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#wadda hell bulnosaur this is SO CHEESY but I kind of love it asdfghjkl
thepixelelf · 2 years
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Golcha jibeom and the color hmmm dust pink! (If you allow for the dusty pink to have a few sparkles, then add the sparkles too)
first kiss drabble game
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[the colour of timeless elegance] Sunlight filters into the ballroom from each west-facing window, bathing the dancers in a warm glow as they glide over the polished floor. Your clothes shimmer in the rays, a beautiful, rosy colour that Jibeom would not be able to take his eyes off of if only he weren't enamoured with you, and the way your lips call to him.
The way his lips yearn to answer.
"I wish this song could last forever," you muse as you dance. "It's so beautiful."
"Yes," he says, absentmindedly.
The steps come easily to you, now, after hours of practising that you only agreed to because Jibeom asked. It wasn't usual, for a royal tutor to dance at a prince's birthday ball, but he'd convinced you.
While we still can, he'd said. Please, dance with me.
Jibeom tries to pulls you close, just as the dance requires, but you tense the muscles in your arms, keeping distance.
"Your father has already chosen eligible suitors," you say, refusing to meet his eyes. "You are to meet them tomorrow."
"Please do not speak of that. Not here, now. When I am with you."
You take a breath, and Jibeom simply wants to hold you closer. There are eyes everywhere.
"I wish we had more time, Your Highness," you admit. "I am afraid, however, that I have overstayed my welcome."
Jibeom takes your hand and presses it flat over his chest. "You know that isn't true."
"You are to marry within the year."
The sentence, from you, over the many times he's heard his parents; the king; the queen, say it, sounds final.
"Unless I show them," he pleads of you, desperately.
You sigh. "Show them what, Your Highness?"
"That there is already someone I love."
You falter in your step, a flash of the clumsy tutor he fell in love with yet never had the courage to pursue. Until now.
He pulls you close, and your arms go slack as you let him. His lips slot over yours, and he closes his eyes to the outside world, to the gasps from the nobles surrounding you both, to the idea that anything or anyone could keep him from loving you. He kisses you with everything he meant to say since falling for you.
You return the kiss, desperately and unapologetically, and he falls all over again.
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