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3raaaachachacha · 3 years

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All members x female reader / 2.3k words / angst / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: implied sexual relations

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Im Jaebeom

Jaebeom had a dark aura around him and as a prince everyone was afraid of him. If one thing went wrong, he'd have something to do with your death or disappearance. Though, you knew that the person he showed everyone was all an act and really, he was one of the sweetest princes you had ever met. He hated acting nice sometimes, in fear of that being taken advantage of. He never really went into town, he was always mysterious that way, though one day when he did, he found you and insisted that if he was forced to marry, it must be with you since you were beautiful, but at first, he absolutely despised you. That being until he let his guard down to get to know you. After the two of you shared many intimate moments together, you learn your true feelings for him as did he. It felt weird living in a castle that you now called your home with your prince by your side, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

It was all new to you, you came from a poor family and you hated the idea of leaving them while you lived in a palace with maids and well cooked meals. Jaebeom would soothe your anxious mind of those thoughts. Your prince was definitely full of surprises, but you grew accustom to them since he was now your husband who actually cared for you and stopped acting like someone he wasn't. He was willing to be there for you and fight for you. You weren't any lower of a person than him, if anything, you were higher than him, and he loved how you treated others. He had things to improve on and thankfully, having you by his side, was going to help greatly. Despite being a prince, after marrying you, he learnt that it wasn't worth having a hierarchy system, that everyone deserved to live well and a long life, it was only because of you he learnt how to be better to himself.

Mark Tuan

He would be the most romantic prince out of all the boys and would truly treat you like a princess. Once Mark got attached to someone, he cared about them with all his heart and did whatever he needed to do to make them feel loved and wanted. He would be so elegant with his jewel embroidered suits and would always look so perfect regardless if he just woke up or if he was attending a ball. He would meet you at one of the balls his father threw for his birthday. All the royals from near and far would attend and you were a new face to him, making him curious to find out who you were. He would fall head over heels for you once you introduced yourself to him and it would be a night full of talking and laughs, while sitting on the balcony with the bright moonlight shining down on the two of you.

After meeting you, he would have you over to the castle many times to show you around, especially to the garden. It was his mini oasis and he would feel overjoyed to show it with you. He was thankful you were also a princess or else his father would not approve of your visits or his declaration to marry you. It truly was a lucky coincidence that the two of you met that night. He would be very quiet and soft spoken, but would be an open book when it came to you. He loved talking about his plans for the future and how he would like to rule his village once he was crowned king. Mark always thought about the villagers and others before himself, and it really showed how selfless he was for being the crown prince. You loved that the most about him, and it was just a plus that he was so handsome. He couldn’t wait to marry you one day and rule his kingdom with the most beautiful queen in the world.

Jackson Wang

He would be a very sociable prince that everyone knew and loved. At any of his father’s parties, he would talk with young and old guests, not just guests his age. He would love making new connections with different kingdoms and would love to help his father when it came to alliances and trade deals. He would learn how to run the kingdom at a young age, so that when he was to be crowned, he would be ready. Jackson would be a master swordsman and would actually instruct and teach the new knights. He loved being around the silver steel and loved how powerful it made him feel. He would love to learn new techniques from his instructor and would practice everyday for hours on end to master a certain move to a tee. He would also exercise a lot in the garden, and all of the servants wouldn’t be able to completely focus when he was out there shirtless.

Jackson was the prince that every king wanted to marry their daughters off too, but even with Jackson being so polite, he wasn’t one to simply marry for a good alliance. He married for love and the alliance was just a bonus to him. He wanted to be with someone he thought would be an amazing queen and mother to the future heirs of the kingdom. You weren’t the fondest of your heir titles, so you were a bit stubborn when it came to meeting any new men around your age. Your father had been trying to marry you off for a bit, but you seemed to sabotage any chance he had. You weren’t a brat, you just didn’t want to be focused into a marriage you didn’t want. When you met Jackson though, he would change your mind about how terrible men were, and it would be love at first sight for the both of you. He would be very protective of you, even though you had a feisty attitude. It wouldn’t take long for the two of you to marry and Jackson would treat you like precious treasure.

Park Jinyoung

He would be the most handsome prince of all the princes, and he knew it. This made him a bit narcissistic, but he would compensate with his charming attitude and gentlemanly manner. Jinyoung would love to sit in the courtyard while reading the novels his mother had given him before she passed away. He was very into literacy and would lean towards those scholarly activities rather than physical activities like horse riding. He would be his father’s favorite out of all his children, no doubt in that. He would be the most obedient and respectful as well. If he needed to speak up and put someone in their place he would, but he would never to his father in public. Jinyoung would actually be the youngest child in the family, but his father chose him as his successor of the throne.

When he met you for the first time, he wasn’t the biggest fan of you. He thought you were stunning and he was very attracted to you, but you were very talkative and a bit too smiley for his liking. So when he was told that you would be his future wife, he would be a bit annoyed with his father’s choices. He wouldn’t be the nicest to you with his passive aggressive comments, but once you confronted him about it in the late evening, it would take a turn that neither of you expected. The intense sexual tension between the two of you would lead to a passionate night together. For some reason, things changed after that. Jinyoung saw you in a different light and would want to get to know you better. He was turned off by how opposite the two of you were when he first met you and that impression stayed with him until the two of you opened up to one another and became intimate. He wouldn’t be mad about marrying you after all since he grew to love and cherish you dearly.

Choi Youngjae

Youngjae was pretty quiet and actually hated being the prince of his kingdom because of the decisions his father has made that impacted others. He'd constantly sneak out of the kingdom quite regularly and give supplies to those who desperately needed them in the village. He hated how self-centered his father was, and as bad as it sounded, he couldn't wait for someone else to take over, someone who actually cared for their son and sick wife. On his journeys to small towns, that’s where he came across your beautiful self. He saw you treating those who were ill with herbs and thought that maybe you'd be able to help his mother heal. He would approach you and ask you to come with him, but not actually tell you where or why for.

When you arrived at the palace, you were shocked to say the least. You were more shocked that you didn't notice that you were standing with the prince. Youngjae would ask if you could assist and treat his sick mother and in return he'd hide you for the time being as well as give you food. He fell in love with you on the spot when you said you didn't need anything in return and that you would do this for anyone. The prince knew he couldn't let you go, so he visited your town everyday with new supplies despite your protests. Even though he was a prince and had a well-off lifestyle, he'd much rather be with someone who made him happy and was a selfless person, and if that meant getting to know you on a more personal level and spending time with you, that's what he was going to do. He didn't need a palace and a title, he just wanted to be happy and if that was with you, then so be it.

BamBam

He would be known as the playboy of princes since it was normal for him to sleep with different women after each party his father threw. His father hated it, but also he didn’t do anything to stop it. As long as BamBam married the princess his father picked for him, he didn’t care what he did in his freetime. He wouldn’t have the best relationship with his father, but being the only successor of the kingdom, his father had no other choice. He just liked to get under his father’s skin and rebel to see what he would do. One day, his father finally had enough and set BamBam to marry you from their neighboring kingdom. He wanted it to be a punishment, but when BamBam met you, he fell in love with you since he thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on.

You had heard the rumors about BamBam and would be a bit nervous about your future relationship, but once you got to know him better, you would realize that he was just a child that needed some help and had a bad relationship with his father. You could see how broken he was and he would be open with you about it, you would become his rock. He would begin to change his ways and it was clear to his father, which made him happy to crown him king one day. When asking about BamBam’s interests, you would be very surprised to see that he enjoyed sewing and gardening. These were things that women did, but he was fascinated by the different arts. He wouldn’t be too into swordsmanship, but his father would have made him learn it. You found him intriguing since he was different from all the other princes you had met. He would do a complete 180 for you and be the most loyal prince and future king out there. All he needed was the love of his life to hold him down, and he was enjoying every second of it.

Kim Yugyeom

It all started when you were hired as a maid in the palace. You were finally old enough to be sent away to be a slave for the royal family. It wasn't as if you had a choice either. What made it tougher to get your job done though was the fact that the prince was the most beautiful man you had ever come across. He was handsome and wealthy and everything a woman would look for in a husband, but he was off limits, well to you at least. Though, he seemed to have similar thoughts as you and that's how you found yourself one night in his room, chest flushed against his as he fucked you into the mattress. You knew it was wrong and you shouldn't have been there, but neither of you wanted to stop. So that's how the two of you started your secret relationship because there was no way that the prince would ever get permission to be with a slave like you.

When Yugyeom wanted something of someone, he was going to have them no matter what. Firstly though, he started to sneak around with you, kiss you behind the plants in the garden, surprise you in the shower as well as sneaking you away from your job. He was head over heels for you and nothing was going to change that. Being the prince, he had power and if he needed to, he would use it. He wanted you and only you, and he was going to have you. He was tired of sneaking around with you, he wanted to show you off to the king and the people of his village. If they were going to disapprove, he was going to marry you and run away far to make your own kingdom that he knew people would follow. He was going to do everything in his power to have you as his princess.

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 3 years

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Prince Park Jinyoung~ Royal!AU

WARNINGS: Fluff, Jinyoung Being A Gentleman. (I’m probably forgetting something)

A/N: Fair warning, I did not proof read this, but I will at a later date. How is everyone doing? This is the fourth headcanon for the Royal/Prince!AU, I hope you enjoy it!

Prince Jinyoung is very intelligent, sophisticated, and courteous.

A true gentleman, while most people of nobility or royalty wouldn’t even think about opening a door for their female servants, Jinyoung does it with a smile.

His parents were wonderful, they were proud of the man they had raised.

If the King wasn’t available, Jinyoung would accompany the Queen when she went on strolls through the park.

The Queen and King had a private tutor for him, but unlike Mark’s parents, they did not shelter him.

He was still allowed to go outside and play with the kids, as long as a guard was nearby.

He had a liking for art and theatre, and he loved going to the shows that were put on every 2 weeks.

He was a hopeless romantic, so of course he loved plays involving romance more than the others.

He loved literature with a passion.

In his quarters, he had a tall bookcase full of books he had read multiple times.

The genre of books he had were made up of history, romance, mystery, poetry, and adventure.

The books were passed down to him by his parents, and because there wasn’t a book shop in town, he never had any new books.

One day, two siblings moved into an abandoned shop and renovated the entire place, opening a book shop to the public.

When the Prince had heard about the new book shop, he was thrilled, he immediately left the palace and went into town.

His mind raced with thoughts about what genres he would find, how many books would be there, and how many he would be able to carry.

As he slowly opened the shop door and walked carefully inside, he silently gasped at the amount of books there were. Jinyoung walked along the bookcases and took in the earthy aromas around him, he trailed his hand along the shelf as he started to feel at peace.

He turned the corner and noticed a figure putting books away on a wooden ladder, the ladder had wheels and was attached to the bookcase so you could move while standing on it.

You were too preoccupied to hear Jinyoung enter the store but thank god he was there, as you were about to place the last book on the shelf, the step you were on snapped and you fell backwards. Jinyoung swiftly caught you before you hit the floor, once you got back onto your feet you turned to thank who you thought was your brother.

“Thanks, I shou-”

You stopped and widened your eyes as you realized it wasn’t your brother; it was the Prince. You immediately bowed and started apologizing, he waved his hand and chuckled, “There is no need for any of that, are you okay?” Jinyoung asked softly, before you could reply your brother walked in.

“What was that noise??” He asked, standing just out of sight from Jinyoung. “The ladder broke while I was putting books on the shelves, but I’m okay! I was caught before I hit the floor...” “By who-” Your brother takes a few steps forward before cutting his sentence off with shock, he then bows to Jinyoung, “Prince Jinyoung, it’s an honor.”

“Thank you, but you don’t have to bow to me, I am just a customer,” Jinyoung smiled, he noticed the book you were holding before you fell was on the ground. He bends down to pick it up and hands it to you, you let out a shy thanks and placed it on your desk.

“You said you were a customer? Is there anything specific you were looking for?” you inquired, your brother started replacing the ladder step as you helped Jinyoung.

“Yes, I have only read the books on my shelves and I’m in search for something new, but I’m not sure what.” Jinyoung started as he looked around at all the books, “There are so many books in here, I’m not even sure where to start.” You nod with a smile, finding the way his eyes lit up enchanting, he looked so content with being here.

“Okay, what’s your favorite type of book to read?”

“Romance, and mystery.”

You motioned for him to follow you as you headed for two bookcases, he eagerly followed you and listened as you explained which books were which.

“So, this section right here is romance,” you told him, pointing to the large bookcase before turning around. “And this section is mystery.”

Jinyoung smiled brightly at you, “Thank you!” “No problem. Let me know if there is anything you need, and feel free to look at any book you want to.” Jinyoung browsed the store for hours, before finally coming up to you, “Only one book?” you curiously ask, he chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, there is plenty more I’d like to read but I’d like to read one book at a time.”

Jinyoung reached for his coin purse on his side but you stopped him, “You don’t have to, consider this a gift and a thank you for catching me,” you insist.

Jinyoung shakes his head, “That’s very kind of you, however I respectfully decline it,” he then places a few gold coins in your hand, which is a very considerable amount for a book that only costs silver coins. “I know this is more than I’m supposed to give you but consider this a payment in advance for the next time I’m here.” Jinyoung explained.

You both say your goodbyes and he starts to head for the door, turning at the last second just to get one more look at you.

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imjaebumaf · 5 years

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ceo looks (3/∞)

#got7 #jinson #jackson #jinyoung #park jinyoung #prince #ceo!beom #adjflksajf ignore that tag too lazy to change it right now #ceo!jinyoung & personal assistant!jacks au anyone #wink wonk #mygifs #500

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cuddlybambam · 4 years

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My favorite Prince, Prince!Jinyoung

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neonabi · 5 years

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Jinyoung Royal Au?

🥺does anyone know any royal Park Jinyoung imagines, drabbles, scenarios, series?¿ im dying here

#park jinyoung #jinyoung au #jinyoung imagines #jinyoung royal #prince jinyoung #got7 #jinyoung scenarios

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mactuna · 5 years

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ᏒᎧᏕᏋᏕ ~ ᎮᏗᏒᏦ ᏠᎥᏂᎧᎧᏁ

Summary: yay another lovely prince au! and you’ve always been and always will be jihoon’s first and only love... ok i almost cried bc i miss wanna one very very much and i’ve been getting the feels today since i just watched ep3 of producex101

♫ Time that passes so quickly We call it memories This new start that I’ll create with you I’ll call it love I’ll cherish you, I’ll fill my eyes with you You’ll be colored with my beautiful color You’re my beautiful flower

Prince Jihoon sat in the sunroom, staring at the single, sunshine yellow rose that rested in its glass vase, despite being surrounded by countless other roses of all different colors and sizes that had been given to him today: the Day of the Roses. The day when admirers throughout the kingdom would give roses that they loved or cared for.

♫ I feeling it, All the day I feeling it, All the time All the days I felt with you

Despite knowing that it could never happen, he stared at the beautiful rose you had sent him. 10 years ago when you both were still innocent eight-year-olds. The two of you would raid the kitchen whenever Halmeoni baked cookies, waiting until she went to wash the dishes before grabbing a plate and a quart of milk. Jihoon laughed, remembering how you basically chugged milk everyday when you were a kid. All in a huge effort to be taller than him. To your disappointment, you were probably a good eight inches shorter than him now. All in all, he missed the good ol’ days when he didn’t have to pretend to be this person he wasn’t. Be the crown prince he knew he hated. All he knew was that he missed you. A lot.

♫ I feeling it, All the day I feeling it, All the time I see myself in your eyes As we’re looking at each other We’re longing for each other I’m following your breath All of the seasons we shared are so precious

A smile on his face, Jihoon made his way to the kitchen, where his friends were waiting for him. It was his 20th birthday and he had finally become an adult. For a normal person, it was the best day ever. But to him? It was the worst day of his life. Why? His mother had finally come to a decision on which princess of which kingdom she would marry her youngest son to. Staring out the window, he couldn’t help but think of your eyes. The life and joy that was always present in them; how they would look in the summer sun when you would play in the castle’s gardens and courtyard. Those were precious times that he missed greatly.

♫ My flower, rose Always bloom next to me You’re my only love Let’s grow our love Always stay by my side

Right then, Woojin came crashing in through the kitchen’s back door, breathing heavily.

“Yah, Jihoon! Get your ass out here before your mom kicks both of our butts!”

Ah, right… the lovely, absolutely dreadful ball. Its purpose? To get Jihoon a bride. The problem? He basically, very strongly disliked almost every girl presented to him. And for the few decent ones he’d met, he didn’t want to deny them the chance to have a husband that actually loved and cared about them. But mostly because his thoughts were continuously plagued by you. After all, you and your family had only moved away three years ago. Therefore, every little detail about you was still firmly ingrained into his memory, unlike everything else that he was supposed to study. But once he stepped out into the ballroom, he saw someone that he thought he would never see again. Prince Kang Daniel, aka your brother. Seeing him gave Jihoon all the hope in the world that you would also be in attendance. But once he saw Ong Seongwoo chatting up the ladies by the punch bowl, his hopes increased tenfold. Seeing the crest on his jacket, he felt the familiar pang in his heart.

“Y/N! Where are you going? Are you leaving? Why?”

You turned back, tears in you 17-year-old self’s eyes.

“This is goodbye, Jihoon. I don’t think.. We’ll be able to see each other again. For a long time, at least.”

“Y/N! WAIT!”

But you hadn’t. You had left him behind in the awful, dreary palace. And then he saw you. Your hair was a little different and you looked a lot different with your sky blue dress on, but it was definitely you. It had to be.

♫ I’ll go close and knock You can answer me anytime you want The scent of a flower Fills my body Even when I close my eyes for a moment I can’t ever forget you

As soon as you saw Jihoon, you knew you had to get out of there. Rule #1 had already been broken and now you had no idea when you would be asked “nicely” to leave by the queen’s guards. If the King got to you first, then maybe you had a chance. But he was like a puppet to his wife, so probably not. The only reason she had even agreed to let you come was because you had promised to stay hidden from Jihoon and to not even attempt to interact with him. But of course, it had been three years and his legs had gotten even longer. Trying not to turn around, you kept walking to try and lose him in the crowd. But your efforts were in vain once you felt his light tap on your shoulder.

“Y/N, is that you?”

“No, sorry. You’ve got the wrong girl, your Highness.”

You kept walking, but he followed repeatedly tapping you on the shoulder in an effort to make you turn around in this game of one-sided tag. He had no idea why you wouldn’t admit to it, but he knew it was you for sure. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell exactly which scent of perfume was yours amongst every other lady in the crowd and where you were. How? He had asked his friend, and apothecary, Daehwi to make a nice, rosey perfume for you for your 16th birthday. But in this little game of tag you had wandered all the way out to the middle of the hallway that led to Jihoon’s study.

♫ Our memories You’re in every breath I take, up all night How can I forget the first time we met? As we hold hands even tighter I wanna feel you, andante Can’t express with words The drama we wrote together

And as soon as you set foot past the intersection in the hallway, Jihoon grabbed your shoulder to force you to turn and look at him.

“Why are you running away from me, Y/N? What did I ever do to you? Did you know how unfair it was? For the past three years, you’ve literally taken over all of my thoughts. Some nights, I can’t even sleep because I keep thinking about you!”

Grabbing your hands, he placed them against his chest over his heart.

“Y/N, you’ve stolen my heart and you’ve refused to give it back! I don’t think you even realize that you have it, seeing that you’ve been running awya form me… I’m so sorry if I did anything to hurt you. But I think you should know that I still love you.”

By then, you had reached the door that led to his study. And you were backed up to the wall. There was no more running now.

“Hoonie… I...- we...- we can’t do this. Your mom would never allow it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you know? Why else would she ship me and Daniel off to Seongwoo’s family?! She did it so that you would forget about me, but obviously you haven’t and-”

Cutting you off, Jihoon cupped your face to crash his lips against yours. Something he’d been waiting to do again for three years.

♫ I feeling it All the day I feeling it All the time All the days I felt with you

Lips moving in sync, your shared kiss was urgent. Like at any moment, the two of you would be pulled apart by fate again. After all, eleven years ago, in this exact same spot, you had lost your first kiss to Jihoon when you had crashed into him while playing tag with Daniel inside the palace. And again, three years ago, you had kissed him goodbye in this exact same spot, where you were taken away.

♫ I feeling it All the day I feeling it All the time I see myself in your eyes As we’re looking at each other We’re longing for each other I’m following your breath All of the seasons we shared are so precious

Every little nip was just another sign of how much Jihoon had missed your touch. Just the smell of your hair already drove him absolutely crazy, not to mention even kissing you. But here he was, outside his study, kissing the forbidden love of his life. Willing every muscle in your body, you forced yourself to pull away. But your messy lipstick, tousled hair, and breathy gasps were enough to make Jihoon smirk.

“Jihoon, we can’t do this! Who knows what your mom will do to me once she finds out!:”

“Don’t worry about her, Y/N. We’re 20 now, we can just leave. And she can’t do anything about it.”

“I don’t know…”

Needless to say, you were absolutely terrified of the queen.

“Y/N, I don’t know how else to say it, but you’re the only girl I’ve loved for my entire life. And now that I’ve found you, I will do everything I can to convince you to stay. I love you so, so much Y/N. I really do.”

♫ My flower, rose Always bloom next to me You’re my only love Let’s grow our love Always stay by my side

Your heartstrings tugged at his words and you reached up gently to gently wipe away the lone tear that had fallen from his doe-like eyes.

“Jihoon, I love you with all of my heart but I don’t want you to have to live a life that involves constantly hiding from your mom just to be with me. It sucks, but I don’t think I can ever have you.”

♫ Longing fills up my empty room I’m drunk with your scent, I’m thinking of you I won’t say this too lightly Because I know both of us felt The same kind of trembling “Says who?”

The two of you jumped apart upon hearing his mother’s voice. Pulling you behind him, Jihoon plced himself as a barrier between the two of you. Although it 100% wasn’t the right time or place, you couldn’t but feel a bit woozy with every breath you took. It was like he had invaded all of your sense and it was driving you absolutely crazy. Despite that, you could feel yourself trembling behind Jihoon’s tall frame. His hand held yours firmly, trying to provide some comfort. Either way, you knew what you had to do. Shaking, you stepped out from behind him to confront the queen yourself. But you were shocked by her next words.

“Y/N, do you truly love my son with all of your heart?”

♫ It’s so hard to endure through this longing I smiled as if we met eyes and confessed Do you remember? All the seasons we shared All the seasons All the seasons are so precious

“Yes, I do.”

“So tell me, how was it with Jihoon being so far away? For three years?”

Shoving down your pride, you lay out your heart for all to see, the raw emotion evident in your voice.

“With all due respect your Highness, I hated it. I had spent most of my childhood with him and you just shipped me away! Do you know how much it hurt? How much my heart cracked when I had to say goodbye? Thinking that the next time I see him, he might be married to some other girl?Too much has happened between up that it would be impossible to kick out of my heart and I really do love him.”

♫ My flower, rose Always bloom next to me You’re my only love Let’s grow our love Always stay by my side

The Queen had already know how much you two loved each other. She just wanted to make sure that Jihoon had the best girl in the whole kingdom as his bride. She just realized a little late that you had been Jihoon’s perfect match from the start.

“Hm… I allow it.”

Wait, what?!

“Wait, mom are you being serious?!”

“Yes. Just don’t do anything too stupid.”

“Yes ma’am!”

In pure joy, Jihoon picked you up to smack his lips onto yours with a loud mwah!

“I love you, I love you, I love you and I don’t know how you did it, but I really love you.”

“And I love you my princes.”

“So what do you say to being my girlfriend, Princess Y/N?”

“I say… yes!”

And right then, Daniel and Seongwoo came in from around the corner, practically sobbing as they clung to each other.

“Just get married already, dammit!”

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byul-bit-arae · 7 years

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Boyfriend Jinyoung (GOT7)

Most gentleman on earth omg

Sweetie

Best boyfriend you could ever ask for wtf

The type to make you feel like a princess

And wonder what the heck did you do in your past life to deserve such an amazing person

Very loving

As in very very VERY loving

Jinyoung looks like the type to take relationships very seriously so he wouldn’t ever look at any other person but you

Also he looks like the type to not fall in love easily so if he says he loves you you’re probably THE most perfect human being on earth, or at least in his eyes.

ALSO he’s a Virgo and if you believe in that astrology shit, Virgos tend to be perfectionists and make sure to find the “perfect” partner, even if it takes a lot of time (I know that bc I’m a Virgo)

(Also bc I’m still single haaaa- (:3√L)

Once Jinyoung falls for you there is no way out

He’s totally into you and everything you do would drive him crazy

Like you’d just be sitting there studying and readjusting your glasses whenever they slip a bit down and he’d be dying

The type to notice and LOVE the smallest things about you that even you don’t know, or don’t consider a “thing”

Like when you pull your hair up, cross your legs, or are simply so immersed into something

Yeah, those little things make his heart skip a beat

So so so loving and so so so thoughtful

The type to prepare a tub of warm water and essential oils/ bubble baths for you after a long day

Also the type to stay up with you if you’re working on some assignment

Even if he has nothing to do he’d just sit there reading a book and waiting for you to finish

Because he realizes how important it must be for you

Of course he would tell you to go to sleep if it’s too late because afterall your health and well being is all that matters

Random breakfast in bed mornings

Where you wake up and find him with a tray of all what you like to have for breakfast next to your bed

Tbh he’d treat you like a princess bc he’s a prince himself

But also a possessive lil shit

Tbh he’d glare at every boy that talks to you aside from the got7 squad

He’d glare at every boy that simply lays his eyes on you, really

Is low-key salty about you going out with your friends/on a trip without him

Okay maybe high-key

Not that he doesn’t trust you or anything he’d put the sake of his life in your hands

But he’d be afraid someone would try and make a move on you or bother you

And Park Jinyoung is never signing up for any of that shit

So if he ever agrees on letting you go you’ll have to send him a picture of you every hour

I’m not even shitting you he legit said that in some interview shit

Would give you all of his attention

Like if you’re talking he’d be looking straight at your eyes the whole time

Half listening half admiring your beauty tbh

Unless he’s reading a book lmao

And sometimes he’d tease you by pretending to be so busy with his book

And you’re just there whining and tugging on him for attention

Damn how would he enjoy that

He’d be fighting that smile that wants to creep its way to his lips and tries to look indifferent

But he’d eventually give up bc you’re too cute to ignore

And that earns you a kiss

Kisses with Jinyoung are not that frequent but so special

Be it cute pecks or passionate kisses -in which he gets so dominant but let’s not talk about that- ,

His kisses are always so sweet and make you feel butterflies in your stomach

And that small smile whenever he pulls away as he looks at you in affection leaves your heart tingling

And the fact that it’s not frequent and he mostly kisses you when it’s just you two makes it even more special

He’s more of a hugging person I believe

Hugging, holding hands, cuddling

Just a lot of that

Eomma Jinyoung is a nagging Jinyoung

Just slip and accidentally say you didn’t have lunch or something

He 👏 would 👏 FLIP.

He’d make sure you’re eating and sleeping regularly and would scold the hell out of you if you don’t

Especially if you really didn’t take good care of yourself and you fell sick - lol y'all know what Park Jinyoung’s biggest pet peeve is, but he wouldn’t be that bothered at all bc your sneeze is the cutest-

He’d soften eventually and feed you then stroke your hair to sleep on his lap

Speaking about that

Sitting on the sofa with you on his lap as he reads a book and plays with your hair is his fave thing to do

It’s like the definition of heaven for him tbh

He doesn’t like anything too flashy or such

He’d enjoy calm and stable relationships

Not that I’m saying you won’t have times where you just goof around like dorks

But from the point that I think Jinyoung is the type of boyfriends that doesn’t need to touch you in public to show people that he’s your bf

Anyone can just feel it

From the way he looks at you and everything

An actual prince don’t talk to me

Tbh dating Jinyoung would feel like a manga in real life where you live happily ever after

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inyournightmares97 · 6 years

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i forgot to add on that i would like it to be prince!jinyoung where he’s a cold person. sorry!!

Okay, but like is this really an AU? Is it really? Because we all know Jinyoung is a literal prince. :D

Masterlist

Prince!au + Jinyoung (GOT7)

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Make himhappy.”

The lastwords your father had said to you echoed in your mind as the carriage rattledpast the huge gates. You peeked out to stare at the enormous castle that loomedahead. It was magnificent and the royal family which occupied it were renownedfor being benevolent and just. King Jaebum, despite having taken over thethrone only recently, had acquired an excellent reputation for himself as aking and as a human being. His people loved him.

But youwere not here for the King. It was Prince Jinyoung who had called for yourpresence, and Prince Jinyoung that you were here to see.

The storysounded too good to be true and you could hardly believe it yourself as yourcarriage rattled closer to the castle’s entrance. Your family was home to oneof the few elite bloodlines left in the kingdom; one of the ten families whohad founded the kingdom and who were eligible to sit on the throne. But havingroyal blood was not of much use as long as the throne was otherwise occupied.Your blood was all you had, as your family had since fallen to a state ofpartial poverty.

Until youreceived word from the royal family that Prince Jinyoung wanted your hand in marriage.

Thecarriage rattled to a stop and a servant hurried to open the doors for you andhelp you down. You took a deep breath and straightened your back as youdescended, looking around you hesitantly.

Two of theprinces were standing silently to the side, waiting to greet you. You felt yourheart leap in your throat as you recognized Prince Jinyoung. He stood tall andstraight, dark hair covering his forehead and his undeniably handsome face wearinga calm expression. His dark eyes focused on you and you were flustered; so muchso that you barely noticed Prince Jackson approaching you with a large smile.

“My lady!It’s a pleasure to finally have you here!” Prince Jackson said cheerfully. Heallowed you to bow to him briefly before grabbing your hand and placing agentle kiss on it. He was the most familiar one; Jackson was often to be seenroaming around the kingdom on his horse and mingling with people. PrinceJinyoung, on the other hand, was rarely seen outside of the castle.

Youmanaged to stumble through your greetings. “Your highness…”

PrinceJinyoung did not greet you. His eyes merely fixed on you in a disbelieving mannerand he turned towards the large, castle doors. “We should hurry inside. The servantswill bring your things and take you to your rooms,” he informed you. You wereleft startled at his cold response and could only nod.

Onceinside, Jinyoung disappeared almost immediately. You were baffled by his behavior,but had no time to think about it as a female servant whisked you away to yourrooms in the enormous castle and began talking about getting you ready fordinner.

The letterthat your family had received talked about how Jinyoung had seen you working atone of the animal shelters and had fallen for you at first sight. It declaredthat he was awestruck by your kindness and compassion and that he wished tohave your hand in marriage immediately. Your head spun as you thought of thehandsome, expressionless man. Had he fallenfor you at an animal shelter? That beautiful, regal prince had fallen for you?

Thatshould have been your first indicator that something was wrong.

You had dinnerwith the royal family that evening. It was an intimidating experience, but mostof the royal family lived up to their name of being kind and caring. You weretouched by the warm manner in which King Jaebum and his beautiful Queen welcomedyou at the table. You were seated beside one of the younger Princes, Yugyeom,and he smiled widely at you and blushed when you spoke to him.

Prince Jinyoungdid not say a word. You were seated to his left out of tradition, since youwere his fiancée, but any othermember of the royal family was more pleased to converse with you. PrinceYoungjae asked about your work at the animal shelter, the Queen repeatedlyasked if there was anything they could do to make your stay at the castle morecomfortable. Prince Jinyoung merely sat in stone cold-silence and let out asoft, almost inaudible ‘tch’ when youspilled a drop of soup on the tablecloth.

“I don’tthink he likes me,” you confessed to your handmaid as she helped you undresslater that night. She merely shook her head and laughed.

“Oh, no,my lady. Prince Jinyoung is extremely warm-hearted and gentlemanlike. He askedfor your hand himself! I am certain that he only does not wish to showaffection in front of his family. Perhaps he will come speak to you in private!”she giggled and you felt a tinge of hope.

The dooropened and another of the servants entered with a smile. “My lady, PrinceJinyoung is here to see you!”

You barelyhad time to react as his intimidating figure glided into the room and theservants exited instantly. His dark eyes fixed upon you in your nightclothesand you felt exposed as you cleared his throat and thought of how best toreceive him. “Y-your highness. Would you like to sit-“

“I willstand,” he said simply. His arms folded across his chest comfortably. “Weshould speak about wedding arrangements. You are here because you agreed to themarriage, yes?”

Youcleared your throat. “Y-yes.”

“Good. Wewill be married in two weeks’ time. The preparations are already underway. Youwill go tomorrow with the Queen and the Princesses to select your weddingdress. Send word to your family to come as soon as they can; they will bereceived at the castle. The wedding will be a public one where the entire citywill be invited but you may make a list of guests that you wish to reserveseating for. Do you have any questions?”

Your heartwas pounding. “No, I just…”

He raisedan eyebrow coolly. “Yes?”

You didn’tunderstand. How could he treat the entire thing as though it was some businessaffair, or a mere chore to get through? Hadn’t he called you here because he liked you? Certainly, you hadn’texpected to be serenaded or wooed, but this…

You couldn’thold back your tongue. “Why are you marrying me?”

Jinyoung’slips twitched. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t… understand.You’ve barely looked at me since I arrived this morning. You hardly know anythingabout me besides my name. Everyone talks about how Prince Jinyoung is one ofthe kindest, most warm-hearted and intelligent royals so why…?”

There wasa pause as Jinyoung stared at you with a calm, unfeeling expression.

“I see. Youare under the mistaken impression that I likeyou.”

Yourthroat closed up. “You don’t?”

“I don’tcare for you in the slightest. You’re here because you’re one of the fewsurviving members of one of the elite founding families, who is unmarried andof the same age as me. Surely you realized that you had nothing to recommend youto me except for your bloodline?”

“I…” you hadconsidered this, but had then thought deeper into it. “I thought so, but theyounger princes aren’t required to marry into royal blood. A royal marriage isonly a requirement for the king and Prince Jackson is engaged to commoner, so Ithought… I thought perhaps you…”

Jinyoungraised an eyebrow. “True. A royal marriage isn’t a requirement for a prince. ButI don’t intend to stay a prince.”

“What doyou…?”

“I intendto be King. And for that to happen, I need to have a wife from a royalbloodline.”

Your headwas spinning. Prince Jinyoung was only third in line for the throne, how couldhe expect to become King during his lifetime? You stared at the handsome man infront of you, a cold chill going down your spine. Suddenly, he didn’t just seemcold and emotionless anymore. He seemed… dangerous.

“But theother Princes-“

“PrinceMark renounced his title to the throne long ago. He doesn’t want to be King.Jackson, as you mentioned yourself is marrying a commoner so he’s ineligible. Thatleaves me next in line for the throne.”

“But KingJaebum…”

Jinyoung letout a small chuckle. The smile on his face was cold and calculating; but it wasstill a dazzling smile and you were awestruck by the sight of it. How could aman be so handsome, his features so perfectly sculpted? How could such ahorrible man look so charming?

“Oh, hewill die. I will kill him.”

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A/N - I’m so sorry I deserve to be hanged for this. I swear I was going to end it fluffy but this is more evil!Jinyoung than cold!Jinyoung. Please request again if you’re unsatisfied, anon!

Also, bonus points to anyone who thought of “Don’t kill Yugyeom? I will kill Yugyeom.” at the end.

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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Title: Baby Come To Me | ♞ | | ♛ | | ♚ | | ♜ |

Paring: Kim Namjoon x reader

Genre: Prince Namjoon Au, baker reader, enemies to lovers au, co-workers to lovers au, runaway prince au, fluff, romance, angst, comedy and smut

Summary: A smart prince gets into a fight with his mother over his arranged marriage with a princess that he doesn’t get along with at all. He comes up with a plan to go to his friend's bakery to work to know what a normal life is before he is sent away to be married. Jimin agrees but as Namjoon works there he meets Jimin’s “sister” and his new co-worker (after dropping flour on her). When the two are forced to share a room at Jimin’s house, Namjoon finally sees his future and Y/N learns how to be patient especially with the clumsy prince.

Warnings: Abuse, overbearing mother, and a sex scene

Author’s note: I was inspired by Baby Come To Me and Say Yes by WJSN!

Once upon a time, there was a prince named Kim Namjoon. He was the only child to King Jinyoung and Queen Constance of the Kigia Empire, leaving him alone with a list of responsibilities and expectations. From the age of five, Namjoon always listened to his parents regardless of what it was. From changing his hairstyle to changing schools so his mother could be closer to him, he would always obliged. It wasn’t until he became older that he started to crave for independence.

When he was in his last year of schooling, he met a younger classmate named Park Jimin and they became fast friends. Sure Namjoon had friends within his castle like Kim Seokjin (his advisor), Min Yoongi (his doctor), and Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook (his personal knights) but Jimin was a friend that he made on his own. In the short year, Jimin showed him a life that he never imagined for himself. A life where you get to do whatever you want and experience things that weren't already written on paper. When he graduated, Namjoon was depressed because he knew he would never experience that feeling again but he sent letters to Jimin in secret. Not even his advisor knew.

Namjoon’s twenty-seventh birthday passed and he knew it was time to look for a wife. He put it off for years because he wanted to focus on schooling but now he didn’t have an excuse. He wanted to fall in love with someone that didn’t just see him as a prince because he knew he was more than that. Every year at college, there were always girls around him trying to win his affection but he never gave them attention because he knew it wasn’t real. Something that annoyed his mother, greatly. Which is why Namjoon is sitting in his mothers office this morning and where the story begins.

Namjoon sat nervously in the chair as he watched his mother walk back and forth behind her desk. He’s not stupid, he knows why he was here. His mother was growing impatient with the halt on his love life. He was nervous because he knew his mother always had a plan B when plan A didn’t work and most of the time, Namjoon didn’t have a say on either of the plans.

He looked down at his shoes trying to ignore his mothers mumbles but looked up when it suddenly stopped. She looked at him with a stern look making a single sweat drop go down his neck, “Namjoon, I want you to meet Princess Seeun. Her father wants her to get married soon, so I thought it would be the perfect match for you.”

“Princess Seeun? Mother, Seeun and I don’t get along at all.”

His mother rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, “You don’t have a choice. I left you with the task to find a wife for six years and nothing. Seeun is the perfect choice and you will go through with it. You hear me?”

Namjoon clenched his jaw and nodded his head slowly, “Yes...I hear you.”

When his mother dismissed him, he rushed out of the office as fast as he could. He rubbed his chin as he walked towards his own office ignoring all the maids around him. He needed to come up with a plan and fast.

“Yah! Stop staring outside and take the bread out of the oven!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked towards the oven with annoyance, “I wasn’t even supposed to be here today, Jimin!”

“But you still showed up, no bitching!”

“Shut up!” She took out the sourdough and put it on the cutting board as she placed the new dough in the oven. Jimin walked in the kitchen with two empty trays and placed it on the counter as he let out a deep sigh, “Everyone wants sourdough today, it's annoying.”

“Do you need more rye bread?”

“No but I do need garlic focaccia, Ms. Smith took the last bunch.” Y/N went to the fridge and took a sip of her water and nodded her head as he leaned against the other side of the fridge, “Why were you looking outside the window?”

“I don’t know, I just feel like something happened today. I can’t explain it.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, it's going to turn out good.”

Y/N nodded her head and patted Jimin’s shoulder gently, “I’ll make the focaccia. I just put the sourdough in, you’ll get it soon.”

“Yup, yup. Oh, good job on the walnut cake. It sold out in minutes.”

“Of course it did, I made it.”

Namjoon woke up early the next morning in urgency as he set up a meeting with Jin to discuss his plan. Jimin sent a letter to Namjoon a week before his meeting with his mother talking about how his bakery is doing well and how he should visit. Namjoon put a plan together and he knows his advisor isn’t going to like it. He walked to his office to see Jin already sitting in the chair looking over his notes.

“Good morning, Jin.”

Jin looked up from his notes and got up to bow, “Good morning, prince. You were ten minutes late.”

“All because you were ten minutes early doesn’t mean I was late. Please sit.”

Jin let out a small chuckle as he sat back in his chair as Namjoon moved to sit in his, “So, Namjoon. Why did you want to talk to me? It was very urgent.”

Namjoon nodded his head as he bite lip out of nervousness, “I’m about to tell you something that my parents can not know and I mean it.”

“Did you kill someone?”

Namjoon's eyes widened at this and shook his head quickly, “What? No! Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just assumed the worst.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair as he let out a deep breath, “As you know my mother wants me to get married to princess Seeun.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to get married to her nor date her. So, I made up a plan to avoid that for a short time.”

“Already? It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since she brought it up.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes at this but continued, “Anyways, do you remember my friend from school? Park Jimin?”

Jin raised his eyebrow but nodded his head, “Yeah, Why?”

“I just want to tell you that you did a good job on the meeting last-”

“Just tell me what you need to tell me before I slap you.”

Namjoon nodded his head and turned his chair to avoid Jin’s annoyed gaze, “I’ve been sending letters to Jimin every week.”

“Oh, are you gay?”

“I didn’t want-wait what?”

Namjoon turned his chair around to give his advisor a blank expression who was giving him a concern look, “Are you gay? Is that why you were hiding it? This is a safe place. I want you to know that.”

“No! We were talking about me leaving the castle for a long period to escape life here.”

“So...are you not gay then?”

“I’M NOT GAY!”

Jin nodded his head at this and gave him a confused look, “You were just hiding that you wanted to leave the castle for a time being because you thought I would get mad?”

“Yes?”

“I’m annoyed that you didn’t tell me, not mad. Are you sure your not gay?”

“Yes...I was thinking of leaving this weekend when my mother is tending to the horses.”

Jin nodded his head and looked down at his notes real quick, “I have to tell Jungkook to go with you while Taehyung stays just in case.”

“I understand that. Wait, so you're letting me go? I had a whole speech ready.”

Jin shrugged his shoulders at the shocked prince, “Maybe you’ll find your wife or girlfriend that way. I get that you want to run away from your mother, she can be...too much.”

“My plan isn’t looking for a wife. Especially now that she wants me to get married, I know she won't leave me alone. I just need time away.”

“How long?”

“Three months...”

“THREE MONTHS? DO YOU- I can’t believe you were the top student. How am I going to lie to your parents for three months?”

“I already have a plan.”

Jin sighed and nodded his head, “What is it?”

“Tell them that I am traveling to see princess Seeun.”

Jin's eyebrow twitched at this as he stared at Namjoon with an annoyed look, “You can’t be serious?”

“Very serious.”

“Fucking hell...Okay, I’ll do it. I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Namjoon stood from his chair and leaned against the table, “It takes around five months to get to her castle, it's the perfect lie. Trust me.”

“I have no choice but to trust you, you give me a paycheck.”

Y/N woke early that same morning and headed to the kitchen to see Jimin’s mother making breakfast, “Eomma, why didn’t you wake me up? I would’ve helped you.”

She rolled her eyes as Y/N went into the kitchen to grab an apron, “Put it back on the hook, Y/N. I don’t want you to bake on your day off.”

“I’ll set the plates, is Jimin up?”

“Not yet, love. Can you wake him up for me? This time don’t jump on the bed, I don’t need another injury.”

She let out a small laugh and headed back up the stairs quietly, “Yes, eomma.”

It’s been ten years since Y/N started living with Jimin’s family. When she turned sixteen, Jimin’s mother put her foot down and finally took Y/N out of her family home. After seeing her with a broken arm, Jimin’s father went with Y/N to gather her things and to settle down with them. Since that day, Y/N hasn’t seen her father nor did she want to. Jimin’s parents basically adopted Y/N into their family and his mother had hoped that she would fall in love with Jimin or Jihyun to make her an official Park.

Y/N opened Jimin’s door quietly and she raised her eyebrow at how his body was curved strangely, How can he be comfortable? She shook her head and sat on his bed as she let a gentle smile appear on her face. She grabbed a random pillow on the side and slammed it on his face. He let out a deep groan and pushed the pillow off of him, “Y/N, I'll beat you.”

“Eomma wanted you up, don’t get mad at me.”

She stood up from the bed and put her hair in a messy bun as Jimin sat up in his bed, “Is she making breakfast?”

“Yeah, let's go!”

Y/N leaned against the door frame waiting for Jimin to get up from the bed. When she saw him get out of the bed, she headed back downstairs to put the plates on the table before everyone made their way downstairs.

“Y/N, I heard that Hoseok is making his way back to town soon. Are you excited?”

She rolled her eyes at Jihyun and smacked him gently with a towel, “Hoseok is just my friend, idiot. It’s been awhile since i’ve seen him. I wonder why he's coming back? He didn’t tell me why in his letters.”

“Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise, love.”

She nodded her head and sat down at the table as she looked at the wall with a dreamy expression as her mind overcame her. It’s been two years since she saw Hoseok and the last time they saw each other it didn’t end well. They never talked about that incident again, rather pretending it never happened to keep the strong bond that existed between them. She wanted to confront him but she didn’t want to ruin his visit and meant to do it towards the end of his visit to make things easier for everyone.

“Y/N, yah! Did you hear what I said?”

She turned towards Jimin with a raised eyebrow and shook her head, “What?”

“I’m opening the bakery later today because I feel like it...”

“Why are you telling me? You're the owner and I have the day off.”

Jimin glared at her and tossed a biscuit causing her to let out a grunt, “I’m telling you to be nice.”

It was her turn to glare at him and she picked up the same biscuit throwing it straight at his head, “Next time have better aim, idiot.”

Jimin picked up the biscuit but dropped it when his mother glared at him. His father let out a laugh and took the biscuit from him and bit into it. Y/N gave him a smirk as she took a bite of her eggs, everything will be okay. She has to keep telling herself that in order to move forward. It’s not like a prince was going to drop into her life and save her, that was only for fairy tales and stories.

The next morning, Namjoon kissed his mother on her cheek and waved goodbye to his father as the carriage left his home. Jungkook drove the motorized carriage until Namjoon told him to stop and they hid the carriage in the thick woods from anyone walking down the dirt path. Jungkook put the last camouflage blanket on the carriage and looked at Namjoon with a raised eyebrow, “So, what now?”

“We're going to walk until we see the town. The bakery is called Filter, keep your eyes open for it.”

Jungkook started at Namjoon with his mouth wide open when he heard this new piece of information, “The town is four miles away and we're going to walk!?”

“You like to work out?”

Jungkook shook his head and sighed, “What about your luggage?”

“One bag each should be enough...we’ll buy more clothes when we get there.”

Jungkook nodded his head and scratched the back of his neck, “You sure everything is going to be okay?”

“You're thinking too much. Everything will be fine.” I hope so...

Before they were off Jungkook stopped Namjoon and looked at him with a confused look, “People are going to recognize you, shouldn’t you do something?”

Namjoon snapped his fingers and went to his luggage to pull out a short silver wig, a pair of circle glasses and a white mask. Jungkook watched him put the items as he stared at him with a dumbfounded look, “You think that's going to convince people?”

“Yeah, Jin gave it to me. I think it's going to be fine, you can’t see my face.”

Jungkook continued to stare at him and gave him a nod, “If you want to believe that then I guess I’ll go with it for now.”

“Oh, we should change from our clothes.”

“I can just take off my armor but you, however-” He looked Namjoon up and down with a small smirk on his face, “-you need to change out of the suit. You need to wear casual clothing.”

Namjoon looked down and nodded his head, “You're right, can I wear this?”

He pulled out a collared shirt, making Jungkook’s eyebrow twitch, “You know what, let me pick your outfit and change your so-called disguise.” Jungkook takes out a black beanie from his own luggage and tosses the wig away. He kept the other accessories and nodded his head in approval. He takes out a black crew-neck t-shirt and black jeans with a large tan jacket causing Namjoon to raise his eyebrow, “The jacket is going to hide your body just in case people will recognize it. I don’t want to get caught.”

He nodded his head and stared at Jungkook with a unsure look, “Are you going to turn around?”

Y/N slapped down the enriched dough on the table as she dipped her hand in the flour to knead it. Today, Jimin wanted to open the shop earlier than usual because there were a ton of requests on cinnamon bread and chocolate babka. Being the only one that knows how to make desserts and sweet breads, she had a ton of work to do by herself. As she finished the dough, Jimin came in with a black trash bag taking a deep breath, “Can you take this out for me? I have to watch the bread in the oven.”

“Yeah, can you put this cinnamon bread in there for me.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N picked up the bag with slight struggle but continued to make her way out in the back. She tossed the bag in the trash can and was met with two mysterious figures that made her raise her eyebrow. She looked them up and down when she saw that one of them had a mask and the other one with a black leather jacket, “Ummm...Can I help you?”

“Oh, can we see Park Jimin? We need to discuss something.”

She looked them up and down and gave them a slight nod, “Um, sure. Don’t move.”

Before she walked through the doorway she glanced back at the figures as the one with a leather jacket gave her a friendly smile making her suspicious. She walked back in the kitchen and tapped Jimin’s shoulder, “The bread is almost done-”

“Yeah, nevermind that. There's people in the back wanting to talk to you?”

Jimin looked away from the oven with a raised eyebrow, “To me? Why?”

“I don’t know, maybe they’re past hook up sessions that want a chance with you.”

“Oh, shut up. Watch the bread and take it out when it's done.”

Jimin picked up a towel to wipe his hands as he picked up a bread knife and hid it in his apron as he walked outside. He tilted his head at the sight before him, “Jungkook?”

“Oh, you do remember me. Perfect, Namjoon, take off your mask.”

Namjoon nodded his head and did just that as he looked at Jimin with a pleading look, “Jimin...can I work here for three months.”

Jimin leaned against the doorway as he raised his eyebrow at the young prince, “Did something happen at home?”

Namjoon sighed and shook his head when he was reminded of what happened before he left, “Mother wants me to marry a princess that I hate. Before I do that, I would like to have a somewhat normal life.”

Jimin's eyes widened at this and nodded his head, “Jungkook can work at the front while you work in the back. All you have to do is sort flour and change out the inventory when it gets low...Oh, I also have another worker there but don’t worry she's my sister.”

Namjoon titled his head with a surprised look, “You have a sister?”

“Not by blood but yes. She's easily agitated, so don’t break anything.”

Jungkook and Namjoon looked at each other with raised eyebrows but nodded their heads. Jimin clapped his hand at this and gave them a wide smile and moved to the side to put his hand out to welcome them inside, “Welcome to Filters!”

Y/N finished the last loaf and she turned around to see the two figures that were outside were now inside. She looked them up and down with annoyance because it was clear they weren’t dressed for baking and was confused at why they were there, “Are you lost?”

“Oh, no-”

“Y/N be nice. These are your new coworkers.”

“Coworkers? Them!?”

Jimin nodded his head and handed two free aprons to Namjoon and Jungkook, “This is Jungkook and he will be working in the front and this is...this is Ron.”

Namjoon waved his hand at her as she nodded her head to acknowledge it, “So, what's Ron going to do?”

“He's going to do inventory. I know how hard it is for you and your back has been hurting lately so, he’ll do it. He’s strong so no worries.”

“It wasn’t hard. That’s good to hear. I need to make white bread, have fun.”

She walked away with a slight sway of her hips because she was annoyed that there were new people working in her space but Namjoon only saw her pretty eyes. Jimin let out a small chuckle and patted their shoulders, “That’s as nice as she gets. Jungkook, can you go through that door as I show Namjoon how to do the inventory.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

Jimin turned towards Namjoon with the smile that he remembered from school and watched him point towards a large door, “This is where everything is. Let's go in there before Y/N yells at us.”

Namjoon followed him through the large door and saw all the flour and the many ingredients that are needed for the store. Everything was neat and he felt a small sweat drop go down his neck because he realized he had to keep this neat somehow. Jimin to the flour and turned towards him, “Y/N has the flour organized by type. I just remember to group them with the same color bag but make sure the oldest ones are in the front, that's how Y/N likes to do it.”

Namjoon nodded his head and Jimin picked up a bag of wheat flour, “I’m going to hand you one to see if you're okay with it. Be careful, this bag is kinda ripped on top.”

Namjoon opened his arms for the said bag but what he didn’t know was that Y/N was coming towards the door to get more baking soda. As soon as Namjoon gripped the bag of flour, it spilled open. Jimin blinked at this and shook his head, “Lucky for you we don’t need that flour today.”

“I’m going to kill both of you and it will be a painful death.”

Namjoon's eyes widened and quickly turned around to see Y/N covered in the wheat flour with her eyebrows furrowed at him. He immediately dropped the bag and bowed at her, “I-I AM SO SORRY!!”

Jimin stared at her and burst out laughing, “Oh my god, this is the greatest day of my life!”

Namjoon got up and his eyes were met with the same eyes he thought were pretty before now had a fire behind them. So much for first impressions.

It's been a week since Ron and Jungkook have entered Y/N’s life and honestly it could be worse. Even though the first meeting with Ron didn’t go well, there was something about him that she found so enduring. The way he writes paragraphs about the different spices, flours and other things in the inventory to get a feel of everything. She honestly thought it was kinda cute but that didn’t mean she wasn’t annoyed with him.

During the week, she asked him to watch bread as she took dough out of the mixer to come back to see the bread burnt and another time she asked him to stir milk in the hot pot but somehow the milk evaporated in seconds. Every time there was a mishap, she would push him away and re-do whatever he messed up.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was perfect. Jimin only needed to show him once on how to work the register and take orders. Jungkook was naturally charming and flirty with the customers but Y/N didn’t care as long as business was booming. She also went out with Jungkook a few times when their breaks intertwined with one another. He was pretty easy to talk to and wasn’t so uptight like Ron was.

Ron was always tense and it made her worry with the amount of times his shoulders would tense up in general. She has never seen him without his mask and it got her wondering what was under it. Did he have a huge scare along his chin? Did he have no teeth? She constantly asked these questions to herself but she thought why did it matter to her.

This morning it was just her and Ron as they opened the bakery because Jimin had to clean the house for some reason. She stared at him as she wiped the table, he was reading his notes on flour and she couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Why do you wear that mask?”

Namjoon looked up slowly from his notes and blinked his eyes at Y/N who was staring at him with curiosity, “Umm...I don’t like germs. I’m afraid I’ll get sick so I wear this mask.”

She nods her head at this and throws the dirty towel in the back room, “I respect that. I get it, I don’t like germs that much either then again who does. Can you hand me the all purpose flour?”

Namjoon folded his paper and tucked it away in his pocket and went through the large door as Y/N watched him. His shoulders are very broad...it's kinda attractive. She was snapped out of it when Namjoon slammed the bag of flour on the table making it burst at the seams. Her eyebrow twitched this and she closed her eyes to let out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to slam it. It slipped out of-”

“It's fine…it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Namjoon nodded his head but he knew she was annoyed just by the way she put flour in the bowl. She turned on the radio to listen to music when it shifted to breaking news, making her put her full attention to the little machine, “It has just been informed that the crowned Prince Kim Namjoon is getting to Princess Seeun an arrangement done through the two Kings and announced by Queen Constance, this morning.”

Y/N shook her head and went to change the channel to classical music. She turned around and started adding the ingredients to the flour as she looked at Ron with a frown, “I feel bad for the prince...”

Namjoon looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Oh, why?”

“I can’t imagine getting married to someone that's been arranged. It doesn’t seem fair or even happy.”

Namjoon looked down for a second before looking back at her with a frown that he knows she can’t see, “Living a life that’s already been written for you, it’s a sad life.”

She stopped mixing the flour and looked at him to see his normal bright eyes look dark for a second. The tone of his voice made a shiver run up her back with how deep it was, “Umm..yeah. It’s kind of tragic if I’m being honest.”

“It is tragic even if the person can have everything they want.”

She watched him stare at the table with a longing look but didn’t say anything to him. She nodded her head and watched him go through the large door to the inventory. She wondered if he was okay but she was quickly taken out of her thoughts when Jimin came in with Jungkook. She waved at him gently and she raised her eyebrow when he brought in her favorite flowers, “Why did you get daisies for me? What did you do?”

“You see...Ron and Jungkook told me that they needed a place to stay. So, I thought they would stay with us.”

“Oh, okay if eomma is okay with it.”

Jimin nodded his head and walked towards her wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “You see Jungkook is in the Jihyun’s room and Ron...Ronneedstosleepinyourroom.”

“Excuse me? Repeat that.”

“Ron needs to sleep with you because Jihyun is going to room with me.”

She turned her head and stared at him with a blank expression, “You already told Ron I said it was okay, didn’t you?”

“...Yeah...”

Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed his arm off as Jimin scratched the back of his neck taking a step back. Y/N glanced at the large door and saw Ron standing there with an innocent look making her sigh at how cute he looked. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Fine, you can stay with me. Don’t go through my shit and we won’t have a problem.”

“Yes, thank-”

“Shut up and give me the salt.”

The day went by faster than usual and Y/N thinks it's because everyone stayed clear from her. She was angry that Jimin made a decision without talking to her but she was conflicted with herself at the moment. For some reason she didn’t mind sharing a room with Ron even though she's only known him for a week. There was something soft about the man and it made comfortable around him. Something that annoyed her greatly.

The walk back home was filled with Jimin’s loud voice as she just stayed quiet the whole time as the moon shined on them. It wasn’t until she opened the door that she said something, “Yah, Ron. Follow me.”

Namjoon nodded his head and looked back at Jungkook who just shrugged his shoulders at him. She walked up the stairs and opened the door on the left and Namjoon was surprised to see the room. It was the opposite of what he expected, the room was filled with flowers and stuffed animals. He raised his eyebrow and Y/N looked at him with an annoyed look, “Don’t be shocked. My bed is a queen size so it can fit the both of us unless you're uncomfortable.”

Thank god the mask hid his cheeks because she would see how red he became, “Ye-yeah. I’m fine with that.”

“Can you get out for a second so I can change.”

He nodded his head and turned around but he walked into the opened door as Y/N let out a snort. He turned around and bowed at her and quickly left the room slamming the door closed. She stared at the door with an amused look and changed out of her work clothes into her sweats with her tank top. She opened the door to see Namjoon standing straight as can be and out of his work clothes in simple gray sweats. she tapped his shoulder lightly and he turned around, “Are you alright?”

He turned around and nodded his head, “Thank you for sharing your room with me. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on in, I’m actually heading to bed right now. I’ll wash my face tomorrow, it's my day off anyways.”

He nodded his head and walked in the room as she placed her other pillow on the other side, “I hope this is enough space for you. You are taller than me, so I’m sorry about that.”

“No, no...it's okay. Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed.”

She nodded her head and lifted her blanket up to crawl in as he watched her. She rested her head on her pillow and she noticed he wasn’t moving. She lifted her head to look at him with a raised eyebrow, “Are you coming to bed or you're going to stand there all night?”

Namjoon shook his head and got in the bed as she watched him, “Are you going to wear your mask to bed?”

“Yeah, sorry. Is that okay?”

“As long as it makes you comfortable. Goodnight, Ron.”

He watched her turn around and let a small smile appear on his face, “Goodnight, Y/N...”

A month later, Y/N can confirm that she had a small crush on Ron. He was just so cute and clumsy that Y/an couldn’t help it. The amount of times he had dropped flour and the mixing bowl was too many to count but now she doesn’t get as mad anymore. She thought it was funny how quick he is to apologize to her and bow. Jungkook has become a good friend to her and the two constantly make bread with Jimin while Ron watches. Y/N tried teaching him how to make bread or even cake and somehow he burnt the flour. She has never seen that happen but again she thought it was funny. Even though it's been a month since Ron has been in her life, she still hasn’t seen his whole face. She wanted to see his whole face and she knew no matter what was under the mask, she would like it.

Hoseok’s mother came to the bakery and told her that Hoseok is arriving any day now and it made her nervous to see him. After Jimin's constant questioning, she finally told him what happened between them and he couldn’t help but feel bad for him while she rolled her eyes. She did feel bad for a moment for telling Jimin but she did feel like a weight was off her shoulders.

Namjoon was feeling guilty for hiding his true identity from her and he wanted to tell her who he really was. This month has been the happiest he felt since he was in school. The feeling that he missed and now he doesn’t want to let go of the happiness that he missed so desperately. They had moments together that made his heart flutter.

At night whenever they were heading to bed, Y/N and him would talk for hours before falling asleep. They would talk about anything, their views on things, Y/N’s new recipes for the bakery, Namjoon’s love for plants and even his plans for the future. When they opened the bakery together in the morning, Y/N would help him get the flour out and she would show him steps on how to make the dough. His favorite moment when she booped his nose with flour and let out a genuine laugh, something he never heard before. Her face looked so happy when she laughed and it was something he wanted to see everyday.

Today there was something in the air that felt different. It was Y/N’s day off while Namjoon went to the bakery, meaning she was left alone. Everyone was at work and usually Y/N would feel relaxed being by herself but she was on edge today. She made her bed and headed downstairs to read or tend to the gardens when she heard a knock at the door. Her eyebrow raised at this as she made her way to the door. She opened the door without a care and she met with a sight that shocked her, “ Hoseok?”

He gave her a wide smile as she stared at his face with shock. Hoseok has changed in the years that he's been gone to school and how his jawline has sharpened, his hair was styled to show off his forehead, his braces were gone and there was something different with his aura. She admits that he's gotten handsome from the years but that didn't change her feelings, “Y/N...you look great.”

She gave him a gentle smile and opened the door wider for him to enter, “Come in, I’ll make tea. Your mother came by the bakery and told me you were coming but I didn’t think it would be the following week.”

He walked through the familiar setting and smiled when the memories of his childhood flooded his mind. The moments that he shared with Y/N and Jimin were moments that made him the happiest but he knew he ruined it with Y/N. He entered the kitchen to see Y/N placing a pink mug and leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched her move. She changed from the years and he smiled when he saw her bite her lip as she poured the water into the cup.

She looked up at him as she put the pot back on the stove with a confused look, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

He picked up his cup and inhaled the green tea smell. He put the cup back down and looked at Y/N with a smirk on his face, “Wanted to surprise my favorite person.”

“Obviously that didn’t work because your mom knew.”

“I’m not talking about my mom.”

She scoffed at this and added sugar to her cup as she avoided his flirty stare, “Did you visit the bakery yet?”

“Umm...no, I wanted to see you first.”

“I guess we're going to the bakery then.”

Namjoon was putting the bread into the display case as Jungkook gave him a thumbs up, “Having fun?”

“It’s kinda boring without Y/N...”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow and turned towards him with a smirk on his face, “You like her don’t you.”

Namjoon dropped the empty tray and glanced at him with wide eyes, “Shut up, Jimin could hear you.”

“He already knows, we talk about it when we open the bakery together. It’s obvious you two like each other. It’s kinda cute, Mr. Prince.”

He rolled his eyes at this and looked at the door when the small bell chimed. He squinted his eyes when he saw Y/N with a man walking way too close to her and it was obvious Y/N was annoyed with this. He didn’t understand why she didn’t say anything to him but he quickly lost that thought when he watched Y/N take him in the back. He glared at the closed door and Jungkook let out a small laugh, “Jealous?”

“Shut up.”

He placed the tray on the counter behind the display and headed to the kitchen to see the man leaning against the wall talking to Jimin. He watched the two interact as Y/N looked at the dough in the mixer. He walked towards her as his eyes never left the mystery man, “I thought today was your day off?”

She looked away from the dough and gave him a small smirk, “I don’t really get breaks, I had to check on you. Had to make sure you didn't break another bag of flour.”

Namjoon let out a small laugh as he scratched the back of his neck in his nervous manner, “I haven’t done that in awhile...Who is that?”

She glanced at what he was staring at and shrugged her shoulders, “It's Hoseok...he's our childhood friend. He's been gone for a while and it's his first time visiting.”

He nodded his head and kept glancing between Hoseok and her but stopped when he felt her hand gripping his shoulder gently, “I’ll help on the inventory while those two talk. It could be hours until I can go back home.”

She laced her fingers with his and headed towards the large door as Hoseok watched closely with a small glare. He looked back at Jimin and let out a sigh, “who was that?”

“Oh thats, Nam-Ron. His name is Ron.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrow at this but nodded his head, “Is Y/N and him close?”

“Yeah, they’ve been spending more time together but we all hang out.”

Hoseok nodded his head as he tried to listen to what Jimin was talking about but he couldn't focus. He kept glancing at the large door and knew that Ron and Y/N were in there together and it made him annoyed. Inside the large room, Y/N sat on the floor with Namjoon as they went through the different kinds of flour. During this, Namjoon stopped moving and he watched Y/N’s hair fall out of her braid causing him to smile softly.

She raised her eyebrow when she saw him sitting still and turned her body towards him, “Is there something wrong?”

Namjoon nodded his head as he bit his lip as he glanced at the floor before glancing back up at her, “I need to tell you something tonight...”

She gave him a concerned look and slowly nodded her head, “Did you kill someone?”

“What? No. Why do people go to the worst scenarios?”

She shrugged her shoulders and let out a small laugh, “It's better to think the worst so you can get ready for the worst.”

He laughed at this and nodded his head as he looked at Y/N who had a wide grin. He leaned forward and pushed her hair behind her ear as she froze at the soft touch he gave her. He stared at her as she returned the stare and she glanced down at the mask with a frown, “Will I ever see your face?”

“Tonight...”

Before she could say anything Hoseok walked in with an annoyed look glaring at the scene before him, “Are you ready to head back?”

Y/N looked up at Hoseok and nodded her head, “Yeah...i’ll meet you in the front.”

Hoseok nodded his head and he lingered a few seconds but he turned around to do what she said. She glanced back down at him with a soft smile, “Do you mean it?”

“Yes...I also have to tell you something. I promise everything will make sense.”

She nodded her head and they both stood up but before she walked out the door she turned back at him giving him one last smile, “I trust you.”

Namjoon nodded his head and gave her a small wave as he watched leave. He took a deep breath as he leaned against the wall, Fuck...

That same night, Y/N waited in the living room for them to return. Her leg was bouncing as she stared down at her fingers. Hoseok was staying the night because Jimin’s mother thought it would be good for him to stay for dinner and then sleep on the couch so she could catch up with him in the morning. Much to her annoyance, Hoseok agreed and he was sleeping on the other side of the couch.

When she heard the door unlock, she got up and walked towards the front and she smiled when she saw Ron coming in last. He smiled at her and moved forward ignoring the smudged looks on Jimin and Jungkook’s face. He grabbed her hand and headed towards the garden in the backyard to have their moment.

They sat on the swing as the flowers surrounded them and the small lights in the garden that made Y/N look so soft to him. It was silent between them for a few minutes until Namjoon grabbed her hand again, “I’m sorry...”

She gave him a confused look and raised her eyebrow, “For what?”

“I need to show you, the real me...”

She nodded her head but her face had a mixture of fear and curiosity as she waited for him to say or do whatever he needed. He took off the hat and the glasses as he took a deep breath before removing the mask. Her eyes widened at the person before her and her mouth went dry, “Prince Namjoon?” He nodded his head slowly and looked down at the ground in shame for lying but looked back up when he heard laughing, “Thank god Ron isn’t your real name.”

“What why?”

“It didn’t match you.”

Namjoon's eyes widened and he let a shy smile appear, “That was on Jimin...”

“I’m going to assume that Jimin knew the real you.”

He nodded his head and frowned, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Was it because you arranged marriage?”

Again he nodded his head, “I wanted to live a normal life but then I got to know you and my reasons changed.”

She stared at him as her heart fluttered, “What was the reason?”

“I wanted to stay with you...”

He finally put his full attention on her as he stared at her with pure fire behind his eyes and she knew that he was serious about what he was saying. She smiled at this but then a frown appeared as she stared at him, “But you don’t know the real me.”

“I would like to...I know that Jimin is your chosen family...”

She nodded her head at this and glanced down at the flowers that were on the side of them, “My father...he wasn’t the kindest person. I just remember he pushed me down the stairs because I didn’t want to buy him alcohol and I woke up in Jimin’s arms. I broke my arm and Jimin’s mother said that it was enough. Before that incident, my father used to hit me. My mother passed away when I was younger and I was left with him. I pitied him. I wanted to help him because my mother loved him at one point, so I tried to love him as well. Jimin’s father helped me pack my things up and the rest is history.”

Namjoon gave her a sad look and grabbed her hand to bring her small hand up to his lips as he gently kissed her knuckles. Her eyes widened at this and her face turned a light red color, “I’m sorry you went through that. No one deserves that.”

“It's the past and now I’m happy.”

He let go of her hand as he leaned forward to press his forehead against hers as she gave him a small smile, “Are you happy?”

“I’m happier now...”

They didn't say anything and he watched a small tear go down her face as he gently wiped it away. Namjoon pressed his lips onto hers and they both closed their eyes. The kiss was passionate as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. The two continue to share a moment but unaware to them someone was watching at the glass door.

The next week, Namjoon and Y/N cuddled at night as they talked about random things. He would kiss her forehead and hold her hand at random times making her feel happy. Hoseok wasn’t seen after the day he slept over and he even missed out on talking to Jimin’s mother. His disappearance didn’t concern her because she was too focused on her new relationship.

Namjoon and Y/N opened the bakery and the two got ready for the day. Y/N was kneading the dough as Namjoon came behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She let out a small laugh when she felt him going side to side with her, “Namjoon, I have to make bread.”

“I know but I just missed you in my arms.”

“So cheesy.”

There was a knock on the back door and both of them turned at the door with a confused look. He let go of her waist and kissed her forehead, “I’ll check the door.”

She nodded her head and turned back to kneading the dough as Namjoon opened the back door. His eyes widened when he saw his other knight standing there with a sad look, “Taehyung? What are you doing here?”

He bowed his head at the prince and gave him another sad smile, “The queen demands you and Jungkook to make your way back to the castle.”

“How did she find out?”

“Someone from this town told her and princess Seeun is waiting for you at the castle.”

Namjoon's eyes widened and shook his head, “Tae, I can leave...I’m happy here.”

He glanced at Y/N’s back and then back at his knight, “Please don’t make me go.”

Taehyung let out a sad sigh as he glanced down at the floor, “Your mother has Jin and Yoongi in cells because they let you go. If you don’t come back then they stay and Jungkook and I will lose our medals from war.”

“She can’t do-”

“She can and she will. Namjoon, I know you're happy here. I can feel it from you but I don’t know what to do.”

Y/N came from behind and rubbed his shoulders gently, “Namjoon, is everything okay?” He closed his eyes and turned around as she saw the small tears in his eyes making her worry, “Namjoon?”

“I have to go back...my mother is going to hurt the people that helped me get here. If she finds you out then....I don’t want to know what she would do to you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this but he looked at him with pure understanding, something he hated. She nodded her head at this and Namjoon glanced at Taehyung, “Give me a moment.”

He nodded his head and walked away from them. Namjoon turned towards Y/N as she continued to stare at him. Namjoon creased her cheek and she leaned into it with her eyes closed knowing this meant it would be the last time she would ever feel his touch. Namjoon leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her forehead, nose and then her lips. The two kissed as Y/N shook from pure sadness because she finally got what she wanted after years of being alone, she finally felt whole but now it was getting taken away.

When they both pulled away, Namjoon kissed her forehead again and she kissed his cheek, “When you marry her…please try to be happy for your sake and mine.”

He swallowed back a sob and nodded his head, “And you please be happy…”

They both stared at each other and nodded their heads knowing what had to be done. She watched him leave Taehyung until she couldn’t see the figures anymore. She closed the door and she stared at the ground with a blank expression. Then she finally snapped. She leaned against the door as a loud sob left her mouth. She brought her knees to her forehead as she hugged her leg, curling herself into a ball. Nothing in this world could make her feel better.

She heard footsteps from the front and stood up as she tried her best to wipe away the tears. She looked and saw Hoseok with flowers in hand as he stared at her. She glared at this and crossed her arms, “what are you doing?”

“Giving you flowers?”

She huffed out air as she shook her head at him, “Hoseok, shouldn’t get the idea that I don’t like you. Even when you kissed me before you left and I pushed you off, shouldn’t that be the moment you realized I don’t like you.”

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders making Y/N get madder, “Now that the prince is gone, you can focus on me.”

“Hoseok, I don’t-wait…you were the one that told the castle that Namjoon was here.”

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders again as he leaned against the door frame, “Yeah and what of it.”

She glared at the man before her and walked up to him. Thinking she was going to give him a kiss, he learned forward and pucker up his lips which disgusted her. She brought her fist up and punched his chin so hard that Hoseok saw stars. He fell onto his back and knocked out as she let out a deep sigh when Jimin walked in with a frantic look.

“Jungkook left and-is Hoseok on the floor?”

She nodded her head and wiped her hand on her jeans. She walked towards Jimin with a smirk on her face, “We're going to crash a wedding.”

“I’m down.”

Namjoon stood at the semi empty church as his parents stood next to him with wide grins. Namjoon looked at Jin who gave him a sad look and he looked at the priest who had a bored look. In another room Seeun stared at herself with her lavish wedding dress with a smirk on her face as her lady in waiting stood next to her with a fearful look.

“Your majesty, would you like some water?”

“Alica, all you do is talk. It’s annoying, I wish my parents sealed your lips when they had the chance like the last one.”

Alice nodded her head and her lips became a straight line scared to say anything else, “LEAVE! If you're not going to help me then you can leave.”

Alice nodded her head and made her out of the room as Seeun looked back at herself in the mirror with a smirk. She knew that if she married Namjoon she would gain more power and more wealth, everything she deserved in life. She hated Namjoon because all he cared about was his education and not on relationships. She even tried showing her breasts to him but all he did was ignore her, something she didn’t like.

There was a knock on the door causing her to roll her eyes. She picked up her large skirt and opened the door with an annoyed look. She opened the door and glared at whoever was there, “What-”

Before she could finish her sentence she was met with a bowl knocking her out on the floor. Y/N looked down at the girl and turned back to Jungkook and Jimin with a sheepish look, “I’m sure she's fine.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and he took the veil off of her head and gave it to Y/N with a smile on his face, “Go get your prince charming.”

“Oh go choke.”

She ran off and took a deep breath as she stared at the large door with an anxious look. Beyond this door was the man that she could possibly see a future with but there was also his parents, the parents that took him away from her. She cracked her neck and opened the door wide as she walked down the aisle with demanding force while Namjoon stared at her with a shocked look.

“Who is this Namjoon?”

“I’m his girlfriend and I’m here to take him back...if you let me because you have the power to kill me...”

She was now at the front of the church standing next to Namjoon as he stood there with a proud smile. His mother stared at the girl with wide eyes and a grin slowly appeared on her face making Y/N take a step back as she was creeped out. She walked up to her and brought her into a tight hug as Y/N felt weird from human touch from the stranger that took him away in the first place, “I knew he had a girlfriend, he just didn’t want to tell me. She's a pretty one, good job.”

“What the fuck...”

She released her and looked at Namjoon with a wide grin, “Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend? This wedding wouldn’t have happened.”

“Mother, we're not going to get married yet...Please let us date like normal people and then get married if we want that...”

She nodded her head and looked at Jin clapping her hands as Namjoon and Y/N watched her with wide eyes. She turned towards Namjoon and shook her head, “I think your mom...is losing it.”

“I...I’m sorry you came all the way here for this to happen.”

She looked at him with the softest look that he has ever seen, “As long as you're with me...”

He smiled at this and brought her into a tight hug as she returned it, “Thank you for coming to me...”

“Anything for the prince.”

His mother turned back to them and she gave Namjoon a stern look, making him put Y/N behind him, “Namjoon, if you don't get married by the age of thirty-five then I will pick your wife. That is a promise.”

“Mother, I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

Namjoon glanced behind at Y/N who was already looking up at him with a soft smile. His mother nodded her hand and clapped her hands again, “This is the happiest day of my life.”

Jungkook and Jimin ran down the aisle and stopped when they saw Namjoon’s mother smiling widely and clapping her hands. Jimin raised his eyebrow and glanced to see Namjoon and Y/N holding each other. He smiled at this and he couldn’t wait to tell his mother about this. Y/N looked up at Namjoon and kissed his chin softly making him let out a chuckle, “Namjoon...”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t go baking my heart.”

He let out a chuckle and leaned down to place his lips on hers as she returned the kiss. The happy ending that they both wanted in their lives was finally given to them. All it took was a runaway prince working at a bakery.

Extended ending:

A year later, Namjoon had two lives. One life, he's the prince of Kigia that took care of duties and the second life, he helps at Filter with Jimin and Y/N. In the past year has been pure bliss. Y/N and Namjoon's relationship was everything he wanted from a partner with the added feature of Y/N being sassy. He spent the weekends at Y/N’s while Y/N would spent half the week with Namjoon at the castle. Which is where this story starts...

Once the door is locked from the inside, Namjoon pounced on Y/N and pushed her against the door, careful enough not to hurt her like the last time. His lips smashed against hers and she quickly returned the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his hands all over her back. She reached up with her small hands cupping his face as the passionate kiss slowly turned into a gentle one. He tilted his head to the side while delivering sweet kisses on her lips. He stops for a moment and rests his forehead on hers as they both stare at each other.

She smiled at him, caressing him before her hands slid down to rest on his chest feeling the rhythm of his heart. He slowly pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear as his fingers drift down to lightly massage her nape, “All this because I made you bread...”

He didn’t say anything but his eyes sure did. She couldn't tear her gaze away from them as she saw his pupils are dilated and his eyes are now a darker shade of brown. He let out a deep chuckle and nodded his head, “I love it when you bake things for me.”

He stroked the back of her neck as she leaned into his touch with a smile, “And I love baking for you, my darling.”

The approving smirk sent a shiver down her back and she bit her lip in anticipation for whatever this was going to turn into. She felt his fingers touch the zipper of her dress, pulling it all the way down to her lower back. He glanced at her face as she gave him a gentle nod. As the strapless dress begins to slip away from her body, he runs his hands down the corset covered back. A habit she picked up because of his mother but he didn’t mind it this time. The creamy white undergarment fitted her perfectly and he struggled not to moan at the feel of the lace under his touch.

The gentle touch changed when he ignited a wet kiss along her neck, occasionally nibbling the exposed skin. She let out a fairly loud moan at the sudden action and he grunted at the sound. His eyes fluttered open to look at her and he smirked when he saw a blissful expression. The hands that were resting on his chest tightened his dress shirt as he continued to attack her neck. His lips traveled down to her bare shoulder and he continued to kiss the exposed skin, leaving marks that she would have to hide from Jimin or she was going to get made fun of again. His hands were roaming freely, touching her everywhere before they settled on squeezing her butt. She let out another moan at his touch and the dress was slowly going down her body but it wasn’t entirely off yet.

He slowly took the dress off of her body and picked her up bridal style and headed to the bed but of course he almost fell from the dress. She let out a loud laugh as his face turned red and looked at her with a pout, “Y/N don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help it. I love how you have two sides.”

He raised his eyebrow at this and he gently placed her on the bed as he stared at her to see her left in her undergarments and thigh-high stockings. He stares lustfully at her exposed skin as he makes himself comfortable between her legs, hovering over her, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Her face turned red as she worked on the buttons to his shirt as she rolled her eyes, “You know...how you can be so clumsy but also have a dominant side. It’s sexy.”

He rolled his eyes at this and slipped off his dress shirt and his eyes landed on her corset-covered breast. She followed his stare and let out a small laugh, “I mean you do like-”

“No more bread puns. I’m trying to fuck you.”

Before she could say anything he yanks down the corset causing her breasts to pop up by the corset. Not even a second later, his mouth engulfs a hardened nipple with his fingers pulled and twisted at the other one.

“Ah, Joonie.”

He chuckles sinfully and she shudders at the vibration on her breast as she buried her fingers in his hair. Tugging it lightly each time he does something that feels good. One of his hands moved down to unbuckle his belt as the other one touched her breast one last time and moved it downwards slowly. Caressing her bare stomach before he teasingly cups her down there and she lets out a small whimper from the touch.

“A-ah.”

She let out a moan when he began rubbing her through her underwear with his fingers and he chuckled at the sound. Her breath hitched when he pulled down the garment and he smiled when he saw how wet she was already. He sat up on the bed and tossed the garment to the side as she watched him with a smile on her face. He stared at the thigh high stockings with a smile as he caressed her thighs as she raised her eyebrow, “Are you not going to take it off?”

“What? Why would I do that? You look sexier with them on.”

“Noted...”

“God, you're beautiful.” He leans forward and kisses her hard as her moan is muffled by his lips. As the kiss continued, she felt his clothes erection pushing against her and she could only grow wetter at the feeling. He leaned away and was going to go between her legs but she stopped him, causing him to raise his eyebrow, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t want you to eat me out, please just fuck me.”

Namjoon blinked his eyes at her blunt response and nodded his head, “Whatever you want...”

He positions himself and slides into her as her hands fly to his back to hold on to. Her hips coming to meet him pulling him deeper into her, “Aah.” She moaned once he was fully in while his hands gripped the sheets that were near her head at how good she felt. He leans down and kisses her in another gentle moment and she happily returns the kiss.

Her stocking-clad legs are now wrapped around his hips while his hands are squeezing her breast. The sight of her bare naked with white stockings was turning him on more than he thought it would. Without hesitation he begins to move in and out of her.

“Fuck...I love you.” He murmurs near her ear causing her eyes to widen at the sudden confession and she wanted to say it back but the only thing that left her lips was a moan.

The room was silent except for the sound of pants and the slick wet sound each time Namjoon thrusted his hips against Y/N’s hips. She closed her eyes tightly when he started to go faster as he leaned forward to kiss the top of her breast.

“A-ah, Joonie!” she whined out as he repeatedly slammed into a particular spot, “Joonie!!”

He moved hard and fast driving himself in and out of her until the bed creaks bundle the weight and her breasts were bouncing from the force. He feels her hot, wet walls tightening on him and he groans loudly in pleasure. He knows she's close and he knows he's going to be following her soon.

The groan he lets out was enough to send her over the edge and she let out a small cry as he pounds into her to release inside. He let out a moan of her name and the two of them pant, bare bodies glistening in sweat as Namjoon leaned forward giving her a soft kiss on her lips. She opened her eyes and gave him a soft smile that made his heart skip a beat, “I love you too my idiot prince.”

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it’s a royal order - jjh

⤑ summary: one of your royal campaigns became a success, and your bodyguard jaehyun was there to see it all happen. it’s only fair to celebrate, right?

⤑ pairing: jaehyun x female reader

⤑ word count: 2k

⤑ genre: fluff, suggestive (dirty talk, jaehyun got a daddy kink, superiority complex!!), implied smut | bodyguard!jaehyun, princess!reader, slight enemies to lovers!au, modern royal!au (where south korea remains under monarchial power)

⤑ warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, family problems and therapy, explicit language

⤑ author’s note: this is definitely less emotional than all i do is wait! i got this idea from a show i really enjoyed before it got cancelled named the royals. specifically, i really liked the story of eleanor and jasper, which is the whole princess x bodyguard dynamic. the pining and tension, ugh! if you know this show or not, it doesn’t matter. anyways, thank you for the 30+ followers and 200 notes on aidiw! enjoy!

i need holy water because of this piece.

⤑ credits to jeongjaehyuns for the gif above uwu

⤑ leave me some feedback, constructive criticism or hellos!

“On behalf of the royal family, I would like to extend my utmost support for the Anti-School Violence campaign for all students to have a safer and more meaningful learning environment.” You proudly announced to the board of officials alongside other influential individuals in Korean society.

Being the only princess in the current royal line may have its pressures, but holding a strong, direct impact for a brighter future for the people motivated you to take advantage of your platform for the better. As the image of pure innocence and revamped women empowerment, you aimed to accomplish all the things your mother wished she could before her untimely death alongside your personal aspirations.

Expressing genuine joy with the campaign, with a tinge of desire to annoy the old-fashioned and closeminded officials, your prying eyes were more enamored by a certain man in the back clapping by the ballroom doors. You can’t help but act flustered whenever he witnessed you in a state of success and satisfaction.

This man went by the name Jeong Jaehyun, your trusted bodyguard since you were in your early twenties. 3 years later, he still stuck by your side and helped you endure all the darkness as a royal.

Back then, you went through a rebellious phase that was ruining the image of your family. Clubbing almost every night, drugs, skipping school, you even managed to get all assigned bodyguards to quit! The media ate up all your tricks, turning them into scandals. That was the plan, of course. You desired your own freedom from all the royal obligations because you didn’t ask to be born into that lifestyle. To all of your peers who wished to be in your footsteps, you would’ve impulsively passed your title to them. There’s so much deception that lies behind the glitz and glam of it all.

This unexpected change in your former untainted attitude came to the point that your father, the king himself, stepped in and personally assigned one of his men to get you in check. He figured that appointing a guard nearest your age may lessen the tension and mend you back together.

In the start, you absolutely despised him. There was no way to fool him when you were up to no good. He easily found your alcohol and drug stash which he disposed of on the spot and stood by your bedroom door every night so you wouldn’t sneak out past curfew (which your father also strictly implemented).

One big turning point in your relationship was when he rushed you to the royal hospital when you drank a cocktail that went unnoticeably spiked. To think that this was a typical social gathering with other royals and officials, you’re a constant target to many. You didn’t wake up for a few days, and the entire time, Jaehyun willingly stood by your bedside and outside your hospital room.

Since that and more instances your father insisted you get involved in royal affairs, you softened up. As cliché as it was, the more time spent with him, the more you knew about him and vice versa. He was the one that got you to fully open up about your grief towards your late mother, encouraging you to seek help. Turns out you weren’t as different as you thought despite your differing ranks in society when he also had a void for a missing parent. In his case, it was his father, who ditched his family for his mistress. Silently, you helped each other recover from your traumas alongside therapy. From dreading his presence, you started treating him more casually. Your father’s tactic of assigning a bodyguard around your age admittedly worked.

Oh, how time flies.

This campaign was the last thing on your weekend agenda, so you had the entire late afternoon and evening to yourself. Bowing one last time to the audience, you stepped down from the platform and accepted the soft hand of your bodyguard, who quickly made his way to you despite the flashing cameras. It was something he got used to as it is part of the job.

Once he successfully ushered you out of the ballroom, his hand still held yours. Nothing new, except this event was quite public and you didn’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas. Strolling down one of the many hallways in the palace became a pastime for the both of you, where no one can catch you. It was a safe haven within the destructive life of the Park kingdom.

“You did phenomenal as I expected, your highness.” Jaehyun complimented, recalling your panic the night before as the stage fright hit strong when you were reciting your speech to him over and over again.

“We are in private, Jaehyun. Must you really use those formalities with me?” You taunted, bobbing your head sideways mockingly. With him could you felt like a normal young adult, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jaehyun loved being frisky with you, catching you get irked up. And he was up to do it again.

“Hmm last time we strolled these halls, Yuta caught us making out after a successful meeting with the Prime Minister.”

You gasped at his statement, conscious of whoever may be in the vicinity. But before you could refute, your hand that was interlocked with his were mightily slammed against the white wall. You lost your breath for a moment, his warm body closely on yours. His free hand freely roamed up and down your covered waist. His lips were dangerously near your neck, where you’re sensitive. Your hips naturally grinded against him to release the pent-up tension.

“Something tells me you want to do it again, princess?” Now he’s just using your title as a pet name, but you couldn’t complain. It just hits differently when the situation was set up like this.

“I deserve it, don’t I? Got a lot of those hell-driven officials on my side for this round.” You raised both your brows cockily, licking your lips.

“Hell yeah, you do.” Finally, he rids of the tension and plants open kisses on your bare neck. Your throaty moans were uncontrollable, and you could care less.

“My princess,”

Kiss.

“So intelligent,”

Kiss.

“So benevolent,”

Kiss.

“So helpful,”

Kiss.

“But,” He changed his pace and direction, swollen lips near your ear.

“But?” You question naïvely. He scoffed, smirking at your antics of playing dumb.

“But a total slut for her bodyguard.” He dominantly planted his lips against yours, one of his veiny hands gripping on your waist and the other by the arch of your butt. He was hungry, needy even. Due to your shared schedules, it’s been a constant struggle to have proper alone time from the snooping eyes of Korean society. After all, it wasn’t in the norm for a princess to fall deep for her bodyguard. Nor were you sure you would be accepted by anyone. Yuta, the bodyguard of your oldest brother, the crowned prince Jinyoung, finding the both of you at that time was a total shock but didn’t care either.

All that mattered was that your feelings towards each other are real and strong. Accepted or not, you had each other.

All this lust put you in a daze, wanting much more than another smooch fest in the hallway. Tugging on his belt, he squeezed your butt tightly. You emitted a moan, which allowed his tongue access. No way could you keep your hands to yourself, touching his upper body and the flexing of his abdominal muscles from his button-up. You felt his now hard member poking through.

Analyzing your area, you were on the other side of the palace. Farther to your bedroom where numerous rendezvouses were made, one kink you’ve considered in the past amplified your mind. Considering this area was also the king’s side, and he was abroad for royal affairs, this was your chance.

“I have an idea, my love. You up for it?” You rose a brow at your lover, challenging him. Not one to overpower this man in bed, but always suggesting a way on how to spice it up.

“And what exactly does your feral brain want to do with me, princess?” His finger lifted your chin so you meet eye to eye. You can just see the fire still burning, and oh how you were ready to intensify it.

“The main ballroom, where my father and late mother’s throne rest, are a few doors away.” Your fingers signal him to lower his stance as his tall height was difficult to reach. With a sneaky smirk,

“Let me ride you in the king’s throne, my love.” Your lips brushed over his and sucked his bottom lip, tugging him by his belt. He groaned, squeezing your butt. “It’s a royal order.”

“Nasty, your highness. Insanely nasty, you are.” His hands hoisted your waist, boosting you up in his arms. You gasped with profanities, ravenously cut off by his lips again. His nails digging deep in your bare thighs, your legs naturally linked themselves around his torso while your arms passionately intertwined his broad neck.

In between kisses, he carried you to the said main ballroom. One of your wildest imaginations, just a second away. This room remained to be the only place without any guards stationed technological advancements or updated interior designs to preserve its traditional beauty. Dated as far as the 19th century, only special events were held and the highest of the high were allowed inside. Spacious, surrounded by gold linings majestic paintings of angels from above with a huge crystal chandelier right above the center. Right ahead, the original thrones that your ancestors, grandparents, and parents sat on when they were throned in its pure glory.

Pushing your lover on the king’s throne, the gold sun-like rays plastered behind the headrest, he cockily leaned back and manspread his legs for comfort. He rubbed his hands before patting his thigh, waiting for your submission. But you weren’t going to give in just yet.

Not when you prepared a mini-show just for him underneath your designer silk dress.

Jaehyun’s solemn eyes marveled over your gorgeous figure as you stripped down one strap after the other. Due to its silk fabric, it effortlessly dropped down to your figure to reveal a new set of black lace lingerie from your previous trip to Paris. Ages ago, Jaehyun unhesitatingly ripped your favorite ones during his birthday, so you decided to get a mature version of it. A version where your bra lifted your breasts more and undies hiked up to your waist to elongate your legs. Only for the eyes of yourself and the man in front of you, establishing that you were a powerful woman who can be absolutely anyone she can be. Princess, a normal young adult, or his slut, it’s up to you how you see yourself.

Jaehyun mumbled all the profanities he could think of at the moment. Looking like a divine angel when the sun from outside shuns behind you, his slacks tightening so much more than a while ago.

“All this for me?” He ogled shamelessly, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and untying his necktie. “What did I do to deserve such regal treatment?”

You sneered at his comment, stepping out your dress in your heels and stationing right in front of his luring lap. “You’ve always been there for me, thick and thin. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Lowering yourself to straddle him, his breath hissed when your damp core collided with his crotch. Distracted and caught in your trap, “I don’t think you answered my question, my love.”

Rather than a verbal response, he roughly pulled you back in for a kiss. His hands scattered to explore from your back down to your waist. Your hands messily ran through his hair, tugging on some when your body got too sensitive to his wild touches. The thrilling sounds of the two of you drowning in your fiery romance bounced throughout the ballroom, not minding if anyone passed by the hallways outside. It was a private room after all, and whatever happens here, stays here.

Rolling on his crotch while his lips trailed down to your collarbones, the quick snap of your bra wires echoed. The tight lift lessened as Jaehyun’s fingers dropped the straps, unveiling your bare chest covered in his marks.

“Enough playing, princess. Let daddy have some real fun with you.”

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