you don’t want your head removed from your shoulders I suggest you stand down,” the Prince glared at his two friends and they both frowned. “Now!”

Seokjin flinched at the mere volume of the Prince’s voice while Hoseok stood his ground.

“Stand down, Lieutenant Jung.”

Hoseok’s eyes flashed a smoldering ember for a brief moment before he closed them and inhaled deeply. Hoseok slapped a smile on his face and placed his hands on the Prince’s shoulders. “Now, now your Highness. You cannot hold an audience with the Emperor and Empress looking like this.” Hoseok jerked his head towards Seokjin and the older man stared at the two confused. Hoseok pressed his lips into a tight line and begged for Seokjin to help him with his eyes while the Prince stared at Hoseok unimpressed.

“Oh! Y-Yes, Her Majesty would have our heads if she saw you in such a state of undress, your Highness.” Seokjin quickly stepped forward and pulled the front of the Prince’s robe closed before he tied the belt neatly around the Prince’s waist. As the Prince stood still, Seokjin stepped behind him and combed his fingers through Prince Yoongi’s hair before he plucked the silver hair pin from his own hair and twisted the Prince’s hair into a messy topknot. Seokjin pinned the hair in place and stepped back around, his own brown hair hung around his shoulders while the Prince looked more put together before them.

Seokjin glanced over the Prince’s appearance and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the Prince’s bare feet, his toenails were pitch black and jutted out in sharp points. Hoseok followed Seokjin’s line of sight and he snorted, “Your Highness…can you put your claws away? I would like for my shoes to be returned in their pristine condition.”

Prince Yoongi glanced down at his feet and huffed, a black plume of smoke fell to the ground around his feet. “Keep your shoes, Hoseok.”

“Oh, it’s Hoseok now, is it?”

Prince Yoongi glared and Hoseok grinned. “Yes, I know, silence.” Hoseok mimed zipping his mouth shut and he playfully tucked the key away into Seokjin’s robes.

The doors to the throne room opened and Hoseok’s smile dropped while Seokjin stepped back away from the Prince.

“Mind your temper, your Highness…we will be right here when all is said and done.” Seokjin offered a smile and the Prince nodded his head once before he waited for Hoseok to step aside.

Prince Yoongi held his head high as he walked into the throne room and the door closed behind him with a soft thud. Emperor Chungho and Empress Eunkyung sat beside each other in their respective seats and watched as the Prince walked up the carpeted aisle. Prince Yoongi stood before his parents and refused to bow his head as he glared at them both. Empress Eunkyung cleared her throat gently and stared down at the Prince.

“You requested an audience and you have our attention. What is it that you wish to discuss?”

Prince Yoongi clenched his hands into fist at his sides, his nails dug into his skin and drew blood as he licked over the fangs in his mouth. Emperor Chungho scratched the tip of his nose and rested his chin on top of his knuckles as he clicked his tongue to gain his son’s attention.

“Is this about the arrangement between our empire and the Escistan kingdom?”

Prince Yoongi scoffed, “Arrangement? That’s what you are calling it?”

“We all have a duty to the Empire, Yoongi. As the first and only Prince, you are no different,” Emperor Min spoke with a firm voice and Empress Min scowled.

“Yoongi-”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The Prince looked between his parents and they both faltered at his question. “All this time, you - you knew and, and you said nothing….” Prince Yoongi scratched at the scales on his neck, his golden eyes narrowed at the silence.

“My sweet boy, it was never a secret we meant to keep from you,” Empress Min stressed and Prince Yoongi shook his head.

“That’s a lie-”

“Yoongi, we did not lie to you.” Emperor Min stepped in and motioned between himself and his wife. “Why don’t we discuss this elsewhere?”

"Discuss what?!” Prince Yoongi’s voice rose and broke as his eyes burned bright. “You lied to me a-all this time. You lied to me!"

Empress Min stood from her seat and the Emperor was quick to grab her wrist and hold her in place while the Prince started to fall apart before them.

"S-She hates me and I have done nothing wrong!” Tears welled in the Prince’s eyes and the tip of his nose started to flush scarlet as he struggled to even look at his parents. “I am not the one at fault!"

“I am sure the Princess does not hate you,” Emperor Min spoke slowly as he stood and placed himself in front of his wife. “Give the Princess time and she will come around, I promise you.”

The laugh that spilled from the Prince’s lips was venomous as he dug his nails into his hair and pulled. The pin from Seokjin clattered to the floor and the Prince’s long blond hair flowed down his back, bright spots of red streaked throughout. "She has my heart!” The Prince’s words stung and clawed at his throat as he stumbled forward towards his parents. “I-I gave her every piece of me in our letters and she hates me!”

The Prince stood at the bottom of the steps in front of his parents and he glared, as the unshed tears in his eyes started to stream down his face silently. “Not you-” he pointed one long clawed finger at his father and mother and the blood from the cuts in his palm splattered at their feet. “-Not the people who ruined whatever chance we could have had together.”

“Oh, Yoongi…” Empress Min’s own eyes started to burn with tears and she squeezed her husband’s arm.

“She hates me…” Prince Yoongi’s voice broke into a watery whisper submerged in a never ending sea that waded between grief and self loathing. “A-and I love her still."

Empress Min pushed her husband from in front of her and rushed down the steps. She threw her arms around the Prince’s shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. Prince Yoongi stood frozen as the tears from his mother soaked into his kimono and damped his skin. Emperor Min watched from the top of the steps as his wife fussed over their son, she cupped his face in her hands and pressed their foreheads together as she spoke.

“I wanted the feelings between you and the Princess to grow and form organically,” Empress Min admitted softly as she sniffled. “I never wanted to hurt either of you and for causing such damage, I am forever at fault.”

Slowly, the Prince raised his arms and hugged his mother gently, the blood on his hands stained her robes but she didn’t care as she allowed for her son to sob into her shoulder. Empress Min shushed the Prince and ran her hand through his hair as he cried. Emperor Min sighed and plopped down on the steps, he winced as his head started to pound and rubbed at his temples.

“She hates me,” the Prince mumbled into the Empress’ shoulder and she shook her head.

“No, no, my sweet hatchling. The Princess does not hate you…I am sure her anger is pointed at us as well as her own parents.” Empress Min pulled the Prince out at arms length and smiled softly. “Give her time and she will come to terms with it all, even just a little. The Princess is in a unfamiliar land for what she thought would be a short trip…and now-”

“She’ll feel trapped here, won’t see?” Prince Yoongi asked and pouted as the Empress wiped at his face with the sleeves of her robe. Again the Empress was reminded of the sweet child that would pull at the ends of her skirts and whine with chubby cheeks for sweets.

“If I remember correctly there was word that a seventh garden was added to the grounds and it had been completed.” The Emperor’s voice flouted from behind the Empress and the Prince nodded his head slowly. He understood what his father had meant and the Prince pulled away from Empress Min.

Prince Yoongi cleared his throat and picked up the silver hair pin from the floor. Empress Min took the pin and easily styled the Prince’s hair into a neat bun that sat in the middle of his head.

“Use the secret route, go back to your chambers and clean yourself up. You will join us for supper tonight.”

Prince Yoongi bowed to the Empress and cleared his throat, “Sorry for yelling at you both.”

Empress Min smiled and tapped the tip of the Prince’s nose with her index finger. “There is nothing to apologize for. Your feelings are valid and you were heard.”

Prince Yoongi bowed once more before he left and disappeared within the shadows.

In the morning after the audience with his parents, news of the Prince’s engagement to the Princess spread throughout the palace and was stopped at the palace gates. No one outside of the palace was permitted to know of the engagement until it was publicly announced for the safety of the Princess. In a subtle and silent protest to the engagement, the Princess refused to wear anything other than her boubou, dashiki, and kaftan. The colorful hanboks, hanfus, and kimonos were ignored and stored away out of the sight of the Princess. The gifts from the Prince were stored away in the chest they were received in and the night the Princess removed the golden rings from her fingers, she cried herself to sleep.

The Princess was to resume her lessons at once and she welcomed the distraction. The tutors were to come to the butterfly house and the Princess would let them occupy her time and mind with new and old knowledge. As the First Princess to the Min Empire, the lessons were altered to reflect Princess Keena’s new standing and title. The Princess ignored anyone who referred to her as the First Princess and she forbade the royal bloodline of the Min empire to enter the gates of her dwelling place. The Emperor and Empress allowed for the Princess to have her way and they kept it to themselves that the Princess had been moved outside of the palace into her own estate.

Empress Min knew that once Prince Yoongi was aware of the butterfly house, he would drop his princely duties and try to find a way into the home of the Princess.

Today was the first day that the Princess’ lessons would resume and Princess Keena was woken up early to eat and get ready for the day. Byulyi and Hyejin dressed the Princess in a pale orange buba made of linen with the matching pale orange iro - wrapped skirt - with soft red and yellow undertones mixed into the flowered embroidery. A cream colored lace pele that had tiny golden woven tassels that hung two inches off the hem pulled the Princess’ outfit together as the finishing touch.

Wheein was tasked with styling the Princess’ hair and she took her time as she braided six medium sized braids and then wrapped them into bantu knots in equal sections on the Princess’ head. She then added golden clips that dangled with orange tourmaline and amber jewels to the large knots. Princess Keena sat quietly as Wheein and Hyejin poked thick golden jhumka - bell shaped with suspended beads that jingle - earrings into her lobes and paired the earrings with layered gold necklaces in different lengths and thickness. Thick gold rings with rutilated quartz, green amethyst, and scales made of diamond adored the Princess’ fingers, the index finger on her right hand remained bare while beaded and golden chain cuffed bracelets hugged her wrists.

Yongsun soon appeared with the Princess’ meal in tow behind her and she watched as other maids set small trays down on the table. The meal was plentiful. Rice porridge, red bean sweet cakes, a fruit medley, fried tofu, sausage links and meat dumplings with a cucumber salad and pickled bean sprouts on the side. While the Princess ate her breakfast, Yongsun made sure that the lesson room was properly prepared for each tutor. The room itself was decorated in calm and soft colors that were meant to provoke the feelings of trust and security. Beige, light grey and cream tones filled the room while dark wooden furniture added to the depth.

A settee was pushed up against the farthest wall, a large oversized persian rug rested on the floor while two chabudai tables sat low on the floor with pale yellow zabuton cushions around them. Four prairie style chandeliers hung from the ceiling with sunstones inside that casted the room on a warm yellow glow while tulips in the early shades of dawn rested in beautifully decorated vases in the corners of the room.

Outside of the Princess’ room, Mingi stood at attention as he waited patiently for the Princess to start her lessons. Aga had to train the troops and he gave Mingi the task of watching over the Princess in his absence while Minho patrolled the outer perimeter of the home. Jooheon stood at the main gate with a new guard, Kai, by his side. Kai was a descendant of the great dire wolves, a halfling with short green hair, cropped close on the sides, rose red eyes, tan skin and a teasing smile that often showed his silver fangs.

Chan showed two more new guards, Wonho and San, around the inner walls of the butterfly house. Wonho was a halfling born of a mountain dwarf and came with his younger cousin Jooheon to the Min Empire at a young age. He had short black hair that hung in front of pale green eyes, pale skin covered his large muscular body and his smile was charming and wide. San was a kitsune with unique hair, it was all back with snow white bangs that contrasted his honey calcite eyes. His features were fox like and sharp, his skin was warmer than most in the Min Empire and his smile was surprisingly childlike.

The new guards were strong, competent and held a lot of promise for protecting the Princess. Aga and Hoseok spent time together and handpicked the new guards to ensure that the Princess would be protected at all times, no matter the situation.

A familiar figure stood by the front gates of the butterfly house and Jooheon watched as Kai questioned the tutor, excessively. Jooheon stepped in and pulled Kai to his side and he bowed his head to the tutor. “Welcome to the butterfly house, Lady Zarrin.”

Inside of the butterfly house, Mingi led the Princess to the tutoring room and he entered the room first, his green eyes gleamed as he searched for any hidden threat. The Princess entered silently behind him and was surprised to see that Zarrin was already in the room. At the sight of the Princess, Zarrin rose to her feet and bowed deeply, the brown and yellow two piece trouser outfit that she wore covered almost every inch of her skin, with a soft crew neckline to the tunic. The contrast in colors was stark against her grey skin and the Princess wondered if Zarrin cared at all.

“Good morning to you, Your Highness. I hope you slept well last night.”

“Good morning to you, Zarrin. I slept well, thank you.”

Zarrin smiled her sharp toothed grin and motioned for the Princess to take a seat across from her.

“Today I thought we would pick up from where we left off but first I would like to see what you remember and answer any questions that you might have.”

The Princess nodded her head and swept up her skirt before she lowered herself onto the floor across from Zarrin. Mingi rested against the wall and kept his eyes trained on the door and windows in the room. Princess Keena and Zarrin went back and forth during the lesson and their time together passed in the blink of an eye. Mingi watched as Wen entered the room next in a colorful hanfu with bright yellows, bold blues and radiant reds. His snow white hair was blinding as he greeted the Princess with a low bow and sat across from her. His robes fluttered around him as Wen spoke with his hands, his red nails glimmered in the natural light that spilled into the room.

The Princess was having a small break in between her next lesson and she stood up to stretch her legs. She stood by the window and bowed her head when Chan walked passed with two unknown faces beside him. Princess Keena turned her attention to Mingi and waved him over. “Who are the men with Chan? I’ve never seen them before.”

Mingi glanced at the two men that were following Chan and he tried to recall their names. “Aga thought it best to increase our security. We now have eight guards, including myself and two more will join us at a later time. They are currently outside of the palace walls,” Mingi explained as he watched the two men disappear farther out of sight.

“The man with the bulging muscles is Wonho, he is a halfling born from a human and mountain dwarf. He is also the older cousin of Jooheon. The other man is San, he is a kitsune.”

Princess Keena’s head whipped around to face Mingi and she stared at him with wide eyes, “A kitsune? I-I thought they were a tribe in the southeast that never left their land.”

Mingi frowned and hummed in agreement, the Princess wasn’t wrong. “San’s parents gave him away when he was a child. They wanted him to have a better life and it was forbidden to leave the village. A group of traveling merchants passed through the village and his parents snuck him in the caravan.”

Princess Keena bit the inside of her cheek and watched as San’s black hair vanished from view as he turned a corner. She wondered how he ended up here in the Min empire as a royal guard and if he missed his family. Was he tricked into joining the travelers like she was tricked into coming to the palace?

“Mingi?”

“Yes, your Highness?”

“Do you think he feels lonely?”

The question hung in the air between them and Mingi crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the window frame. Princess Keena looked away to stare out the window and watched as a small white butterfly landed on one of the snapdragons outside.

“Do you feel lonely?” Mingi watched as the Princess’ shoulders tensed at his question and her jaw clenched as she wrapped her arms around her chest to hug herself.

"Pi bon poukont ou pase nan move konpayi." Princess Keena mumbled under her breath and slowly uncrossed her arms with a tight smile. She patted Mingi’s chest and walked over to the chabudai table without a second glance as she sat down. “Who would feel lonely with you by their side?”

Mingi raised an eyebrow and before he could respond, there was a soft knock at the door and in walked the human and elf couple, Kwangseon and Ellarian with bright smiles on their faces as they bowed low to the Princess.

“You look as beautiful as ever, Princess Keena!” Kwangseon pulled his instruments into the room as he spoke and Princess Keena smiled as she bowed her head.

“Thank you for coming today. I apologize for the change of location,” Princess Keena spoke as the couple started to set up the instruments.

Ellarian waved off the Princess’ words and shook her head. “Nonsense, your Highness. Your safety is of the utmost importance. Besides, this one-” Ellarian jabbed her thumb over her shoulder at her husband. “-could use a few extra steps in his day to day routine.”

Kwangseon swatted at his wife and the Princess giggled behind her hand as she watched the couple playfully bicker with each other. Mingi moved to take his post back against the wall and Kwangseon stopped him.

“Hey, no! You are going to help us.” Kwangseon sat on the floor and pulled a drum into his lap. “Can you foxtrot?”

Mingi stared at the short and stocky man with wide eyes. He wanted him to dance with the Princess? What was a foxtrot? Mingi must have looked like a deer caught in a hunter’s trap because Ellarian shook her head with a laugh and offered her hand to the Princess. “Ignore my husband. He forgets that not everyone in the palace is skilled in dance like me.”

Princess Keena got to her feet and Ellarian instructed her to hold onto the ends of her skirt with one hand. “This will keep your feet visible and the movement of the skirt will add flare to the dance steps. Now…”

Princess Keena followed Ellarian’s instructions and the lesson went on for a little over an hour. The couple gave the Princess music to study before they departed for the day. Princess Keena graciously accepted the tea that Hyejin carried in and she whispered with Mingi to learn how the Princess’ lessons were going. The Princess excused herself from the room and Hyejin led her to the restroom. Alone in the room, the Princess washed her hands once she was finished and stared at her reflection in the large mirror that hung on the wall. The smile on her face was tight and forced, but still pleasant enough to not have anyone questioning her state of mind.

Once the Princess stepped back out into the hall, she followed Hyejin to the lesson room and thanked the woman before she stepped back inside. Mingi bowed his head and the Princess sat down at the chabudai once again.

“What is my next lesson, Mingi?”

“You will meet the last three of your tutors today. History is next and his Majesty has requested one of the finest to tutor you.”

The Princess nodded her head and fiddled with her earrings as she waited for the next person to enter the room. When the door slid open, Princess Keena rose to her feet before she turned around with another practiced smile on her face. Princess Keena stared unblinking as a rather large tortoise walked into the room on two thick, stocky and heavily scaled legs. The tortoise stood well over six feet, the Princess thought he was at least seven or so feet. His tawny colored skin looked rough and he was covered by a simple forest green tunic that wrapped around one of his large shoulders.

His eyes were a deep green with flecks of blue and gold; it reminded the Princess of a hidden oasis in the middle of a forest.

Princess Keena bowed her head and the tortoise spoke, his voice deep and brittle with his age, “I am Tempus, druid of the Wonnip tribe from a time long forgotten. It is an honor to assist one of the great impundulu.”

Princess Keena crossed her arms over her chest and gave Tempus a proper Escistan greeting to which the great tortoise made a happy grumble in the back of his throat.

“Please, have a seat, your Highness. I would like to learn what you know of the Min empire’s history. Once I have a gauge of your knowledge, we will move accordingly as I see best.” Tempus walked across the room and sat across from the Princess. His large form towered over the Princess and his eyes glimmered in the lighting of the room. “I believe that history is a story best told when its linear timeline is parallel to ours.”

Tempus waved one of his large webbed hands and a green orb started to form. As it grew in size, the Princess watched with bated breath to see what the orb would hold inside. The orb started to harden and rested in Tempus’ hand, clear as crystal and no larger than a honeydew melon.

“This-” Tempus lowered the orb onto the table between them and it rolled towards the Princess, “is nothing more than crystallized moisture from the air around us. As you can see, it is clear with no traces of impurities.”

Princess Keena reaches out and touches the orb, it is colder than she thought it would be but smooth and slightly heavy as she picks it up.

“History is what people make of it. No two tellings will be the same, much like the orb you hold in your hand. I can make it again but it will be slightly different, maybe not as large or not as clear.”

“How can one teach history if there are two sides to every story?” Princess Keena quipped as she placed the orb back onto the table.

Tempus laughed and bobbed his head up and down as he grinned, all gums and not teeth. “Exactly! That is what makes history so fascinating!” Tempus crossed his arms over his hardened chest and his eyes sparkled as he stared at the Princess. “What I will teach you is everything I have gathered from across the world. I have heard and seen many, many events of the past and yet, history continues to repeat itself. The world continues to grow and move backwards simultaneously.”

The Princess’ eyes flash a murky silver and Tempus closes his eyes with a deep hum. “Tell me, your Highness…what do you know about your own history? The story of the lighting birds?”

“The impundulu was around long before humans came to be. They lived in harmony with dragons in the sky and gave those on land the water that maintained their crops in times of need.”

“What else?” Tempus slowly opened his eyes and tilted his head to the side as he stared down at the Princess. “Do not quote the scribbles of man that you read from a book. What has the spirit inside shared with you?”

“The spirit? Ceyeh has not shared much with me.”

Tempus uncrossed his arms and stood from his seat. The Princess watched as the tortoise moved around the room and grabbed a few books and scrolls from a set of shelves on the wall.

“You have much to learn my dear.”

Princess Keena listened to every word that Tempus spoke, she wrote down subjects, stories and words that she did not understand fully and eagerly asked questions. Tempus took his time as he introduced the Min empire to the Princess. Their history was vast and went back thousands of years in the past. Soon Tempus started to clean up and the Princess was ready for her next lesson.

After Tempus left the room, Mingi announced that it was time for the Princess to have lunch and she chose to have her meal outside in the courtyard. A soup with tandoori momos, dan dan noodles, hard boiled eggs, mushrooms, leeks, cabbage and a curry coconut broth was the main dish with kimchi, sauteed green beans and tuna poke on the side. An individual portion of flan with fresh raspberries and cream was for dessert and it made the Princess smile. Flan was dessert from Escistan that she did not know she had missed.

The weather was beautiful, the sun shined brightly in the ocean blue sky and thick white clouds passed by slowly. Princess Keena sat alone while Mingi and Byulyi both stood a reasonable distance away. The Princess watched as four butterflies made themselves comfortable on the flowers around her and she inhaled deeply. The floral scent was strong but not overpowering, the Princess enjoyed the mixture of sweetness that settled in her chest.

Princess Keena enjoyed her meal in silence as she allowed for her thoughts to run away from her. Tempus’ words as well as Zarrin from their first lesson swirled in the Princess’ mind and she stared into the pool of water before her. What was her history? Why did it seem like such an important thing to know? History repeats itself, the good and the bad and the Princess wondered if maybe, just maybe Ceyeh had been placed in the same kind of situation before in a different lifetime.

“Beautiful weather today.”

Princess Keena turned her head at the sound of the voice and was overwhelmed by the green, pink and cream hanfu that Saina wore. The colors were vibrant and stood out against her warm skin tone that glowed with its own natural pink hue. Saina grinned at the Princess and bowed low before she spoke up once more, “Good day to you, your Highness.”

“Have you enjoyed the weather so far, Lady Saina?” The Princess asked as she gave her tutor her full attention. Byulyi quickly cleared the table in front of the Princess and Mingi moved to hold a parasol over the Princess’ head but she waved him off.

Saina’s large galaxy eyes shined brightly and she nodded her head, which sent her pink hair flying about her head. Today Saina wore her hair in twin ponytails on either side of her head with a few strands braided together with beads of pewter green and grey woven in. Princess Keena rose to her feet and motioned for Saina to join her as she walked back to the house. Inside the butterfly home, Saina followed the Princess and Mingi to the room where lessons were to be held and she settled into her new role as tutor to the first Princess easily.

Saina was hired to teach civics, the rights and duties of citizenship; which was broken down into the many structures of the government and the procedures within those structures. The Princess took many notes and asked questions because she knew nothing of the Min empire. Saina was pleased with the Princess’ questions, it helped Saina plan for the next day and figure out what she wanted to incorporate into her lessons so that the Princess could reach her full potential.

“Your Highness, may I ask a personal question?”

Princess Keena looked up from the notes in front of her and Saina had a soft smile on her pretty face. Her eyes weren’t guarded and held no ill will towards Princess Keena, so she nodded her head and folded her hands on the table.

“I noticed that you are not wearing rings on your right index finger.”

Princess Keena pulled her hands into her lap and thumbed at the bare skin before she offered Saina a tight smile.

“You have keen eyes, Lady Saina. The rings I once wore were a gift and I do not believe it appropriate for me to continue to wear them at this time.”

Saina frowned at the Princess’ words and folded her hands on top of the table. “Your Highness…I cannot begin to imagine the war your heart is battling with your mind, however in times of uncertainty it is best to surround yourself with the things that bring you the most joy and peace of mind.”

Princess Keena pursed her lips and swallowed down the pungent words that threatened to do more harm than good. They stuck to the walls of the throat heavy and rough as she tried to speak. “Well-” the Princess cleared her throat lightly and licked her lips, “what does one do when the things that once brought joy and peace are what caused the pain?” Princess Keena raised her eyes and looked Saina straight on, a thin silver ring glowed around her brown eyes.

“Let them bring joy and peace once more.”

Saina bowed and rose to her feet before she left the room silently and Princess Keena sucked her teeth before she tapped at the bare skin of her index finger.

“I would be a fool to allow the Prince such grace after all of his lies,” the Princess grumbled to herself and looked over her shoulder at Mingi. “Please have them bring green tea, my throat is sore.”

Mingi stepped out of the room for a moment and Princess Keena inhaled deeply, the sweet scents of the flowers outside the window filled her senses and she sighed on exhale. Forgive the Prince so easily? Accept his hand in marriage and then what? The Princess shook her head and folded her legs underneath her skirt more tightly.

"Mwen ta yon moun sòt padonnen l '." Princess Keena tapped her fingers on the table top and rolled her tongue inside of her mouth. Bitter, every inner thought tasted bitter and she wanted to spit them out. Silently, the Princess hoped that the tea would wash the taste away or at least mask it for now.

#blackthorn ch 8 #bts fantasy au #dragon yoongi #emperor yoongi #soc yoongi #bts soulmate au #yoongi x black oc #bts ambw #kpop ambw #daechwita yoongi

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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Hi! Starting over again!

Idk how many people may remember this blog but hi! I'm Val aka Smolwritingchick.

I used to post The Bangtan Gal here on Tumblr. A BTS Jungkook love story about an 8th member of BTS, Jennie Walker.

I'm starting over. I have two stories I want to post on here that I deleted. A wrestling story called Forced To Believe which is about a female member of The Shield from WWE (I posted that on fanfiction.net many years ago) and my BTS story, Bangtan Gal. Currently editing chapters and will post them soon.

I took a long break from writing due to my mental health and just lack of motivation to write as I focused more on work and had other passions. But I miss it and would love to repost my work. I'm not a big fan of the fanfiction.net site these days so I will be posting my stories on Wattpad, Tumblr and Archive of our own for now on.

I'm hoping to continue The Bangtan Gal as I plan out new chapters after editing the old ones. For now, what matters is that I'm having all these chapters up from what has already been written so people can reread.

I don't really care about the notes or views. I just want to post these up again and see where it goes.

I keep rereading my stories and I really miss it so why not?

Stay tuned.

Links:

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

Forced To Believe Masterlist

Bangtan Gal Masterlist

Bangtan Gal Smol oneshot/drabble Masterlist

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lala-lolly · 7 months

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Hello! I want to write stories or drabbles. Anything really but I struggle with staying on one 'topic' when I have so much freedom and ideas going through my head.

Feel free to request something that you would want me to write and I'll try my best to deliver and make it good.

I'm very multifaceted/have a wide range of interest that grows every month.

My main interests at the moment:

Kpop- Bangtan Boys (BTS), Stray kids, Tomorrow x Together, Enhypen, Black Pink, and more

Rapper- Icespice, Nicki Minaj, Megan Thee Stallion, Blueface, NLB Choppa, NBA YoungBoy, Kendrick Lamar, And more

Singers- Rihanna, Beyonce, Halsey, Taylor Swift, Katie Perry, Olivia Rodrigo, JVKE, Sabrina Carpenter, and more

Movies/series (kdrama as well)- Too many to mention LMAO

TV shows (kdrama as well)- Same here

If you just ask, I'll let you know if I can write for them. E.g; Q: "Do you write for/about John Wick?" A: Not yet because I haven't watched the movies (don't @ me plz)

Angst, Fluff, Comfort, etc

I'm iffy ab writing smut so that's on hold for a bit maybe suggestive will be the furthest I go. Also for texts ff I'll have to find a good spot that works on this old phone.

POC friendly (I myself am a WOC), I'll try to be as gender neutral as I can unless request to do gender specified. As stated before I am a WOC meaning I am also a (cis)female so it'll be a bit of a challenge to write for other genders but I'll give it a chance.

I'm sorry if this is all over the place, I'm writing this early in the moring. I drunk some coffee to finish up some work so I'm trying to use this energy for something else. If you have any questions lemme know (don't ask anything weird plz)

Also you can call me "Lala" "Lolly" "LaLo" "Lalolly" or whatever (might change my username anyway)

That's all signing out (not really)

-Lala Lolly ☁️🌆🍭

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madameaug · 8 months

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Meet the Mod || JJK x OC

Pairing: Streamer Jungkook x Black Female Modder

WC: 1.4k >

NOTE: Now finished :)

"Hey, chat." Jungkook greeted the thousands of viewers tuning into his stream. His eyes glossed over the moving text as he adjusted his camera equipment. Jungkook had recently returned to his streaming schedule after taking a temporary break. The past two weeks had been pretty stressful for the young streamer. He had just moved from his small apartment to a much larger, more comfortable place.

It was crazy for him to think that he could sustain his lifestyle off his streaming income. Four years ago, he would have laughed at someone telling him he would average 70,000 viewers a livestream.

Did you eat? What did you do today? Marry me pls!!!

It was the same typical chatter that he was used to seeing.

"I ate three cups of spicy ramen. I did some training with my boxing mentor today." Jungkook rubbed his slightly pudgy stomach. He slid his beanie slightly higher, showing more of his forehead into the camera.

Mang_luver: Ur back!

Jungkook recognized the username of one of his modders. 'Mang luver' was a part of the handful of mods Jungkook had in his streams. Three of them were his close friends from high school, and the other two were viewers in the beginning with him. Mang luver fell into the latter category. She was always kind to him and helped foster the culture within the community.

Since there were so few mods, he was in a private and somewhat active group chat with his moderators. They spoke frequently with each other. Some of them even meet up in person.

"Hey Mang."

What games are you playing today?

That was the question that most of the viewers were asking Jungkook.

"Ah, I think I'm just gonna chat today. I'm not in the best mindset to focus on Overwatch or anything like that tonight."

Several topics for conversation spoke over the AI Jungkook has set up for his stream. Most of them asked for advice in school, which Jungkook wouldn't mind discussing; however, he doesn't think he's the best person to talk about school motivation.

His life path was quite untraditional. He dropped out of high school to pursue music. He was semi-successful and eventually returned to school to complete his high school diploma. Now he streams and boxes.

He sorted through the chat, looking for interesting topics. Straying away from suggestive or potentially sexual topics.

"My ideal type?" Jungkook read out the chat. It intrigued him.

Jungkook stroked his imaginary beard, thinking about his ideal romantic partner.

"I would say someone who is confident and not afraid of a challenge. I'm really attracted to a person's aura and the vibes they give out."

Jungkook was quite honest with his words. In the past, he's thought about the physical attributes that he wants in his future girlfriend. He didn't have anything that was top priority. Most of his deal breakers involved personality. Like if they were rude to customer service workers or if they were disrespectful.

It was hard for him to narrow his ideal partner to a list of physical attributes.

"I guess I can also add that the person would have to be an ARMY. Jungkook smiled. His shameless flirting ignited the chat. The chat eating it up.

Mang_luver: are you tryna rizz up the chat?

Mang_luver: L streamer

"You don't like my flirting skills Mang? Jungkook couldn't hold back his smirk. He and Mang had a teasing report with each other. Causing live entertainment for those in the chat.

"You know what, chat, I think I know my type. I like girls who don't like me back."

Jungkook waited patiently for another witty remark from Mang. The chat commented that the two were acting like a married old couple. They always bickered about small, petty things that eventually it just became part of their dynamic.

Mang_luver: YUCK

Mang_luver: *gag*

"You know you love it, Mang."

Mang face reveal?

I'm tryna see something? What they said ^^^

The thought crossed Jungkook's mind that he had never seen an image of Mang. While he knew her real name, Jennette, and her age 24. He would never reveal such information while he was live. In the back of his mind, he wondered what she looked like, but the thought never developed into more.

But now the chat was begging for the modder to reveal her face. Spam flooding the chat box, Jungkook watched, curious as he wanted to see her face.

"Mang get on Discord." Jungkook instructed pulling up a new tab, before sharing his screen for the thousands to see.

Mang_luver: ... Mang_luver: fine Mang_luver: i hate you all

Upon reading the last message, he clicked the call button above her username. The chat was probably more excited than Jungkook. Mang answered the call ten seconds later, showing nothing but a black screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Turn your camera on."

"You're so pushy." Jenette pouted on the other side of the camera. She was up trying to freshen up her looks, to make it not look like she was lying down in bed. She removed her satin head scarf and shook her mini twists that dangled by her shoulders. She washed her hair last night and did the twist til she got her braids in the next few days.

"I just wanna see what you look like Mangy Pangy."

Jennette rolled her eyes, hearing that awful nickname.

"I thought you agreed you weren't gonna call me that?"

"I thought you agreed you were gonna show your face?'

"Actually, I agreed to get on Discord. Not to show my face." Jennette smiled at her response.

"Such a smart ass."

"Don't wanna be a dumbass like you." The comebacks rolled off her tongue easily. She didn't have to think when she said them at all.

"You are lucky I like you." Jungkook grumbled, clicking around on his computer. He pulled up Instagram on the tab. Jennette knew that Jungkook didn't "like" her that way, but its effect on her was apparent. She cleared her throat, snapping out of brief feelings of attraction.

"So you can turn on your camera or tell me your Instagram. I wanna see what you look like."

Jungkook started typing in guesses for Jennette's Instagram without giving her time to think. The first few guesses were unsuccessful, pulling up random people who looked nothing like her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked over her appearance, unsure about the whole face reveal deal.

Her skin was slightly dewey from her skincare routine. Acne scars covered certain areas of her cheeks. More importantly, her purple cat-eye glasses. The frames enhanced her almond eye shape and made her look slightly younger in her nighttime apparel.

Without another word, she turned on her camera. Jungkook wasn't looking at the video call. He was still trying to guess her Instagram. Little did he know that her Instagram didn't contain her name at all. So at this rate he would never find her Instagram. The chat jumped with the thousands of new comments, all discussing her appearance.

Omg she's so pretty. Damnnnnnn Black Barbie fr fr She's not one of us

Gahhhlee

It took a message being read by the AI voice for Jungkook to redirect his attention to the Discord call. He had to readjust himself on the couch. He pulled one of his knees to his chest.

"Awww."

Jenette looked away from her screen, blushing at his reaction. She was nervous, waiting for him to be compelled to react in a humiliating way.

"You happy?" Jennette found it hard to look at the streamer. Gosh, he was so boyfriend-coded that she knew that her thoughts would start to evolve this simple interaction into something more. She got like this with most of her crushes. It never took long for her to fall for someone.

"You're so cute."

"Shut up."

Rizz her up Jungkook!

Yall look good together omgggg

"Yall, it's not like that, I'm not gonna rizz up, Mang. I was just curious to see what she looked like. Now, we can move on to something else." With a smile, he redirected the stream to a totally different topic. Mang took this as a segway to leave the call and rejoin the chat. Junkgook discussed the latest SZA music video 'Snooze', with Justin Bieber.

However, the chat was still discussing Mang's looks. More and more comments were becoming passive-aggressive. And Jungkook couldn't ignore the overwhelming backhanded compliments. It was time for him to step in and say something.

"Ayo, chill. That's enough on Mang. Don't forget she can ban any of yall."

I wish someone would defend me like Jungkook does Mang. ooop hell yeah- put them in their place!

He scrolled up the chat logs to see if Mang spoke. But she was radio silent. With his phone unlocked and off-camera, Jungkook privately messaged Mang. He wanted to ensure she was okay and confirm that he wasn't okay with the rude comments she was facing. Mang texted back pretty quickly, confirming that she was fine.

Mang_luver: I don't know why I just felt so nervous

Mang_luver: Face reveals always stir up anxiety for me

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ : I get it

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: But don't listen to them. You do look good, like really good

Mang_luver: That's really sweet

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: After stream I'll call you to ensure that things between us are still cool. I don't fuck with that bully shit.

ABCDEFGHI__LMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ: That good?

Mang_luver: Yeah I'll be up

Closing out of his phone, Jungkook reacted to a couple of other music videos released in August. Before he knew it, it was a quarter past three. Jungkook yawned before wrapping up the conversation he was having with chat.

"I'm gonna get off, guys. This was fun, per usual." Jungkook smiled and started waving at the people, saying 'good night' to him.

He's probably going to talk to Mang goodnight kookie you never answered?? will you marry me??? pls!!

He ended the stream, rubbing his face. Walking to his bedroom, he thought about what to say to Jennette. He was use to the 'mean' comments that he would get from trolls in his comments. Working in the music industry for all those years helped him grow thick skin. Plus, he knew that they wouldn't return that same energy if he ever met these people in real life.

He thought about how to properly apologize to Jennette. Eyes getting heavy, and the last thing on his mind was his really pretty modder.

#bts x black reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook x black reader #x black reader #kpop x black reader #black writers #small drabble #jungkook #jungkook imagines

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bp-trio · 2 months

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BLACKPINK’s Aria, Hana and Sol have Established Agency Together!

On February 17, All three together personally announced through their Instagram accounts the establishment of their new label called ASTRIX AGENCY along with a new profile photo. In their message, they expressed their vision for ASTRIX AGENCY, stating:

ASTRIX AGENCY’s official website describes the label as follows: “We are thrilled to introduce ASTRIX AGENCY, a collaboration born out of our shared passion for creativity and innovation. It has always been a dream of ours to work together, combining our unique skills and talents to create something truly special. With a focus on pushing boundaries and thinking outside the box”

Meanwhile, all of BLACKPINK members renewed their contracts with YG Entertainment for group activities—meaning that their group activities with BLACKPINK will still be managed by YG Entertainment, while their solo activities will be managed by ASTRIX AGENCY.

Check out ASTRIX AGENCY’s Instagram here, X (Twitter) here, and YouTube channel here!

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gayashawol · 3 months

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My attempt at making a jonghyun x black reader birthday sex imagine lol

(cw // sex, probably gay, probably cringe since i haven’t made a proper smut in a while)

edit: surprise, it’s actually not gay it’s gender neutral lol (idk how i did it but i did it)

As you lay on the couch, you hear a car pulling up just outside. You took a peek at your window and saw your husband, Jonghyun, coming out of the car, seeming tired. He came home earlier than usual, he wouldn’t really do such thing, unless it was for a valid reason.

Today was one of those days, it was your birthday. He knew he wasn’t working the next day, so he wanted to spend the night with you. He even drove past McDonald’s on the way home so you didn’t need to cook.

As soon as Jonghyun opened the door, you couldn’t bear not to take the opportunity to run to him like a puppy. He let go of the paper bags from his hand and held onto you dearly. He knew how much you missed him during those hours apart, and so the embrace felt more heavenly — like something that he never felt in a stretched amount of time.

Before he could even place the food out, emotions flooded the room and the both of you started making out on the kitchen counter. It was the perfect temperature, the perfect volume on the tv and the right touch from him may have swept you off your feet.

It had escalated past the kitchen, where you both went to the couch — you could see Jonghyun on top of you, slowly undressing you. His abs in full display as his work uniform on the floor and on the neck of the couch. It wasn’t until your glowing skin touched the air that he would caress you, going down until he reached your thighs. It was when he laid his head in between, creating a sound out of you that only him would ever do to you — and nobody else.

His fingers are just a delight to see and to feel. To have them inside of you would be a whole another experience. All the twisting and turning — the skin slapping from his thumb and knuckles, the closer he was to the core, the more you felt like you would break from within.

“Seems like you’re ready for it.” Jonghyun murmured softly to himself, clear enough so you could hear it. The sound of pants falling down was all you could picture the scene with. You were so out of it that you could feel your body throbbing before it even started.

That very moment though, it did happen right away. You felt something poking on your hole. You knew it was Jonghyun’s cock, but it was unexpected — the good kind. He then went up to you, with his cock beside you by the clothes. You began to lick him from the tip, then slowly made your way down from the neck. It wasn’t long until the hairs started poking your face.

“You’re so good at this, babes…” He praised you, moaning softly underneath his breath. He placed his hand on top of your head so he could give yourself a gentle push as you went through with it. All you could do was suck, pull and squish it. He would still be grateful, since it would always be you doing it for him.

As his harden cock started to become coded with saliva, he was able to attempt to enter your insides, in which it was successful. It almost sunk completely, with it taking all the space from within.

With Jonghyun on top of you, he started by swaying his hips seductively. As he felt the music playing from the TV, he would change the speed depending on the tempo. He would still give you kisses all over you, mainly your back and your ass would be filled with slap marks.

It was the most you ever felt in your entire life that when it ended way too soon, it would crush your soul so badly. Jonghyun would never give up on you, so he allowed himself to go in for a second time — only this time he was much more stronger than he was before.

He took you to the bedroom, where the scene gotten more crazier than it should’ve if they’ve gone earlier. Their clothes went like they were leaving a trail, all over the floor and certainly disordered.

The bed started creaking as soon as it began, giving the neighbours something to complain about later on. He kept giving you neck kisses, you wished you could kiss him back, yet he would be giving you the fuck of your lifetime.

“Nnnnghhh~” The moan occured, obvious that you were enjoying the action. Jonghyun totally was, and so he was making every second count, with him having one hand smacking your ass and the other holding onto you.

He was getting ready to shoot a load inside, when he decided to hold it in a little longer so he could orgasm with you together. He laid you facing him with your legs higher than you could ever lift them, so he could see your very face before the upcoming whiteness of a substance.

That very moment your eyes reached the back of your eye socket, he knew it was close, and he did it right there and then. He disconnected, showing the wet goodness the both of you produced together out of love, and passion for one and other.

Jonghyun couldn’t stop kissing you afterwards, it soon became gorgeous with the both of you under the sheets. He knew that he’ll need to wash them, but he didn’t care at this point. He just wanted to be with his cute partner, which would be you, on your birthday and that was exactly what he did…

…which would be why you guys completely forgotten about the McDonald’s he bought and ran back down hoping that the chips didn’t become stale after all this time.

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