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hey, are you doing well? I just stumbled upon this blog and saw the most recent stuff is from a year ago. and also that another time you said mental health was a struggle. just wanting to check in no req and make sure you’re okay bc I understand what it’s like:33
ahh idk when this ask was sent but i only just saw it!!
thank you so much for caring enough to send me a message💕it genuinely makes my day! T_T
so lemme give a little life update
it's true the mental health department has been a struggle for a looong time🙃 this past february i finally got help and started seeing a therapist. i have also been off work since then cause the docs say i need rest. also i'm on antidepressants now and i'm being tested for autism soon???
so yeah a lot of stuff happened in the past few months.
some of it was really really bad.. but it's starting to get better again😊
i haven't been writing at all though. my therapist says i put too much pressure on my writing.. so she says i need to not force myself to do it until i naturally grow back into it.. so i'm trying that rn..
which is why there haven't been any updates..
i did almost finish a novel last year before the total breakdown haha but oh well, all things in good time i guess..
and if the person who sent me this message is still around to see this: i really hope you are doing well. i hope whatever you've been through or going through is getting better soon💕💕💕 MUCH LOVE BABE!!
hello, i've been reading your fics since long ago!!!!
can i req something? thank you
Oh dang sorry for not answering this sooner! I haven't been keeping up with this blog.. Thanks fir reading though 💕💕💕 Requests are still closed for the time being cause I'm very focused on my personal writing project at the moment and that's taking up all of my creative juice. But I they might open again in the future and I'll be sure to update the blog then! 💕 thanks again~!
Summary: you accidentally walk in on Gunwook and his girlfriend having sex and can't bring yourself to look away
Warnings: voyeurism!!!, soft dom gunwook, idk gunwook babying his gf a lot??, masturbation, oral sex, penetrative sex, slight masochism, a dash of overstimulation, facial, i never know what to put here honestly but i think that about covers it lemme know if i missed stuff????
Word Count: 7K
Author’s Note: my dudes idek don't come for me i know there will be a special place in hell for people like me i've made peace with it, anyways enjoy the smut!! ALSO sorry for never posting anymore im working on a novel which is taking up all my creative juice most of the time. This just entered my brain and wouldn't let me go until i vomited it out in the form of words so
The ZB1 dorm is quiet when you push open the door, a tote bag in each hand. You thought you would drop off some homemade meals while the boys were at practice, since you had a rare afternoon off. Careful not to mess up the containers within, you set down the bags and take off your shoes. Just as you're shrugging off your jacket you're startled by a noise; a cheerful, little giggle followed by low, hushed talking. You immediately recognize the voices as Gunwook and his girlfriend: your best friend.
Aren't the both of them supposed to be at practice?
You move toward the living room door, which has been left ajar slightly, thinking you might say a quick 'hi' to the pair, when another noise reaches your ears that instantly sends a hot flush to your cheeks. This is not the kind of scene you should interrupt. The two of them must have sneaked off together, thinking they'd have the place to themselves.
Gunwook and your best friend have been dating for a few months now; head over heels, the both of them. It's rather adorable, hearing your friend gush about her new boyfriend in a way you never heard her speak before. She’s like a little lovesick puppy, all giddy and enamored.
You hear her again, a light sigh turned to a whimper. You hadn't even realized you've moved closer to the living room door. You know you should leave; this is clearly a private moment, but something keeps you rooted to the spot, ears perked.
Gunwook says something then, his voice too soft for you to make out the words. Against your better judgment, you approach the door. The gap is just wide enough for you to peak through, giving you a perfect, diagonal view of the large sofa and the couple occupying it.
Your best friend is curled up in her boyfriend’s lap and he is gazing down at her with stars in his eyes.
“You like that?” Gunwook says, smiling. His hands have slipped under her T-shirt and are softly caressing her waist and back. She merely nods at him in reply while her hands toy with the hair at the back of his head.
“You’re so cute,” he says, grinning as his hands keep moving slowly along her sides, “so sensitive."
She buries her face in the crook of his neck and mutters a shy, “shut up—” but the sound is broken when he squeezes her side lightly and she lets out another little gasp that makes your heart jump.
You should really go before things go any further, to tell yourself. Not that you actually move; you can’t bring yourself to look away.
Both Gunwook and your friend are attractive, plain and simple, and you can’t deny you’ve thought about this before. Not this exactly, perhaps, but the two of them together in private; what it might look like. Gunwook with his big, strong body and your friend, so delicate and small in comparison; the thought alone has made your knees weak on multiple occasions. You know it’s messed up and, fuck, you hope neither of them ever finds out. Watching them be so intimate, especially in the broad daylight like this, it feels so wrong, but you’re too curious; you can’t leave.
He’s moved his hands down to her thighs now. His touch is still very light but it’s enough to make your friend’s lips part in evident pleasure. He stares at her intently as he moves his hands up, slowly pushing up the fabric of her pleated skirt. Her face flushes deeply as he reaches up all the way to her ass, which is mostly bare because of the pink thong she’s wearing. He gently grips the soft skin.
“Gun—” she whines, leaning into his chest, her face barely reaching his shoulder.
His smile widens and he brings his head down toward her ear. “What’s that, little love?” he murmurs and gives her earlobe a quick kiss. “Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
Her hands are balled into fists at his abdomen, gripping onto his shirt. She heaves a sigh that sends another wave of heat through your body. Then she raises her head to look up at him, her eyes two wide pools of love and desire.
Kiss her, you find yourself thinking.
And Gunwook does just that. He smiles down at his girlfriend sweetly, hovering for a second. Then his hands squeeze into her ass to pull her closer, bringing her face up to meet his for a slow and deep kiss. She moans into him, a bit louder than before, while her arms wrap around his neck. You stare in awe as his large hands massage her absolutely perfect ass. You can tell your friend is turned all the way on by the way she’s starting to move her hips into him. She’s probably barely aware she’s doing it but from where you’re standing, it’s hard not to stare.
“Baby,” Gunwook sighs against her lips as one hand reaches up to cup her chin, “you getting needy already?”
She only moans and kisses him again in return. He smiles into the kiss, his hand raking through her hair toward the back of her head to pull her close. His other hand, still under her skirt, grabs a tighter hold of her hip and starts to rock her back and forth slowly.
This elicits another soft, breathy string of pleasurable sounds from his girlfriend.
God, she’s so responsive, you think. Your mouth has gone dry and you feel hot all over. You don’t know how much more of this you can take. You watch the couple make out and grind against one another, your hand propped against the wall because you can barely keep standing.
“Is my love enjoying herself?” Gunwook says when he breaks the kiss and cups his girlfriend’s chin again, “hmm?”
“Yes,” she sighs, letting him pull her hips into him still, “I want—”
He blinks at her, fascinated. “What is that, baby girl?”
She averts her gaze and moves her face toward his chest but Gunwook is quick to stop her.
“Hey now, baby,” he says sweetly, as he grabs her chin again to make her look up at him, “what did I tell you?” He pauses, allowing her to answer the question. When all she does is stare up at him with those big eyes of hers he let’s out a chuckle and gives her a sweet, swift kiss on the lips, before saying slowly, “use your words, remember?” He gives her another kiss. “Tell me, little love, what do you want?”
She stares up at him for a few more seconds before she answers, her lips inches from his. “More,” she says in a near-whisper, “Gun, I want more.”
He rolls his eyes lovingly as he runs a hand through her hair, too infatuated with her sweet face to care about her vague response. She rolls her hips into his lap again then, and this time you notice how Gunwook’s breath hitches and his eyes cloud over for a few seconds, lids fluttering slightly. He looks gorgeous like that.
“Mmm, baby,” he says, his voice low and a bit strained while she continues to rub herself against his crotch, “I will give you more, I promise.” He takes her hands in his, his appearing so damn large around her small, fragile-looking wrists. “But first I would like you to do something for me. Can you do that, baby?”
Her eyes widen and she stills a bit. “Of course, I can.”
Gunwook beams at her, pleased. “Good girl,” he whispers as his hands travel up her arms, over her shoulders and down her body, to hook under her T-shirt. “Can you lift up your arms for me, little love? That’s right.” He pulls the shirt off with ease, his eyes taking in her bare upper body, the curve of tiny waist, her small chest,…
Ugh, of course she’s not wearing a bra.
“I want to be able to look at you like this,” he says adoringly, taking her hands in his again so she can’t cover herself.
“Don’t be shy, baby,” he says, giving her another quick kiss, “now can you get down for me, please, in between my legs?”
You watch, open-mouthed as your friend’s face flushes even more. She nods at him and slides down to the floor while Gunwook takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants. This is definitely getting out of hand. If you are going to leave you need to do it right the fuck now. Instead, you watch, your heartbeat seemingly reverberating in your skull, as Gunwook sits on the edge of the sofa in just his gray boxer briefs, looking down at his girlfriend, wearing nothing but that slutty fucking skirt and thongs. You are going to lose your damn mind in a few moments.
“Come closer, baby,” Gunwook says, beckoning, letting her settle in between his legs, “good.” His hand caresses her cheek softly. “Now, you know what I want you to do for me, don’t you? Is that alright with you?”
Your best friend’s nod is so eager, her eyes gazing up at him like there is nothing in the world she’d rather do than please him. She puts her hands on his thighs, tentative, and leans in close. She hovers over his crotch for a moment before darting out her tongue and giving the fabric of his boxers a lick. Even from the doorway you can see Gunwook twitch under the fabric in response. His lips part in a silent gasp as he looks down at her. You can tell just how much this is doing to him already. It’s doing a similar thing to you at the moment. It’s taking you every ounce of self-control in your body not to move your hand down your own body.
She gives him another lick, and then another, slowly coating his briefs in saliva as the shape of his arousal becomes strikingly apparent. She keeps her hands on his thighs, her fingers trailing little circles as she works. Every little twitch from Gunwook’s crotch sends a piping hot shiver down your spine.
“Baby,” he coos, his hand running softly through her hair, “you’re amazing.”
She momentarily looks up at him, flushed and gleeful from the praise.
He moves his hand down her cheek to her jawline, prying open her soft, little mouth with his finger. She lets him lay a finger against her tongue and then two, before she closes her lips around them and sucks.
Gunwook’s head falls back for a moment and he bites his bottom lip, stifling a moan.
“Baby,” he sighs, “sweet baby, you’re so good at winding me up.” He slips his fingers out her mouth, rubbing the remaining saliva all over her plump lips. “Now I want you to give me more. Are you ready for that?”
She nods at him again. She’s so quiet and obedient, it’s driving you insane.
“Good girl,” Gunwook says, lightly ruffling her hair before removing his last piece of clothing. She let’s out a little whimper at the sight of his naked body and draws closer to him, her face inches from his crotch.
“Eager, are we?” he grins down at her. His hand has once again found its way into her hair, stroking lovingly.
“Gun,” she whines softly as her eyes travel from between his legs up to his face, “I just want to make you feel good.”
“And you will, my love,” he replies, caressing her, “your body was made for it.”
You’re burning up. You’ve already shrugged off your hoodie but it does nothing to alleviate the unbearable heat pulsing through you. You look down and find your sweatpants absolutely bulging with need. Ever so slowly, you drag a hand down your body. You bring it to the front of your pants and press lightly but it’s enough for your breath to hitch harshly. You stifle a groan, pressing your eyes shut for a moment. You can already feel a tiny wet spot, stained all the way through your underwear and sweatpants. You’re going to have to be so fucking careful. You can’t let them hear you. You press down on your crotch again, exhaling in pleasure as your eyes focus back on the couple in the living room.
“Go ahead, little love,” Gunwook says with a sweet smile, “show me how you make me feel good.”
That’s all the encouragement she needs. She places a hand on his lower abdomen while the other grabs hold of his length at the base. Gunwook stills completely at this. He licks his lips in quiet anticipation, eyes trained on her face. She licks the underside of his dick once from bottom to top, her tongue obscenely wet, then moves down another side, repeating the process ever so slowly, making sure he is coated generously.
“Fuck, baby,” he sighs, chest rising and falling, “that’s good. You’re being so good for me.”
She hums, delighted, and proceeds to shower the whole thing with wet kisses until finally she rests her lips at his tip.
Seeing this: her sweet, little face in touch with his not-so-mediocre-length, it’s too much for you to handle. You gasp in a breath as you palm yourself through your sweatpants and, just as your friend takes Gunwook in her mouth, you begin rubbing yourself. You’re still trying to hold on to whatever sliver of sanity you have left and not put your hand actually down your pants. You can’t go that far; this is all so fucking wrong. But, damn it, why does she have to look so good, moving her lips around him? And why does he have to look down at her like that, like he’s about to die and she’s his only fucking lifeline?
Your friend gives a little hum of appreciation when Gunwook drags his fingers through her hair again. This instantly makes both you and Gunwook groan out in reply. He tightens his hand in her hair, holding her steady.
“Baby, you’re going to drive me insane like this,” he moans at her, “I want you so bad.”
You can tell he’s fighting himself for control, the way his eyes are pressed shut and his grip in her hair grows painfully tight. You just know he wants to force himself deeper. But he manages to refrain for now, letting her take her time to adjust to the feeling of him inside her.
You can also tell she’s trying very hard to take him deeper each time she moves down on him. Her little struggled noises feel so vulgar in the quiet of the living room, they’re only interrupted by his panting and words of praise, and your own ragged breathing, which you sincerely hope doesn’t reach their ears. They’re too caught up in their own pleasure, you tell yourself, it’s fine, and you continue touching yourself.
“You sound so beautiful,” Gunwook moans. His chest is glistening with sweat as he looks down at her, trying to control himself. “So beautiful, my love, fuck, I—”
He tugs on her hair for her to move off him for a moment. She looks up at him with big, confused eyes, a trail of spit dribbling down her chin. He brings a hand to her flushed cheek. “Baby, you’re doing so, so wonderful for me,” he sighs, running his thumb down to wipe her chin, “but I need you to do one more thing for me, alright?”
“Anything,” she replies at once.
He gives a small smile at her enthusiasm before leaning a bit closer and raising her chin. “I need you to take me all the way.”
At this, she gets quiet, staring up at him. This is clearly making her shy.
There is no way she can take all of him, you think. You know she has a gag reflex.
But Gunwook’s smile is unwavering, his eyes full of love and care. “Just like we practiced, remember?” He coos, caressing her face.
Slowly, she starts to nod at him.
“You can stop any time you feel uncomfortable, okay, baby?” he says as she positions herself in front of him again.
She looks up at him then, blinking. “I can do it,” she says decidedly, taking the base of his dick back into her hand.
Gunwook looks pleased and completely fuzzy-brained from all the pleasure. “Good girl,” he sighs, “just take it slow.”
You stare in disbelief as your friend takes Gunwook in her mouth again, moving down halfway and pausing. The anticipation alone is making your own dick twitch. It’s getting painful. You have to do something. Throwing all caution to the wind, you do what you said you wouldn’t, and slip your hand down your sweatpants, the feel of your hot skin sending a shiver through your system so intense your knees nearly buckle.
“Good, just breathe, my little love,” Gunwook says softly, “I’ve got you.”
With that, she pushes down, forcing herself to take him down her throat.
Your dick is so slick with precum already, rubbing yourself at last feels fucking euphoric. You try to go slow, try to imagine what it would be like to have your friend’s lips around you, her warm, wet mouth. She’s actually doing it. She’s slowly but surely making her way down his entire length, her throat no doubt burning.
She lets out a muffled cry and Gunwook immediately brings his hands to her, swiping a strand of hair behind her ear and cupping her face.
“Baby, you okay?” he slurs. He can barely talk anymore. His face looks fucked out of his mind and you bet it’s taking him a stupid amount of self-control not to drive himself inside her pretty face over and over. “You can stop if you—” his words stutter and turn into a shamelessly loud groan when his girlfriend responds by taking him even deeper, all the way, just like he asked.
Fuck. You have to stop touching yourself for a moment. You’re dizzy and already getting close to releasing.
Gunwook’s hand flies into his girlfriend’s hair, gripping hard. She lets out a sudden whine but you’re not even sure if he hears it.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. His voice is strained. “You’re taking me so well. You’re doing so good. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”
She releases another little whine around his dick, a sound that makes him shudder, before starting to move up halfway and then all the way down again. His grip in her hair tightens once more and he lets out another curse under his breath. On the fifth stroke of her mouth around his length, it seems Gunwook’s restraint finally breaks when he squeezes his fist into her hair and pushes her down onto himself. Your friend lets out a startled and choked cry that makes your own dick pulse. You know how wrong it is to feel this way, but you want him to force himself on her.
Which is why you’re slightly disappointed when Gunwook pulls her face off him and raises her face to look at her. “I’m so sorry, my love,” he says, rubbing her cheek, “I didn’t mean to hurt you—”
“Do it again,” she replies before he can even finish speaking.
“What?” he says with a frown.
She stares up at him, panting heavily, eyes tainted with desire, saliva dripping down her chin. “Do it again. Grip my hair. Move my head. Make me move exactly how you want me to.”
Now it’s Gunwook’s face that flushes. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you—”
“I don’t mind,” she says quickly, her hands coming to rub his thighs lovingly, “I want to make you feel good. Please, Gun,” she says, raising herself up to bring her face closer to his, “please let me make you feel good.”
Gunwook looks lost for words. He brings his face down to meet hers in a kiss, both sweet and passionate. “Are you sure?” he asks, “because—”
“Yes,” she interrupts, breathless, “please.”
You watch Gunwook’s eyes fill with love and adoration as he nuzzles his face close to hers. “Alright but if you can’t take it anymore, tap my thigh and I will stop.”
She nods and immediately gets back in between his legs. She gives him a sweet smile as he tangles his hand into her hair before gently bringing her down onto himself again. Once more, she struggles near the midway point but eventually makes it down all the way.
“Good,” Gunwook says, his voice not much more than a gasp, “so, good.” His grip tightens and he begins to move her up halfway. When he brings her back down the both of them cry out; one from pleasure, the other from pain. He licks his lips and does it again, moaning even louder.
Fuck, you think. The the sounds of their voices alone are going to make you finish at this point. You’re not even touching yourself but your dick is twitching like the needy attention whore it is. Your legs are so weak. You need to sit down. Quietly, you slide yourself down the wall of the hallway, sitting right by the door so you can still see.
Gunwook continues to push his girlfriend’s face down on himself, his movements becoming more and more forceful and she is letting him. Her hands are grasping the sofa, fingers digging into the plush material for comfort as she cries, but she’s not stopping him at all.
And you know she won’t stop him, even if he takes things further… too far… she won’t stop him, because she’s made a commitment. That’s how you know your friend, stubborn and dedicated.
With another muttered curse, Gunwook stills her face for a second, and with her mouth only partially around him, he lets her breathe. The next moment however, he brings a second hand to her face, stroking her cheek momentarily before grabbing hold of the back of her head. Without warning, he starts bucking his hips into her face. He holds her head still as he slams his hips into her all the way, over and over. She is a crying mess in his hands. You watch as actual tears start to spill from her eyes as she chokes. And still she does not stop him. Gunwook is probably too far gone to even see what’s going on anymore. His head hangs slack, his eyelids are so heavy and his lips are parted as his constant panting fills the room.
You can’t take it anymore. You grip your own dick and resume your stroking. You can’t even bring yourself to go slow anymore. The visual of your best friend’s face getting fucked by Gunwook like that is too perfect. Her cries, his fingers gripping her hair so tight, the choked sound her throat makes every time he drives his cock into her,… it’s all so perfect. You shudder as you feel your high approach. You can’t help but let your moans out now as well, but you’re positive Gunwook and your friend are still being louder.
“Fuck her,” you moan softly, “fuck her face, like that, yes.” It’s shameless, you know it, but you don’t care at this point. You buck up into your own hand as you stare hard through the gap in the door, until, with crushing intensity, you come all over your hand and lap.
When you open your eyes again, body still tingling from your release, you notice that Gunwook has stopped forcing himself on your friend. He’s looking around strangely.
“I thought I heard something,” he says.
Your whole body heats up and you hold your breath. You cannot be found in the hallway with your dick out and cum all over the floor.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” your friend’s voice comes out raspy and labored, “everyone is at practice.”
The struggle in her voice snaps him out of it. “Baby,” he says softly, and he pulls her back into his lap on the sofa, “I’m so sorry. I went too far didn’t I? Your voice is all messed up.” He starts to clean the excess spit off her face.
She only smiles at him, a sense of pride in her eyes. “No you didn’t,” she replies happily, fighting to keep her voice regular, “I’m alright. Did I make you feel good?”
Gunwook sighs, the tensity in his shoulders easing as he brings her into a close embrace. “You were amazing, my little love, absolutely breathtaking. You took me so well.”
Your friend lets out a raspy, little giggle against the crook of his neck and cuddles close. When she pulls away Gunwook has a playful glint in his eyes.
“I think you have more than deserved your reward,” he says as his hands move down her sides and before she can even reply, he starts to kiss her neck. “Baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he coos in between kisses, “so obedient and willing.” He moves down to her collarbone, licking and nipping at her skin softly. She moans, her voice still hoarse and messed up.
Fuck, you think. This is your moment to leave. You’ve had your fun, you need to leave now before you get caught and before these two start getting hot and heavy again. But when you try to stand, your legs are so weak you find you can’t move yet. You haven’t nutted this hard in a while. You need time to come to your senses but it seems like the pair on the sofa are already heating up again. This is going to be torture.
“I love all the little noises you make, my love,” Gunwook says, dragging his tongue down her chest. She gasps when he takes her nipple between his lips and sucks, while a hand moves up to massage her other breast. “I love your cute, little tits too,” he murmurs, before swirling his tongue around her nipple, making her whimper, “so perfect for me.”
“Gun—” she whines out, her nails digging into his bicep, “please.” Her plea comes out so desperate you think she might actually start crying again.
Gunwook smiles sweetly, “I know baby,” he says, nipping at her nipple again, “you’re so needy, aren’t you?”
She only nods and whimpers.
“You’ve been so patient and so good for me.”
More nodding, more whimpers.
“I can tell just how desperate you are baby,” Gunwook says, his smile growing slightly crooked, “you’re so wet you’re dripping all over my thighs, baby.”
You have to stifle a moan at the thought. You can’t believe you’re getting turned on again already. This is not good, but when you look at the place in front of the sofa where your friend was sitting earlier, you notice there’s a wet spot there as well.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is not fair. You’re not strong enough for this. Your hand slowly inches toward your dick again. You drag a finger over the length and hiss at how unbelievably sensitive it still is. You can’t touch yourself properly again, not yet.
“Don’t be so shy, my little love,” Gunwook murmurs at his girlfriend, who has buried her face into his chest, “I love feeling how wet you are for me, how much you want me.”
She hugs him close and rolls her hips into him in response. This makes him smirk.
“I know baby,” he says, rubbing her back soothingly, “you want more, don’t you?"
“Yes, please,” her response is light and soft.
He grins wider and pulls back to look at her. “You’re so cute,” he says as he brings a hand down in between them.
You watch as your friend gasps at his sudden touch. You can’t see exactly what Gunwook is doing from where you are but you have a pretty good guess. His hand is under her skirt; you can see the fabric move up and down, and he’s doing a good enough job of it that your friend’s head shoots back in a flurry of high pitched whimpers.
“Gun—” she cries at him, her hands clinging onto his biceps still.
Gunwook lets out a deep groan as he gently shifts their position, laying her down on the sofa and getting on top, never stopping his continued touch under her skirt.
This is a much better angle. You can see them so perfectly now: her delicate, little frame under his muscular one. Her skirt has hitched up all the way now too, giving you access to the lewdest, most porn-worthy view you’ve ever seen. His finger is moving in and out of her dripping wet pussy as his thumb moves over her clit in little circles. She’s moaning under him like a wind up toy that’s been set off; entirely unable to stop. And he only has a single finger in.
You run your own fingers over your sensitive cock again, using your cum to slick it up again. The more your stroke it the more it hurts, the over-stimulation kicking in, but you keep going, knowing where it will lead eventually.
Gunwook groans into his girlfriend’s neck, biting down before kissing softly over the spot. “My sweet, you’re already so far gone, aren’t you?”
She continues to whine out beneath him, clinging to him for dear life, it seems.
“I’m going to stretch you out a bit, alright, baby?” he says then, and you watch as he brings two fingers together and pushes them inside her.
“Gun!” she cries, louder now but he kisses her lips to silence her.
“Shhhh, baby,” he mumbles against her lips as he keeps his fingers moving, “you’ll be alright, I promise.”
She nods at him, her eyes still concerned and pleading as she whimpers. He starts kissing her ear softly, moving slowly down to her neck again. That seems to distract her. Her head falls back onto the sofa, allowing him more access to her neck while his fingers start scissoring her, stretching her out.
Once again, you don’t believe she can take all of him. But hey, you think, they proved you wrong the first time, who knows what that little girl’s body is capable of under Gunwook’s touch?
“Little love,” Gunwook says softly in her ear, “I’m going to add one more finger, okay? Don’t be startled. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
And he is gentle, keeping the finger pressed against her entrance for a while as he continues to lightly touch her clit. Then when he presses in a bit and she tenses under him, he pauses, peppering swift kisses all along her collarbone. Only when he feels her relax again does he press in further. He studies her face, which is stuck in a little frown, the strange mixture of pleasure and pain puzzling her. When she notices him looking she smiles shyly and averts her gaze.
“No, baby,” Gunwook smiles back, “let me look at you. I need to know I’m pleasing you.”
“You are,” she moans, her voice weak, “it hurts but— it’s good.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs lovingly as he curls his fingers inside her in a way that makes her gasp, “always my good girl.”
Her hand comes up to his cheek then and she looks at him like she’s already about to fall apart. “Please, Gun—” she whines, “I want to feel you inside.” As she says this, her other hand moves down between them and wraps around his neglected dick, which has started dripping onto her tummy.
Gunwook lets out a deep groan at the sudden touch. “Fuck, baby—”
“Please,” she begs, “I want you in me.”
That seems to break him. He lets out another curse as he removes his fingers and swiftly brings them to her lips. Without pause, she takes them in her mouth and sucks them clean, making Gunwook let out a ragged breath.
“How are you this fucking perfect?” he sighs out as he positions himself between her legs. She spreads a bit wider for him, giving his hips more space as she looks up at him. He looks right back down at her, love and lust swirling like tidal waves in his eyes.
You hold your breath as you continue to stroke yourself carefully, watching the two lovebirds stare at each other until, at last, Gunwook pushes himself in.
Your friend squeals out in a high pitch. Her nails claw at his back. Even from where you’re sitting you can tell he only put the tip in but your dear, sweet friend already looks so overwhelmed.
“Baby,” Gunwook murmurs, a bit unsteady, “it’s okay, I’ll go slow.”
You are astounded by his self-control. You know for a fact you would have snapped and broke the girl in two by now. Your hand is already starting to move more ardently and your pleasure is returning fast. You can tell how good she feels to him. His voice is wavering, his breath stuttered and he keeps biting onto his lower lip and shutting his eyes in an attempt to stay sane from her tight, little pussy clinging to him, no doubt.
Gunwook leans down and kisses his girlfriend slow and deep then. You can see him dart out his tongue and her opening up for him. She moans deliciously into the kiss, a moan that turns into a desperate cry when Gunwook pushes in deeper.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans, “I—” He buries his face into her neck as he tries to hold still. He’s actually trembling now.
Your friend stares up at the ceiling, panting hard. One hand comes to his head to run her fingers through his hair tenderly, the other moves down his side toward his hip, squeezing. “It’s okay,” she sighs weakly, “do it.”
Gunwook raises his head slowly to look down at her, the surprise apparent in his eyes. All it takes is for her to smile up at him with those doting eyes of her for him to break. “Fuck.”
He kisses her passionately as he moves his hips into her, bottoming out against her as she yelps out and clings her arms around him. He manages to give her a few seconds to catch herself, time he too needs to steady himself, before he starts rocking into her.
His thrusts are slow and deep and you’re rubbing yourself in time with their beat, slow and deliberate. He’s being so gentle still, it’s driving you insane, but it’s a good thing; otherwise you’d be riding out another orgasm already. You keep your eyes glued to the pair, his hips rolling into her, the little, jitters in her body in return, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she looks up at him like he’s the only fucking thing in existence.
“Baby, you— doing so goo—d,” Gunwook stammers, licking at the single tear that has made it down her cheek, “fuck— so tight.”
She tugs at his hair and he groans. “Gun—” She gives a strangled moan. “I’m so full… it’s so much…”
“Can you take it, baby?” Gunwook manages to grunt out, his forehead dropping against hers.
As you expect, she nods at once, reassuring him and giving him a sweet kiss. “I can take it,” she whimpers, “you can let go, I’m ready.”
Her response elicits another deep groan from her boyfriend, who grabs her by her chin and kisses her hard as he slams his hips into her without restraint for the first time.
She cries out into his mouth but it’s evident that this was the final straw for the both of them. Gunwook’s hips smack into her over and over at a decent pace now. When he finally breaks the kiss he’s gasping for air and lets out a moan so obscene you can’t help but echo it as your movements around yourself grow uncontrolled as well. You drop your head against the wall behind you as you spy on the couple from your hidden spot, sweating and panting and totally incapable of stopping.
The way Gunwook has your best friend under his spell is incredible. She is like putty in his hands, pliable, docile, completely his to do with whatever he wants. This meek, sensitive sweetheart is such a stark contrast from the headstrong, sarcastic, wickedly playful girl you know so well. Then again you’ve never seen her in love like this. You suppose this is what love does to a person. It is clear, from the way she looks up at him to the way she moves around him, she would do anything he asks from her. No matter how far she’d have to make her little body go, she would do it if it pleases him.
Gunwook bites into his girlfriend’s bottom lip, groaning out as his hips buck even harder. She is shaking beneath him from the impact, her strained, raspy, little voice so loud now you’d worry about the neighbors if you weren’t so fucked out yourself.
“Gun—” she cries out his nickname, squirming under him, “I can’t—” she whines, “too much—” Her voice clearly sets his brain ablaze more than it already is. In one swift movement, he grabs her wrists and pins them down on either side of her head.
“Shhhh,” he mutters, “be good—”. He thrusts into her over and over, keeping his face close to hers, his eyes never leaving hers, letting her know he’s got her. “Just a little more—” Every word out his mouth is strung taut.
“Please,” she lets out desperately, “I can’t, I—”
That’s when Gunwook buries his face in her neck and bites down. Her head shoots back and she lets out a strangled moan. “Gun, I—”
Holy shit. She’s coming undone for him. She’s screaming and shuddering under him as he takes her hard and fast and bites her neck repeatedly, making sure she can ride out her orgasm. When he lets go of her neck, it is only in honor of more curse words as he no doubt feels her clench and pulse around his cock. You’ve never heard Gunwook curse as much as you’ve seen him do these last couple minutes. It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.
But just when you think he’s going to release inside her, he pulls out.
You almost let out an audible ‘no’, really wanting to watch your best friend get filled with Gunwook’s cum, but once you realize what is happening instead, you become at once so engrossed that you cease to care.
Gunwook holds his glistening cock in one hand and looks down at his girlfriend through pleasure-glazed eyes. He pumps himself hard and fast, leaning over her fucked out, trembling little body, breathing heavily. “Come here, baby,” he moans impatiently, reaching his free hand out to her. She immediately responds to his request and, albeit a bit shakily, she props herself up for him. Gunwook’s hand grips her hair and brings her face closer still as he jerks himself to his own ecstasy. “Good girl,” he breathes when she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.
The visual of her, so ready and willing to let him defile her like this is what sets Gunwook over the edge. He lets out a desperate groan and starts to shudder.
You watch, moaning out lewdly, as multiple strings of cum shoot from his dick, all over your best friend. She catches some of it on her tongue, gleefully, but pretty much her whole face and chest are being covered with Gunwook’s pleasure. Your own dick pulsates in your hand as you speed up your movements to bring yourself to your second high. “Fuck,” you whine, “fuck.” You come even harder than the first time, almost painfully so. Your breath stutters as you force your gaze to never leave the couple in the living room. Gunwook is shaking a bit still, now stroking himself more slowly as his high starts to fizzle. His girlfriend leans in and gives the head of his cock a loving lick.
“Ah,” Gunwook grunts, bucking under the over-stimulation. He puts his hands on the sofa to steady himself, panting. His girlfriend stares up at him, pleased as her finger comes to play with the cum on her chest.
Gunwook’s lips curl into a little smile at the sight of his adorable little girlfriend doing something so overtly sexual, even after all of this, the sight blows his mind. He reaches toward the coffee table and pulls out some tissues.
“Come here, little love,” he says, leaning back against the sofa and allowing her to crawl into his lap. There, he starts to wipe his girlfriend’s face and chest ever so gently with the tissue. “You did so good, my sweet little love,” he murmurs, looking at her with pure, lovestruck obsession, “you took me so well… made me feel so good, hmmm.”
You can tell the words are making her shy from the way she buries into his chest. “I love you,” she mumbles against his skin, hugging close.
Gunwook wraps his arms around her a bit tighter and sighs out contentedly. “I love you too,” he says, planting a kiss against her temple.
And you still can’t move. You know you need to get up and leave. You’re lying there, propped up against the wall like a rag doll, cum all over yourself and the floor, your dick now limp in your lap. But you’re so overwhelmingly exhausted from what just happened, your whole body tingles with the aftershock of it. So you lie there and watch as Gunwook and his girlfriend settle in their embrace on the sofa, he playing with her hair, she trailing patterns on his chest with her little finger, and slowly drift off to sleep.
Genre: idk man, soft angst, good amount of romance, and a dash of sexy
Summary: Your boyfriend takes you to a themepark with his friends but things take a turn when his jealousy takes over
Warnings: cuteness, possessive boyfriend Yunho, haunted houses?? honestly this is pretty chill, nothing too crazy babes, just read this if you like cute boyfriends that get a bit jealous ok
Word Count: 2K
Author’s Note: um yeah so first of all sorry for disappearing for so long, honestly I don’t know if i’m coming back just yet. This was just something that had to get out of my system so I wrote it (you know how it issssss), and i wanted to share with a friend so I figured I might as well post it. The writing was incredibly rushed and perhaps messy but it’s somethingggggg! I just hope someone out here enjoys it ^^
Also if you’ve left me a request that I haven’t gotten to yet, I send my apologies and one million good vibes your wayyyy
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The sun shone bright, kissing the skin of your bare arms. You smiled up at your boyfriend, who was walking beside you — a tall teddy bear of a man by the name of Yunho. He gave a shy smile back and took your hand in his. You couldn’t help but blush a little. This was the first time he’d taken you out in a group setting and you weren’t sure how his friends would react to the two of you together.
It wasn’t long before you realized you had little to worry about. One carousel ride in, the ice was broken when the oldest of the group got so dizzy he ran into a trashcan. His friends were all really easygoing, it seemed, and they made you feel part of the team in no time. One of Yunho’s friends in particular took the time to make you feel comfortable — a dark-haired boy with a sweet twinkle in his eyes. He asked you how you’d met, where you were from, and made light-hearted jokes when the others were talking amongst themselves.
“Ever tried these?” he said, holding up a roll of candy.
You were all in line for the log ride; a 40 minute wait, and you had to admit you were starting to get hungry.
You let him drop a single gummy-like thing into your palm. “What are they?” you asked.
“They’re chewy,” he replied as he popped one into his mouth, “a bit sour at first but sweet on the inside.”
“She doesn’t like sour things,” someone said behind you.
Yunho’s hand slid slyly around your waist and he left a quick kiss near your temple.
“No, it’s okay,” you said, putting the candy in your mouth with a smile, “it looks delicious.” You didn’t want Yunho’s friends to think you were a difficult person or anything.
*
A long half hour later the entire group was facing the safety bar to board the ride. The gates opened with a creak and everyone moved toward the boat. Just as you meant to step in beside your new friend though, Yunho took hold of your wrist and bent down to your ear.
“You go sit in the front. I’ll be right behind you.”
He moved you over to the front of the ride, getting in after you, one leg of his on either side of you. Even though the front seat usually scares you, feeling his arms wrap around you tightly made you feel secure. You leaned back against his warm chest and let the scary things come.
This was the way it was with Yunho. Nothing could ever be frightening as long as he was with you because you knew he would always protect you. Just as you’d expected, he held you tight the entire ride, his large frame shielding you from wind and water alike, leaving you the only member of the group to not come out the log ride soaking wet.
*
He was being touchy, you could tell — more than usual, even. You weren’t entirely sure why but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You loved feeling his love this way. His gaze lingered on you as you chatted to his friends, his fingers coming up to run absent-minded tracks along your arm, asking for attention. You hoped he was proud of you for being social and mingling like this.
“Let’s go in the haunted house!” the dark-haired boy exclaimed, pointing excitedly to a large structure that looked like an abandoned castle.
“I don’t know about this,” you started, limbs stiffening. You meant to turn back to Yunho but before you could face him, the other boy grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you toward the entrance.
“Come on!” he said, smiling from ear to ear, “we can all go together!”
Once at the entrance, Yunho appeared before you, blocking you from the rest of the group.
“I know you don’t like haunted houses, baby,” he said, taking your hands in his, “but don’t worry, I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen. Just hold on to me,” he explained, before giving you a small peck on the forehead. Then he turned so he was in front of you and all you could see was his broad back.
Your heart pounded as you all started walking together. You didn’t want to disappoint your boyfriend, so you held onto his waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, and followed.
“Shit,” you heard an animated whisper next to you, “it’s so dark.”
A hand came to rest on your shoulder. You flinched for a second but realized it was only one of the friends trying not to get seperated from the group.
All of a sudden, thunderous clap rattled the room and everyone screamed. There was a flash of light and the next moment, sounds that could only be described as undead, roared from behind.
“Run!” the voice next to you yelled and you all scrambled forward. There was a mess of hands tugging and pulling at you as you ran and you suddenly had no idea where Yunho was. You could tell he was still around somewhere — you knew his scent and aura all too well — but soon you weren’t sure which limb belonged to who and you didn’t have the courage to care.
Another flash broke the dark for the blink of an eye, showing a zombie-like creature standing at the end of a hall you’d just entered.
More screaming and tugging and pure chaos erupted and all you could think was how you didn’t want to be left alone. You grabbed hold of the first person you could find and together you ran screaming until, at last, you came upon a large, dimly-lit chamber.
It took no less than a second for Yunho to appear. Without a word, he pressed himself between you and the dark-haired friend, forcing you apart rather harshly. A guilty hot flush ran to your cheeks but there was no time to ponder what had just happened because the next moment, a band of monsters ran into the room, sending panic through your body once again.
“Up!” Yunho ordered as you felt him tap your thigh. Without another thought, you jumped up onto his back, letting him carry you swiftly from the room and into another dark hallway. You buried your face into his neck, squeezing you eyes closed until finally, you felt a breeze of fresh air in your hair.
*
“Ahh, today was so nice!” the dark-haired friend grinned as he slid onto the bench next to you and Yunho, “I don’t want to go back home.”
The theme park had just closed and you were finishing off the day with comfort food at a nearby family restaurant. You hadn’t had a proper meal all day and were pretty much starving at this point so you ordered a large size pizza. Another good thing about being with Yunho was that he would most likely finish whatever food you couldn’t eat. Big boys need big meals, you always said.
Low and behold, you started feeling full about halfway through your meal.
“Can I have a piece?” the dark-haired friend asked, leaning close to you with a smile.
“Sure!” You nodded, allowing him to grab a piece from your plate. You were always glad to share.
“You can try some of my fries too if you want,” he mumbled through a mouthful of pizza, “the sauce is amazing.”
They did look good, you thought, so you agreed.
“Here.” He smiled and picked up some fries with his fork. Chuckling gleefully, he moved closer to feed you but before the fork could reach your lips, high-pitched shrieks rang out all around the table as one of the drink glasses had just fallen over, spilling soda everywhere.
“Sorry,” you heard Yunho say as you and the others leaned over the table to grab tissues, “my hand slipped.”
“Be careful, baby,” you said gently, noticing a whole bunch of it had spilled in your lap as well.
“Oh no,” the dark-haired boy laughed, “that’s gonna get sticky.” He started laying tissues in your lap, patting them down with his hands when—
“I think you should go clean up in the bathroom.” Yunho’s voice was strained and dead serious. Taken off guard, you stared at him. He stared right back, eyes harder than you’d seen them all day.
“Right,” you said, scrambling up, only to realize you were still sandwiched on the bench between Yunho and the dark-haired guy. “This way,” Yunho said, taking your wrist and pulling you toward himself, making you squeeze by him.
Your face was hot as you left the table. Yunho was angry, that much was clear. Feelings of guilt flooded you. All you ever wanted was to be good to him. On a deeper, more secretive level though, you couldn’t deny the look he’d just given you made your knees weak in quite a pleasurable way.
Pull yourself together, you thought as you entered the hallway to the bathrooms. You stopped for a second to catch your breath, wondering what exactly was going on. You thought everything had been going great; you were getting closer to his friends and you were really starting to—
Someone gave you a push. You gasped as a hand tugged your shoulder, turning you around and shoving you against the wall.
“Yunho,” you whispered breathlessly.
“What do you think you’re doing?” your boyfriend said in a low voice. His hands were on either side of your face and his large frame towered over you, trapping you.
“What do you mean?” you asked, staring up at him hopelessly. Yunho was not a scary guy. He was like a golden retriever; happy-go-lucky, playful and so so sweet; so the rare times something did piss him off, it made your heart thump a million miles an hour.
He shook his head, brows furrowed. “Baby girl, don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” One of his hands left the wall to caress your cheek, gently, though his eyes were still intense as ever. “I had to watch my princess, all day, getting ju—-st a little too close to my friend.” His fingers moved down your chin, trailing you neck so lightly and so slowly you had to hold your breath. They traveled down to your chest, where one finger poked you. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”
Realization hit you like the strike of lightning. In all your anxiousness trying to get his friends to like you, you hadn’t stopped to consider your boundaries as much as you probably should have.
“Yunho, I—”
“Do you know how hard it is for me to watch you be touched by anyone else?” he said, his voice strained with emotion.
“I didn’t mean to, I swear—”
“You were going to let him feed you.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Do you know who you belong to?”
You stared at him with desperation in your eyes. “I’m yours, baby, I promise.”
“Say that again,” he said darkly, hand coming to hold your chin.
“I’m yours, Yunho. Yours only—” you let out a gasp as his other hand ran down your side to your thighs momentarily, then back up, landing at your waist and squeezing softly.
“That’s good,” he said and you could tell the fire in his eyes was dying down. He pulled you close by the small of your back and let out a breath against your ear.
“Yunho,” you whispered, barely audible. He felt so overwhelmingly good against you.
Fingers caressed your back as he trailed little kisses down the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“You like that don’t you?” he murmured and all you could do was hum in response.
“You want more of that, don’t you?” he went on.
“Yes, please.” Your answer was automatic.
“Well,” he went on exploring your body, “if you want more of this, you’re going to have to be a very good girl for me.” He turned his head to face you, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. “Can you do that for me princess?”
You nodded and finally, he smiled again, love flooding his features once more. He gave you one soft, slow, lingering kiss that made your legs feel like they might give out, before pulling away and grabbing you by the hand.
“Let’s finish dinner quickly so we can get home soon.”
You knew what that meant, and suddenly, you couldn’t wait to leave.
aasffghjk I'm so sorry for not answering this sooner YES i am alive! 😅 Just been going through a lot and mentally not able write at all.. I hope I didn't worry or disappoint anyone too much 💕
Summary: Desperate to get your fill, you decide to surprise your boyfriend during his dance rehearsal, knowing exactly what to do to get what you want.
Warnings: graphic sex basically (if you read further there’s slight spoilers just a heads up) unprotected sex (be safe kids), butt plug, butt play, fingering, sex in a semi-public space, I think that’s about it lemme know if I’ve missed anything
Word Count: 3K
Author’s Note: soooooo yeah this was requested ages ago... so sorry to the requester, don’t even know if this is still wanted. I do know I wanted it so, um, here it is! Have fun thirsting over Yunho babes ✌️
Also please let me know what you think, good or bad, I love the feedback ♥
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“How long have you been waiting for me,” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear, “how long have you had this thing filling you up, huh?”
*
Light rain drizzles against the window. It’s barely audible over the noise from the TV. You’re only half paying attention to what’s happening on screen. Limbs sprawled lazily over the sofa, box of cookies on your belly, you bide your time — that’s what you’re calling it. You’re supposed to have dinner with your boyfriend tonight but surprise, surprise, he messaged you he’d be late, over two hours ago. You’d even hoped he might stay the night with you but you suppose that whole thing is canceled as well.
You’re not angry with him, exactly. You understand the responsibility your boyfriend carries, being part of ATEEZ. You’re immensely proud of him every time you watch him perform but, more and more, you notice the loneliness creeping into your system. Your mind and body long for him like a flower longs for the sun, except that the sun doesn’t just disappear because it has better things to do. It’s not fair.
The announcer on the television finishes his speech and a familiar melody fills the room. Your dazed out eyes focus at once on the one person you want to see. Yunho always stands out to you and not just because of his height. His passion beams from his every move. You’re captivated and, at once, a fresh pang of jealousy jabs into your heart. The way he dances is so smooth, so perfect, your jaw falls slack subconsciously. Your eyes follow him intently, even when the camera isn’t focused on him. A hot flush floods your face when his hips buck during the hook of the song. It’s been a while since you’ve felt those hips buck into you. Growing unbearably needy, you grab your phone and open up your chat with him.
[Baby, practice is going slow. I’ll be home late. Sorry…]
The message annoys you even more than it did the first time. You let out a groan and dig your head deeper into the sofa. You want him. You want to show him how much you want him. For a brief moment, you think about sending him a sexy pic of you. You’re wearing a little black dress that hugs you in exactly the right places. The first time you’d worn it, Yunho’s eyes were glued to you all night, until you finally got home and he was able to rip it off.
It would be such a shame for him not to see it tonight, you think, but as you raise your camera to take the picture, an even better idea drifts to the surface. You rush to the bedroom swiftly, pulling open your nightstand and finding just the right thing.
*
You can hear the music the moment the elevator opens. It pours from the practice room even with the doors closed, reverberating against the walls of the empty hallway. You look down at your coat, checking that you’re all wrapped up and smile a little to yourself.
You manage to slip into the room unnoticed. The members are in the midst of one of their newest songs, giving it their all. They run the track in perfect unison and you wonder how much more practice a group this perfect needs. Settled with your back against the wall, you wait.
The song ends and all that’s left is the hard breathing of the members. Yunho is hunched over for a few seconds before he comes up with a sigh and his gaze land on you. His eyes widen and he grins. Without missing a beat, he calls your name and runs over. You can’t help but notice how his skin glistens form the exercise, how his muscles flex as he jogs, so visible in the sleeveless shirt he’s wearing, how the tips of his hair are slightly wet, sticking to his forehead.
“What are you doing here?” he asks in surprise.
You look up at him, smiling, and put your hand onto his chest. “I don’t know, I guess I was missing you too much.”
His eyes go soft. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, “there’s just a lot we have to go through. It’ll be another hour at least.”
“That’s okay,” you reply, trailing your hand over his clothed abs, “you can go ahead. I’ll wait here for you.”
He looks down at your hand and back up. You watch, satisfied as desire trickles into your boyfriend’s eyes.
“I—” Yunho starts when a long arm wraps around his shoulder and a sweaty-looking Mingi pops up from behind.
“You better stop stalling,” he says in a hushed voice, “or Joong will never let us go home. I’m so hungry.”
Yunho breaks out into a smile. “Alright, alright.” He turns back to you.
“Better go finish this off then,” he says, his cheeks a bit flushed now.
You nod at him, still smiling mischievously.
The song starts up again and the boys are back in their element. New as the song is, you haven’t watched them perform it much, which is exciting. Your eyes can’t help but stick to Yunho though. The way he allows the music to envelop him is incredible. He’s in complete control, muscles contracting and relaxing perfectly with the beat. He looks so big and powerful. Every now and then, you notice him glancing over at you through the mirror. A tiny shudder runs down your spine when you imagine what might happen soon.
Not soon enough, you think, feeling yourself growing wet between your legs.
Biting your bottom lip shyly, you put your hand at your chest, fingering the zipper of your coat. You pull down a bit, revealing part of your cleavage. You wait until Yunho looks your way again to pull it down even further while you keep eye contact. Yunho’s eyes grow into two full moons and he freezes momentarily, causing Wooyoung to dance right into him and trip.
“Stop!” Hongjoong yells over the music as he walks over to turn it down, “Yunho, what happened?”
“I think we gotta cut him some slack,” Wooyoung says, giggling as he gets up, “he’s got company, after all.”
You hurriedly zip yourself back up before the other members get a view of your exposed chest.
Hongjoong looks tired, contemplating.
“Don’t you think we’ve run through it enough?” San cuts in, “I think maybe we could get a quick snack and go to bed so we’re ready for tomorrow’s events. Who’s with me?”
The members murmur in agreement for a bit when, finally, Hongjoong says, “fine, I suppose sleep might not be a bad idea— yes, Mingi, we’ll stop on the way home for snacks.”
“I think Yunho won’t need any snacks tonight,” Yeosang grins, “he’s all set.”
The members laugh and eye you as they grab their stuff and make their way out the practice room, leaving you alone with Yunho. The moment the door clicks shut, his eyes go dark and look straight at you.
“Take that off,” he orders.
You don’t have to be told twice. You zip down your coat and let it slide down your shoulders, revealing a sight that makes Yunho’s mouth drop open. He strides over to you at once and grabs hold of your waist.
“So now you have time for me, huh?” You raise your eyebrow at him.
“Shhh,” he says as he pushes you back until you hit the wall behind you. His lips hover over yours. “Talk later,” he whispers before clearing your head with a kiss so passionate you can’t help but moan into it. He’s not rough, just full of fire. He deepens the kiss with overwhelming eagerness, letting his tongue roam past your lips. Your hands come to hold his upper arms for support, squeezing into his biceps. His wet chest presses into you while his hands busy themselves exploring every inch of your body. He clutches the skin of your back, rakes down to your thighs and back up, stopping to grab your ass tightly.
A sudden moan escapes your lips as the feeling reminds you of what’s going on down there.
“You like that, baby?” he says in a low voice.
You can only moan more as he continues to massage your ass. This sets him off thinking. You can feel the realization hit him as his arms go slack for just a second.
“Babe,” he whispers.
“Yeah,” you reply coyly as you look up into his glazed eyes.
Tentatively, his hands move down to the hem of your dress, lifting it up. You gasp when he bares your behind. His fingers gently pull aside the thin stretch of fabric of your underwear and feel around until they’ve found what they’re looking for.
“Yunho—” you whine out at once. The pressure of his fingers against the butt plug heightening the delicious sensation of fullness you’ve been feeling since you put it in.
Yunho lets out a low hum against your lips. The press of his erection against your belly is unmistakable.
“I thought you’d like that,” you say, breath hitching when he pulls you closer by the hips. He grinds into you so slow you think you’ll go insane. His lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking to bruise.
“Please,” you moan, not even really knowing what the word means. Yunho’s lips curve up into a smirk momentarily, only to start licking and biting your skin with twice the fervor right after. You can tell he’s hard as a rock. He rubs himself against you, over and over, fingers digging into your skin as he caresses your waist and ass.
When he finally lets go, you’re both panting. Without a word, he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the mirrored wall of the practice room. Your hands touch the cool glass and your eyes land on Yunho behind you, taking off his shirt. He looks you up and down, lust dripping from his face.
“Fuck,” he curses when his eyes fixate on your ass, where the bejeweled plug sits, telling him just how needy his girlfriend has been. Staring intensely, he pulls down your panties.
“Baby,” he says, “you’re dripping.” He moves closer, putting his lips near your ear as his finger dips between your legs, feeling the slick wetness.
You bite back a moan as your legs buckle under the sudden pleasure.
“How long have you been waiting for me,” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear, “how long have you had this thing filling you up, huh?” He takes the protruding end of the plug and moves it, tilting it from left to right.
You can’t possibly utter a response. His fingers are both exploring your folds and playing with the toy in your ass. It’s taking you every once of control not to cry out his name and start begging.
“Tell me, baby,” he repeats more sternly as he pulls at the plug slowly, letting it come out, inch by inch, “how long.”
“Yunho, please—” you whine out, wishing you had something to dig your nails into instead of the cool, sleek mirror before you.
“Too long,” you gasp out, feeling your hole contract around the tip of the toy.
Your eyes meet his for a brief moment and just then, he pushes the plug back inside of you, all the while slipping two fingers inside of your heat.
Yunho smiles as his fingers start pumping, slowly but deeply. “Please what?”
Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“Please, just—” you croak out.
“Use your words, baby,” he says, kissing down the new bruises on your neck as he pleasures you.
“Please just fuck me,” you let out at last, feeling your cheeks go livid hot from the confession.
But Yunho seems satisfied. He adds another finger to stretch you out.
“You want me to fuck you?” he says as he pulls down his sweatpants, “you want me to fill you up just like your ass is filled up so good right now?”
All you can do is nod and blush.
“You love taking it from both sides at once, don’t you?” he goes on. He removes his final piece of clothing, revealing he’s more than ready to fuck your brains out.
You get one glimpse at his throbbing erection before he gives you a push, bending you over. You hands slide down against the mirror. When you look up again, Yunho has removed his fingers from between your legs and is positioning himself behind you. The tip of his dick moves just beyond your folds, entering you only just. He looks massive from this angle, a thought that makes you clench.
Yunho hums darkly in return and places both hands on your hips.
“Ready, baby?” he asks.
He only needs the tiniest nod from you to push forward.
He knows not to go all the way at once. You need adjusting to his size.
Weak-legged, you whimper under him. He feels so damn good already. You watch him bite his lip as he fights to restrain himself.
“M— more—” you mutter, too impatient to care about the possible pain.
His eyes snap to yours and you can see the gratitude in them just before he pushes deeper and you throw your head back in pain and pleasure. He goes slowly, panting loudly as he does, until he finally bottoms out against your ass.
It’s as if you’ve never been this full, as if anything more would mean his dick was in your abdomen. There can’t possibly be anything more than—
He starts to move and you lose your damn mind.
“Yunho—” you start to whine in spurs as he thrusts into you. It’s so much so suddenly. Your legs feel so weak but your arms are keeping you up against the glass. When you finally manage to open your eyes again, you find Yunho’s handsome face contorted in pleasure. Beads of sweat are running down his temples now and with every thrust of his hips, he lets out a deep, little pant that makes you go wild. His hands have an iron grip on you but after a minute or so, he releases one to grab hold of your arm. You take one hand off the mirror and allow Yunho to pull the arm back; another way of him controlling you. You’re ready to give yourself over to him completely, let him do whatever he wants. That’s how he makes you feel.
“You’re so tight,” he groans as he looks down his torso, no doubt admiring the jewel that still peeks out of your behind.
You’ve become a dissonant melody of moans under him. You’ve gone numb with pleasure. All you want is more of him.
“Please—” There’s that word again. You can’t help yourself from spilling it over and over again when he’s pleasuring you.
Yunho smiles in understanding. It’s one smooth movement. He tugs at your arm so you’re up against his chest. Your eyes meet again, both pairs a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.
“My baby needs all her holes filled, doesn’t she?” Yunho murmurs, never stopping his hips from grinding into you. He brings two of his large fingers to your lips, pressing softly. You immediately know to open your mouth to him so he can slip them inside. You taste yourself as they rest on your tongue. You moan around the digits and start suckling, relishing how they stifle your breath.
“There you go, baby,” he says darkly, “you’re all filled up.”
Tears begin to sting in your eyes from how overstimulated you’re becoming but there’s nothing you can do now. You can tell Yunho is starting to lose himself into the act as well. His thrusts get harder, faster and now, each time his pelvis hits against the butt plug, it shifts slightly inside of you, hitting just the right spot every single time.
You cry out loudly but he doesn’t care. On the contrary; he sticks his fingers deeper past your lips, nearly making you gag, while his dick slides in and out of you at rapid speed.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder as another row of slurs leave his lips.
“Yunho, I’m—” you manage to say before your cries become completely incoherent. You see only white as your G-spot is hit, over and over, sending you into a mind-blowing orgasm. It seems to last forever as Yunho never falters. He’s relentless, searching his own high.
With another deep groan his fingers leave your mouth and grab hold of your hips again. You’re only just in time to place your hands against the glass to keep yourself from falling over. His grip is so tight it hurts but that’s nothing compared to the feeling coursing through your system right now. It’s wave after wave of pure bliss, until over-stimulation takes hold of you.
“Babe,” Yunho moans and, just as you think you can’t handle another second, he shudders against you, reaching his own high. He rides it out while you whine at every move, unbelievably satisfied by your boyfriend.
When he finally lets go of your hips, you collapse onto the practice room floor, utterly spent.
Yunho runs over moments later with his trench coat, draping it over you.
“Such, a gentleman,” you smile as he lies down next to you.
“I know.” He grins proudly, wrapping himself around you. His hands travel over your naked form under the coat. He can’t help but stop at your butt, to play with the plug some more. He chuckles as he watches you squirm at the slightest touch.
“Hey, baby,” he says, kissing your shoulder blade.
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Summary: Life is not exactly easy being the royal gardeners’ daughter but at least it’s simple. When you’re suddenly called upon to serve as the prince’s personal servant, things get a little more than complicated, especially considering the secret history you and the prince share.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Warnings: general angstiness, a bit of a slow burn, very romantic, very soft, the fact that this will most likely become a long series cause I have no chill
Word Count: 6.5K
Author’s Note:
This final chapter finally fulfills the premise that this is in fact fluff. I promise I’m done breaking your hearts now, woohoo!
My Prince has grown so near and dear to my heart. I don’t usually write long fanfics so this was really quite special. I know I might sound overly dramatic or corny to some of you (and that’s okay). It’s just, I try to be intentional with everything I do. That’s why I wanted to do this right. That’s why I’ve gotten so attached. That’s why it’s taken me forever to finish as well probably haha!
This story is far from perfect. There are countless things that I would have liked to sculpt out more... but I think for that to have happened this would have to become a full on novel and that’s not what this was ever meant to be, so I’ve got to let go of those thoughts and just send it out into the world as it is.
In any case, I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed reading this story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. As always, please let me know what you think. As a writer, any type of feedback makes my heart flutter~
Thank you for all the love and support ♥
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You fell to the floor, your shriek buried in the chaos that surrounded you. There was so much noise so suddenly and none of it sounded good. Panicked, you raised your head to see the entrance to the room had been broken wide open and soldiers in silver and black attire were pouring in, brandishing swords, fire and crossbows. Yientan. Another cry left your lips as you scrambled backwards until you hit the wall behind you. They were here. They must have found out about the wedding and wanted to stop it before a legend could take away their power.
Strong hands grabbed you by the collar and you screamed out for help. You struggled in your attempt to pry the stranger off of you until you noticed the face that belonged to it.
“Come on!” Minghao ordered, dragging you up. He took your hand and set off at a sprint, leaving behind the bulk of the commotion. You could hear banging and screaming from other directions as well though. They must have the whole castle surrounded. Luckily Minghao knew all the secret, little passages attackers tended to overlook. It didn’t take long for you to realize where he was taking you. Before you could come to your senses, you were dragged through the heavy doors to Minghao’s private chambers and sat onto his bed.
“Stay here,” he said, kneeling at your side, clasping your palms in your lap, “don’t leave until it’s all over.” He got up and turned to leave.
“Wait!” you called, stopping him midway, “you can’t go out there!”
“I have to,” he replied stone faced.
“No!” Now it was you holding onto him. “Please don’t—” Your fingers dug into his robes with desperation.
“I have a responsibility,” he said, “I have to go—”
“Then I’m coming too,” you cut in but he shook his head.
“You can’t help,” he explained, “I can so I’m going.” He eyed you sternly for a few more seconds before softening. He sighed, brushing his hand over your cheek lovingly and finally saying, “do not follow me.”
“Hao, please,” you called as he pulled away. You ran to him just in time to keep him from shutting the door behind him entirely. Only a sliver of his face was visible in the gap.
“Stay safe,” he said, before vanishing.
In stunned silence you let the doors fall shut. You walked over to the bed and sat down because your legs felt shaky and your head dizzyingly light. Outside, the uproar continued to grow but Minghao had told you to stay. Your heart ached. It pulled and tugged at you, trying to get you to move but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to disappoint him. Your fingers wrapped around one of the silk pillows on his bed. Closing your eyes, you hugged the thing close. It was all you could do not to cry. You just wanted everything to be okay— for everything to go back to normal. But you supposed none of Minghao’s life had ever really been normal.
A loud crashing sound made you jump. Some large piece of glass must have just shattered somewhere. You got up from the bed and began to pace the room. You clamped your hands over your ears in a miserable attempt to shut out the madness. Shutting your eyes didn’t help either. The itch to do something was growing unbearable. When a few minutes later a crack so deep it was like walls crumbling made the wooden floor tremble, you decided that enough was enough.
Head in overdrive, you went for the window. Its balcony was wide and looked out over the east side of the gardens. Tonight, there were only balls of fire within the dark. With a sickening lurch, you thought of your parents. Had they managed to hide or escape? Or had the attackers set flame to their house while they slept, trapping them in an excruciating death? Panicking, you went for the balcony ledge. Once your feet found balance, you grabbed onto the ornate pillars and started to climb. The plan seemed insane and yet, somehow you felt like the adventurous prince had definitely made this climb before. With that information fueling your confidence, you made it onto the roof above the prince’s chambers.
From here, you could see most of the castle and its grounds. A landscape of hills and valleys lay before you in the form of various curved rooftops. It would have been quite beautiful if it hadn’t been for the screams and the fire. You didn’t know what you were doing, really. You just wanted to know everything was going to be alright. Besides, you’d never forgive yourself if something happened to Minghao while you hid away like a coward.
How many people were fighting down there? How much of a chance did they stand against Yientan? And what could Minghao possibly do in all this? You didn’t even know if he knew how to fight.
Hunching down to a crouch, you made your way toward the center part of the castle. You looked down wherever you could, trying to get a feel of the situation. You saw two servant girls running on a deck as they cried. You saw men fighting in little courtyards, blood staining their clothes. You saw the wooden walkway towards the prince’s library collapse in flames. All of this roused an anger in you that surprised you. You’d never been the bravest of people— you still weren’t. But something was taking over you. It didn’t matter that this castle had been the bane of your existence for the past few months. The castle was under attack and you felt it as you’d feel an attack on your own family. You jumped from roof to roof, wracking your brain over a way to help.
Something sharp whooshed past you and you gasped. You were just in time to turn around and see the Yientan soldier standing on a nearby rooftop, reaching for another arrow. You ducked away towards a lower part of the roof, suddenly feeling the sharp sting on your cheek. There were hurried footsteps behind you and you were running out of options. Your rooftopped landscape came to an end as you happened upon the center courtyard of the castle, where more soldiers fought.
Hoping fiercely you weren’t making the wrong decision, you jumped.
The landing was harsh and you failed to stifle the noise that fought to come out your mouth. A man dressed in silver and black turned your way.
Wasting no time, hopped onto the deck and dashed into the nearest corridor, running as fast as you could in your clumsy servant’s robes. You were disoriented and scared but also determent to outrun the soldier. The long hallways of the castle once again felt like a devious maze, trying to suffocate you. You turned a corner and half-fell-half-jumped down a narrow flight of stairs. Ignoring the sting in your left leg, you rushed along a half open deck, ducked under a low archway that lead you down to the underbelly of the castle. Here, it was pitch black except for the spaced out torch light that hung from the walls. Luckily, you knew where you were going. This lowest level of the castle was used for storage and servant work deemed too dirty to be looked upon by the masters. You took a right through a small door, finding yourself in one of the washrooms the servants used. Just as the soldier’s feet hit the wood floor behind you, you opened one of the closets and grabbed as many fresh sheets as you possibly could, throwing them over him. You watched him struggle for only the fraction of a second before escaping through a side door. You knew exactly where to hide.
You reached your destination within a minute, lowering yourself into a little crawlspace underneath the floorboards of the broom closet servants used to hide from Tou Ma when she was angry. You’d only have to wait a few minutes for the soldier to give up and leave and then you’d be safe. You were about to close up the floorboards when you heard the most dreadful sound in the world.
It was Minghao. He was screaming.
Without a second thought, you burst back into the corridor. You followed the echo of the scream in your mind. It wasn’t far off. It was right here, under the castle. You tried every door, finding deserted room after deserted room, wondering why Minghao was even here, hidden away from all the commotion.
Aside from the soldier that had followed you down, you hadn’t seen a single person down this low. Perhaps you’d imagined it, you thought, just as you slid through another open door you knew lead to the pantry.
The most shocking thing was not that Minghao was there; it was that the emperor of Namin was there too.
Minghao was knelt over his father’s form, shuddering slightly.
“Hao,” you whispered as you approached, an awkward feeling settling in your stomach. Something was very wrong. Tentatively, you knelt down beside the prince, gasping when you saw the blood. Panicked, you looked down, now noticing the dark trail on the floorboards.
“What— what happened?” you stammered. Minghao hadn’t acknowledged you yet. He was doubled over, tears falling down onto his father’s chest.
“Don’t leave me.” His voice was so thick with emotion the words were barely audible.
You knew the emperor wouldn’t reply.
“Please, father,” Minghao whimpered.
You’d never seen him like this; torn apart like an old book. Afraid of making things worse, you sat by and waited. The war outside didn’t matter now. You allowed his sobs to turn to quiet slowly.
When they had, Minghao straightened his back and looked at you. His face was red and blotchy. The pain in his eyes made you want to wrap your heart around him.
“He got shot,” he said at last. His hand reached out for yours and you took it, surprised at the tightness of his fingers around you.
“I found him back in the celebration hall I— I didn’t know what to do. I just knew I couldn’t let Yientan have him so I tried to find a place to hide him but by the time I got here he was barely breathing and—” fresh tears burned in his eyes, “he just— I can’t do this without him I can’t—”
“Hao— ” you started just as a creak in the floorboards made you both jump.
Over a dozen people shuffled into the room, each person looking more perplexed than the next at the sight of Minghao and the emperor. You blinked in surprise at the appearances of the Zhong family, a bit battered and stunned-looking but otherwise fine. Last to enter the room was Tou Ma. Her face paint had smudged, there was blood at her temple and her robe was ripped at the sleeve.
“Stay back, girls,” she said with a voice just as stern as ever before coming over. Her face turned grim the moment she got on her knees and took in the sight. Her eyes widened, her nostrils flared and her thin lips parted. She took a few moments to regain her calm. Gently, she flattened out a crinkle in her robe as she cleared her voice at last.
“My prince,” she spoke solemnly, “from the heart of Namin, I offer my deepest condolences.”
Minghao continued to stare down at his father’s chest.
“Tomorrow we mourn the end of the era— tonight—” she paused, her wrinkles tugging into a frown, “tonight lies in your hands.”
The words hung in the dusty storage room air, settling over the people within it, slowly, like bits of falling snow.
“My prince?” Tou Ma said and her voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.
Minghao hadn’t moved an inch. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking either.
Strands of messed up hair hung in front of his face as he looked down at the emperor. You knew Minghao understood what Tou Ma had implied. Now that the emperor was dead, Minghao was automatically in charge. It was time for him to fulfill his prophecy and become the legend he was destined to be. Except that Tou Ma hadn’t said it like that exactly. She’d left the decision up to him. Tonight lies in your hands. Somehow, you felt like the head servant understood the pressure that weighed on the prince. She’d left the course of action open so that, should he choose to do so, Minghao could hide away with the rest of the castle’s residents. Should he choose to do so, he could surrender to Yientan. It was up to Minghao to decide his fate, not some legend assigned at birth.
Finally, Minghao looked up at Tou Ma.
“My mother,” he said, “is she safe?”
“Of course, my prince,” Tou Ma replied at once, “she was my first priority. I sent her through the royal passage behind the west room tapestry before bringing others to safety. She must have reached the safe house by now.”
Minghao nodded. “Thank you.” He sat there, thinking for a few more seconds before he stood up.
“I’m going out there. Everyone else stay here.” His voice was monotone, matter-of-fact. “I have to speak to the emperor of Yientan and put a stop to this.”
No one spoke as he turned to leave the room. Even you were too shocked to speak. It was only after he’d left the room that you found the strength to move.
“Silly girl,” Tou Ma said, her voice sharp once more as she grabbed hold of your wrist, “this is the last time I tell you to stay away from him.”
You looked the head servant dead in the eye.
“Then this will be the last time I defy you,” you answered, breaking free from her grasp and running out of the room.
You caught up with Minghao halfway up the stairs. You tugged at his sleeve and called his name, softly, inquiringly. He looked back at you, looking apologetic.
“I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you,” he said quietly, “you’re already hurt.” His eyes went to your cheek, where the sting of the arrow still lingered.
You sighed. “And I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you.” You took his hand. “Hao, please,” you went on, “whatever happens, let’s do it together.”
Slowly, a smile formed on the new emperor’s lips. It failed to erase the pain in his reddened eyes but rather coated them in a temporary haze. His fingers tightened around yours and he whispered, “okay.”
*
“Where are we going?” you asked as you tiptoed through the castle, slipping from shadow to shadow.
“I know where he is,” Minghao replied.
You knew he was talking about the emperor of Yientan. You had no idea what he looked like but you’d overheard plenty of conversations about him during your time in the castle. He was a fierce ruler and a strong man of combat.
“Wait, you’re not going to fight him, are you?”
“No,” he replied, “I’m going to talk to him.”
The throne room looked smaller than usual. A pillar had fallen, dust and debris littered the usually shiny hardwood and on the golden throne sat, not Xu Yilan, but a younger-looking man. He was broad-shouldered and his dark hair fell in a single braid down to his waist. His black and silver armor was still spotless aside from the couple droplets of red that had splashed onto his chest. You almost couldn’t believe he was an emperor and not a war general. Xu Yilan had surely never fought like this. Judging by the tenacity in his eyes, he was enjoying this. Upon noticing Minghao he raised himself from the throne, eyes narrowing.
“Emperor Wu,” Minghao spoke up as he walked to the center of the room.
You decided to stay in the shadows for now. It was better for the Yientan leader not to know a second person was in the room.
“My father, Xu Yilan, is dead by your men’s hands.”
You had no idea how Minghao was keeping his emotions at bay but it was clearly a good thing. The man on the platform drew back, his eyes going wide.
“You,” he said in a gravely voice, “you are Xu Minghao?” He spoke loud and clear but was unable to hide his uneasiness. It was in the way he stood, overly square, and in the stark way his eyes stared ahead.
“I am,” Minghao said, “and I want you to listen to me for a moment.”
Silence. This was good.
“I do not want to fight you,” he went on, “I just want to talk. I want to restore the balance between Namin and Yientan.” He took a deep breath. “I want Yientan to give us back the highlands.”
A low yet booming laughter filled the empty throne room.
“You expect us to just give you back the highlands?” the emperor scoffed, “and what will Yientan receive in return?”
You watched Minghao as a silence trickled into the air. He was completely still, his mind probably racing like a warhorse.
“In return,” he said at last, his voice deep yet clear, “Yientan will be spared the dragon’s wrath.”
You could see the fear spring into the emperor’s eyes.
“You lie, young man,” he said, though it was obvious Minghao’s words had derailed him a bit. Slowly, the man unsheathed a long sword and pointed it at Minghao.
“There is no dragon,” he spat, starting to walk down the platform, “where is your dragon now, huh? Did it come when our people charged your gates? No, it did not.”
Minghao’s chest heaved but he stood his ground. You couldn’t understand how he stayed so calm. He had nothing to defend himself with.
“Did it come when your father was struck down by one of my men?” emperor Wu continued as he approached, “it did not.”
This was all wrong, you thought, panic taking over you.
“Up on the roof of this broken palace, a golden dragon stands, yes,” the emperor said, a wicked smile spreading onto his lips. He was getting too close.
“It is nothing but a symbol of wealth, a meaningless decoration!”
Minghao stood as a statue, defiant.
“It could not save your father, nor your people,” he grinned, “and it surely won’t save you.”
“Stop!” you screamed, breaking away from your hiding spot. Both men turned their heads in surprise, a moment you took to jump in between them, arms out, shielding Minghao from his attacker.
“Don’t hurt him, please!” you cried. You knew you were making foolish decisions but there wasn’t a single cell in your body capable of doing anything else in that moment.
Pain shot through your arm as general Wu grabbed hold of you.
“No!” Minghao yelled, immediately jumping for the general’s second arm in an attempt to tear the sword from his grasp. Your head spun as you were tugged around, the three of you in an awkward tangle until you heard a gasp that could only be Minghao’s. You watched him fall to the floor, clutching his side, where the fabric of his shirt started to color red.
You wanted to scream but before any sound had the chance to leave your lips, the whole room began to shake.
Emperor Wu backed towards the wall, dragging you with him and that’s when you heard it. An ear-piercing cry coming from somewhere up above. The ceiling cracked and gave away right where Minghao crouched. You cried out his name in a desperate attempt to save him when you realized the falling debris wasn’t crushing him. Instead, it turned to dust mid-fall, scattering over the floor like sand on a windy day.
Emperor Wu gave a startled shriek behind you. A massive creature burst through the broken ceiling with another deafening cry. It looked like a giant, glimmering snake with horns. Its fanged mouth was the size of two grown men and its golden scales reflected the devastation in the room. It curled itself around Minhao, who was still on hands and knees on the floor, obscuring him from view.
“It— it’s— it can’t be!” the man behind you stuttered, shivering all over. You took the opportunity to yank yourself from his grasp.
The dragon let out a large huff and steam released from its dinner-plate-sized nostrils. You couldn’t help but feel a trickle of fear pulse through you as you approached the beast. But you had to trust.
The dragon’s body uncurled once more, revealing Minghao. He was standing; even more, he looked revitalized. A determent look had taken over his face. He stepped in front of the dragon and addressed the cowering emperor.
“As I said before,” he said, his voice strong and demanding now, “I don’t want to fight. I don’t want this war. Yientan and Namin can live in peace. Even better, we can make each other stronger.” He glanced at you and his eyes filled with warmth. “I know we are different but Namin will no longer fear those differences. It is by cooperating that we will learn and grow—”
The emperor scoffed. “And to achieve this peace of yours,” he grumbled, “I assume you want the highlands back?”
“They belong to Namin,” Minhao replied calmly.
“And what’s next?” emperor Wu went on, his pitch rising, “you’ll invade us with your big dragon protector and we’ll have to give up everything?!”
“No.” Minghao shook his head. “Namin doesn’t need any more. Just the highlands and harmony with Yientan. If you promise me these things, emperor Wu, this dragon will never be used for violence. It too can be a symbol of peace.”
The emperor of Yientan stood there, fighting a fight within himself. All you could do was wait. Minghao didn’t look scared anymore though. The dragon had taken his fear. The cold mask had vanished as well, leaving his eyes exactly the way you remembered them from years ago; kind, curious, inviting. Years of pressure had fallen off of his shoulders, allowing him to stand up straight and confident.
His gaze went to you for a moment and he reached out his hand.
Heart swelling with joy, you took it, feeling more than ever before, like you belonged.
Emperor Wu observed all of this with pain in his eyes. You still had no idea what the man was thinking but you felt safer now, so close to Minghao.
“Alright,” he said finally, starting to walk towards you, “you win, little emperor.” He shook his head in defeat. “You’ve still got a lot to learn about ruling and, mark my words, you will regret the things you’ve said today— all this talk about peace and harmony—” he stopped just a couple feet away from Minghao, “but at least for now, Yientan will bow to Namin.” He bent over into a ninety degree bow and Minghao let show just the tiniest smile. He was proud— and he should have been. You squeezed into his hand and felt him squeeze back when, all of a sudden, a lot of things happened.
Emperor Wu raised himself, drawing from a loop in his belt a tiny dagger and driving it into Minghao’s chest. At the same time, the dragon behind you let out a magnificent roar as it charged at Yientan’s emperor, knocking the breath right out of his lungs. All this time, you stood, frozen to the spot in complete and utter shock.
When you felt Minhao’s hand slip from yours, you cried out his name. You caught him as he staggered and the two of you landed with a soft thud on the floor. Panicked, your hands dove to his chest, looking for the stab wound as tears began to stream down your cheeks.
“Hey,” you heard someone say softly, vaguely but you didn’t have time now. You had to stop the bleeding.
Something took hold of your chin, lifting it. It was Minghao. He was smiling the sweetest smile and you didn’t understand.
“I’m okay,” he said, pulling aside his robes, revealing nothing but a light cut along his ribcage.
“Hao,” you sniffled as his thumb came to wipe away some of your tears.
“I’m okay,” he said again, nodding softly.
And so all the adrenaline fled your body. Without a second thought, you flung your arms around his neck and hugged him close. It was a hug such as you’d shared when you were children; one made of pure happiness. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close. You were still crying, sort of, but you were sure it was the good kind of crying.
A gentle hand landed on top of your head, patting it in a soothing manner. You took it all in, the feel of him, his scent, the way his heart beat against yours.
“Everything is gonna be alright now, right?” you mumbled into his chest.
You felt him sigh.
“I think so.”
*
The following days were some of the strangest of your entire life.
The emperor of Yientan wasn’t dead. The dragon had hit him pretty bad but it had ultimately left the decision up to Minghao. Minghao, who of course decided to have the foreign emperor nursed back to health by Namin’s finest doctors. He still believed that peace between the two lands was possible.
You and Minghao, along with all remaining castle staff, had temporarily moved into the castle gardens. Most of the garden staff huts had apparently been spared from the fight. It wasn’t spacious by any means, but it was enough for the time being.
Not that you didn’t have any other options.
News of the attack and especially the return of the dragon had spread like wildfire through the cities and towns of Namin. Wealthy traders and investors offered their own residences in honor of the new legendary emperor but Minghao had turned them all down. He said he wanted to help rebuild the castle.
“Besides, I don’t know if I’m ready to face them yet.” Minghao’s face was contemplative as you two sat overlooking the rose garden from a hilltop.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
He leaned back onto his hands. “I don’t know,” he said, “I’m not ready to be their legend, truly this time. How am I supposed to— after my father.” He shook his head. “I’m no better than him. He was just a man and so am I.”
Up in the sky, the golden dragon trailed patterns in the afternoon clouds. It had fluttered around the gardens all day; a beacon of hope.
“I know I have a job to do but—” he said finally, “I still can’t help but feel like I’m losing something precious.”
You nodded, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Things will be more complicated,” you admitted. It was true. You didn’t want to sugarcoat that for him. However, you weren’t worried.
“But you won’t be doing any of it alone.”
You could feel him start to smile as his arm slid around your shoulder.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Your majesty,” a tense voice said.
It was Tou Ma. You were surprised to find you were happy to see her.
“We have received word from your mother. She will be coming home in a few days. The Zhong family meanwhile have arrived home this morning. They are well.”
Minghao nodded, his face stony but a lot going on behind his eyes.
“Should I send word back?”
“No,” Minghao was quick to answer but then he caught himself, “I think I’ll write Zhong Mei and her parents a letter myself. They deserve that.” He was frowning to himself now. “And tell my mother I’m sorry— and can’t wait for her arrival.”
“I will,” Tou Ma said solemnly, her eyes trailing off. She was searching for words.
“What is it?” Minghao questioned.
Tou Ma pursed her lips.
“He is awake.”
*
You followed Minghao to one of the larger huts in the garden, where emperor Wu was being treated. The room was bare, save for a bed and a night stand upon which stood a bowl of water and a clean cloth. A middle-aged lady in simple blue robes stood by his bed. The moment she noticed Minghao, she fell into a deep bow.
“That’s alright,” Minghao said, taking her hands as she rose, “thank you for your amazing work.”
The woman went red in the face but smiled brightly back at him.
The emperor of Yientan still suffered a few bruises, one below his left eye. You couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy around him so you watched Minghao approach from a distance.
“How are you feeling?” he asked the man in the bed.
Emperor Wu let out a heavy sigh as his eyes landed on Minghao.
“I’ve been better,” he said.
There was a silence you weren’t sure of the meaning of. Minghao seemed to be waiting.
“I’ve sat here for a while now, you know,” he went on, “been awake since sometime last night— in and out of it most likely— but I’ve been thinking.”
The man in the bed looked nothing like he had during the battle. He’d been full of fire then. Now, he had a depleted look about him.
“Do you know what I was thinking?”
Minghao shook his head softly.
To your surprise, the emperor of Yientan let out a chuckle. Maybe he really had suffered brain damage after all.
“I was thinking, why am I in this comfortable bed?” he snickered lowly, “I thought I might have died. Thought it might be the afterlife. But then I was informed of your decision to let me live. To let me go.” His face went sad suddenly, brows furrowed. He looked almost silly.
“I realized I admire you, your majesty. You chose to spare the life of the man who invaded your land and took it for his own, the man responsible for your father’s death, the man that might have been responsible for your own death—” he let out another chuckle. “I thought you must be either mad or genius— I, um— I’m still not truly certain which one it is but I can say one thing for sure: you’ve got more bravery in that little body of yours than I’ve seen in any ruler of my lifetime. And I have no choice but to respect that.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your hands were anxiously clutched in front of your chest.
“Thank you, your majesty,” Minghao said, his shoulders relaxing a bit.
Emperor Wu raised himself in the bed, took the cloth from the nightstand and wiped his face with it. When his face was revealed once more, he was smiling.
“Alright,” he said, looking up at Minghao, “let’s get this over with. Let’s talk.”
*
This is how Namin was restored. The highlands were returned and multiple treaties were formed between Namin and Yientan, promising peace and collaboration for all time to come.
Minghao hugged his mother close a few nights later, and a ceremony was held for the death of Xu Yilan. It was a sombre meeting in a nearby temple, the only other attendees aside from direct family the thousands of fireflies that lit up the air.
Then, finally, it was time to go public with everything that had happened. The coming of the legend emperor had to be celebrated and the people of Namin were not going to let that opportunity go to waste. Banners were raised, fireworks set off, as a magnificent parade made its way through the capital.
Throughout all this, you found yourself completely overwhelmed, not only because so much was happening at once, but also because Minghao wanted you to be a part of it all.
“Are you alright?” Minghao whispered into your ear.
You hardly knew how to respond to that. You were sitting in a luxurious golden carriage, wearing the most beautiful silk you’d ever laid eyes on. Layers of pale pinks and greens, adorned with gold thread fell from your shoulders. Your hair had been elegantly put together by Tou Ma herself that morning, with flowers and ribbons she’d handpicked for you. If all that wasn’t enough to make your heart do cartwheels, Minghao, the new emperor of Namin sat beside you, holding your hand while he waved at the people cheering. And there were a lot of people around you. It seemed as if all of Namin had come out to watch the procession. You weren’t as confident as Minghao, darting your hand up occasionally to wave at the public, only to change your mind the next second and put it back down.
“I’m terrified,” you replied, “ecstatic and overjoyed and terrified.”
“That sounds about right,” he said, grinning, “but don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.”
Surely enough, the procession halted in the main square of the capital. A tall platform had been put up in the center of it. As you’d expected, your carriage opened its doors right beside it. It was time for Minghao to give his speech. With one last smile in your direction he left for the platform. You watched him breath in and out, visibly shaking the nerves out of his body before he began.
“People of Namin,” he spoke loud and clear, “in the last week, a lot of things have happened and rumors have run rampant. I believe you all deserve to know exactly what has happened at the castle and what this means for the future of Namin.”
You looked in complete awe and adoration, as Minghao explained the events of the past weeks and even before that; the protests, the arrival of the Zhong family and their plans, the attack, death of Xu Yilan and finally, the legend of the dragon.
“It is true,” Minghao said, “the dragon lives once more.”
Just then, a bright glimmer fell all over the square and the people squinted upwards to see the golden dragon fly overhead.
“It will protect Namin for as long as I live and hopefully longer.”
The crowd erupted in jubilant cheers. Minghao took this opportunity to look back at you. You were suddenly highly aware of the ridiculously wide grin that had been plastered on your face ever since he’d begun his speech. He returned it gladly and, to your surprise, beckoned you to join him onto the platform.
Your eyes went the size of daisies as you vigorously shook your head at him. He only smiled kindly at you and turned back around as the commotion had died down mostly.
“My dear people, it has been a glorious day!” he yelled “but I have one more announcement to make.”
This turned the whole crowd silent.
“Throughout the challenges of the past week I have had to be strong. In order for the dragon to arise, I’ve had to be strong. I’m the true leader, I’m Namin’s hope, I am a legend come to life— I’ve been hearing these types of statements all around and I would like to say that, while your praise is appreciated, I fear I’m not entirely deserving—”
“There’s a reason I’ve been able to be strong. There’s a reason I’ve been able to keep my head on the right track, there’s a reason I feel like I can be a worthy leader to you all and it is a reason entirely outside of myself.”
He turned back around to face you. Your face went hot when you realized he was actually coming down to fetch you. He took your hand, gave you the most loving smile and pulled you up.
Everything looked simultaneously tiny and overwhelming from up on the platform. Luckily you had Minghao holding onto your hand or you for sure would’ve fainted.
“I can be the leader I am because of this woman,” he said, “she has been the one thing that’s grounded me in all of this and if it hadn’t been for her, I’m not sure I’d be standing here making this speech today.”
Your heart was pounding out of control and you felt lightheaded. You were grateful when Minghao’s arm slid around your waist and steadied you.
“On this special day, we celebrate the resilience and rebirth of Namin,” Minghao stated confidently, “but I would also like to use this day to profess my undying love for the girl standing beside me.”
A sea of murmurs welled up from the crowd. Minghao came to face you again and suddenly, he looked less like an emperor and more like the boy you’d always known.
“I’ve always loved you,” he said quietly, “it’s always been you.” His hand came to hold your face gently. “I know the life I lead from now on will be full of challenges and responsibilities, it will be a life in the spotlight, maybe—” he sighed, “maybe nothing like the life you’d imagined for yourself but—” he was really searching for words now, his eyes darting in all directions until they finally landed back on yours.
“If you’ll have me, I would love for you to share that life with me.”
It was as if a collection of fireworks set off inside of you, shooting from the top of your head all the way down to your toes, setting you aflame. It was an overload of feelings. You didn’t even notice the tear trickling down your cheek until Minghao wiped it away.
“So, will you?” he asked, looking like he might collapse from nerves as well now.
The smile burst free from its own accord as the reality of the situation finally sank in.
“Yes, of course!” you let out and your arms flung themselves around Minghao’s neck.
Now the people of Namin were really cheering, their noise like drums in your head as you embraced Minghao. Even when you broke apart the cheering didn’t stop; it only grew wilder as Minghao pressed his lips to yours.
In all your life you’d never thought this would be yours. Even as a child you’d known that Minghao, your playmate wasn’t to be wanted. He was different, above others, untouchable, and for years you’d struggled to come to terms with that grim fact. And yet here he was, in front of you and all of Namin, telling you he loved you. It was the beginning of a new era for Namin and it seemed that its residents were ready for change. And you were more than certain Minghao was the right person to lead the people with justice and, above all, love.
cheering you on, take your time. you have a personal life outside of this place, and that okay! i’m just glad you’re (hopefully) doing well <3
you have no idea how much that means to me you're gonna get me all emosh oh my days 💕💕💕 I hope you're having a great day! Sending all my love and good vibes your way anon 💕💕💕💕💕💕
I'm doing alright now. I got a stomach flu a few days ago so that was not a fun time but I'm doing much better today 😚
so I know I haven’t posted here in quite some time and I’m really sorry for that.
I’m gonna hit you with the regular excuses such as “I’ve been really busy with my job and my novel” and also the old “my tumblr literally broke for a while so I couldn’t post or see any notifications”
still sorry though
HOWEVER
just wanted to let you guys know that I’ll be posting the final chapter of My Prince VERY SOON (I am sorry I left y’all with a cliffhanger like that and then just stopped posting)
It’s gonna be a long one but a good one so stay tuned~
As for the other requests I’ve still got, those will be coming as well in due time (if anyone is still interested at this point haha)
I’ll be updating my WIP lists and stuff and posting them as well cause I GOTTA GET MY SHIT TOGETHER
Summary: Life is not exactly easy being the royal gardeners’ daughter but at least it’s simple. When you’re suddenly called upon to serve as the prince’s personal servant, things get a little more than complicated, especially considering the secret history you and the prince share.
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Part 3
Part 4
Warnings: general angstiness, a bit of a slow burn, very romantic, very soft, the fact that this will most likely become a long series cause I have no chill
Word Count: 7K
Author’s Note: this is long overdue but also, this is just long! I just couldn’t stop writing and so now this chapter is 7K so yeah ENJOY!! ✌️
Let me know what you think, good or bad, I love the feedback ♥
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Fine.
Those last words he'd said to you kept playing in your mind the following days. Technically he'd said other words since but they'd been cloaked in formalities; commands from a prince to a servant, nothing more. You'd really screwed up this time, you'd lost him forever. It was a thing you'd known would happen from the start but that didn't soften the pain now festering in your chest.
Minghao had met with Zhong Mei, as he had supposed to that day. He'd been a perfect picture of royalty, graceful and pleasant; and she'd been lovely as she always was, smiling all the way through the meal. Meanwhile you had stood flanking the wall with Tou Ma, trying to keep your tears from spilling over. You'd kept your eyes down, counting the colorful mosaics that threaded the shiny black flooring until the whole thing was over.
Not that any of it was over of course.
After the prince and his bride's first official meeting, the two were ushered out into the gardens to "spend some time alone" while you helped Tou Ma with a another seemingly endless string of wedding-related tasks.
Slowly but surely your body reverted to autopilot, working your hands raw and your legs sore. You barely realized you were spacing out until at last, you lied down in your sheets on the floor of the maid's quarters and cried. You cried and cried in stuttered silence, praying the sun would not come up again. You didn't know how you'd face another day. You thought about feigning illness but knew Tou Ma would not be so easily fooled.
*
“You’ll be out in the gardens today,” the head maid explained with a weary expression. This whole wedding business seemed to have taken a toll on the old woman as well. “Floral arrangements need to be decided on and I need you to oversee the whole thing gets done in time. Can I trust you with that?”
Your head bobbed up and down faster than was polite. A rush charged through your chest at the idea of spending time with the flowers. Despite your frequent complaining as a gardener, you’d always enjoyed taking care of the vivid, fragrant plants that grew in the royal gardens. But more than that, you knew what this request must mean.
“Mother!” you cried, breaking out into a run. She looked older and shorter somehow, but her embrace was as tight as ever.
Of course, your parents would be working on the flower arrangements as well.
“Look at you!” she said, holding your face in her dirt-stained hands, “my daughter, a real part of the castle.”
Overwhelmed with grief for the life you’d left behind, a sob welled up from the back of your throat but before it could break free into the morning air, Tou Ma interrupted.
“There is lots of work to be done so we better start at once,” she said matter-of-factly, unrolling a long piece of parchment, “I have sat down with both the royal family and the Zhong family respectively and decided on a theme and color scheme for the celebration. I have listed all requirements specifically. The types, the arrangements, the placements, all of it has been meticulously planned.” She then turned her head your way. “I’m leaving you in charge of making sure everything is accounted for on the day. This is a big task, but regrettably, I am far too busy taking care of everything else to take this on as well. And you are the gardener’s daughter, after all. Do not disappoint me.” With another one of her stern looks, she handed you the scroll, gave a curt bow to your parents and walked away.
Now this was a task you were up for. You gazed around you, at the stretches of colorful flowers that ran as far as the eye could see. There were rows and rows of chrysanthemums that spawned in colorful formations, bushes of peonies flanking cobbled pathways, a whole field of the most delicious-smelling lavender, lilies and azaleas and roses and narcissus flowers and you felt all at once, at home. For a moment you seemed to forget the prince and your feelings. It was like a giant slimy toad had just slipped right off of your shoulders, leaving you feeling light as air.
Looking over the list, you were up for quite the challenge. The sheer amount of flowers that would need to be harvested for this event, on such short notice, was startling. But with the help of your parents and their staff, you were confident you’d be able to pull it off. You spent the whole morning and most of the afternoon rushing from one end of the garden to the other, figuring out which plants would be needed, when they’d need to be cut and who would craft what particular piece. It was a little strange, being in charge when all the gardeners were quite a bit older and definitely more experienced than you, but your parents kept encouraging you whenever you stuttered.
“I’m so proud of you,” your mother said as you both sat down for a rest underneath a pine tree on a hill overlooking the garden. She pulled out a packed lunch for the both of you: rice wrapped in bamboo leaves with plum fillings.
“Mother,” you sighed, not knowing how to react. You felt like a fraud. You weren’t what she thought you’d become at the castle. You weren’t some high-standing servant, near and dear to the king and queen. You were a screwup. You’d caused so much trouble since your arrival at the castle you were quite frankly surprised you hadn’t been banished yet.
You could see most of the royal gardens from here; well, the most beautiful parts anyways. There was almost no one out there today. Everyone was most likely busy preparing for the wedding except—
Minghao was strolling through the rose garden ways away from the hill you were sitting. You could see him clearly, his upper body sticking out over the bushes. Zhong Mei was beside him, wearing a white robe with some sort of lilac pattern on it. You couldn’t see the expression on their faces but the close vicinity with which they walked by each other made your stomach turn upside down. Your eyes followed the two figures until their path ventured right and a large chestnut tree obscured your view.
“Let’s just keep working,” you said, getting up as you folded your lunch back closed and slid it in your pocket.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, child.” Your mother’s voice hadn’t changed at all, croaky like a frog but filled with warmth.
You kept your back turned to her, hugging yourself close.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“My little flower,” her voice came from behind and you felt a hand land on your shoulder, “something is bothering you.”
“I’m fine.”
She chuckled at that. “Liar. I can tell by the way your shoulders hunch,” she said, turning you around to face her, “and look, your eyebrows are all droopy.”
You shook your head. “First of all, that doesn’t make any sense and besides, I don’t want to talk about it.” You knew at once it had been a vain attempt to fend off the stubborn woman. You watched her heave a deep sigh. She was shorter than you but somehow always managed to make you feel like a baby. Her wrinkled eyes scanned your face quizzically for a few seconds before her lips curled into a knowing grin.
“You need to let go, flower,” she said, poking you in the chest with a dirty finger.
You stared at her incredulously. “Let what go?”
The old woman rolled her eyes, smiling still. “Whatever it is that’s causing all of this good-for-nothing heartache!” She patted you on both shoulders. “Go on, away with it!”
A tiny smile crept its way onto your face. “It’s not that easy.”
Your mother sighed deeply once more and turned to look out over the gardens and the castle.
“I know, dear,” she said, “the castle comes with complications these gardens could never carry. That’s why me and your father stay out here, between the fruits and the flowers. You on the other hand,” she went on, turning back to you and taking your hand, “you have some reason for staying at the castle, no?”
Your face burned at the words. You didn’t know what exactly your mother was implying but the way her deep eyes bore into yours now made you feel awfully exposed.
“You can always come back to us, of course,” your mother explained further, squeezing your hand, “but if your heart lies no longer here—”
“It doesn’t matter where my heart lies,” you cut in, taking a step back, “how I feel doesn’t matter.”
Your mother’s eyes creased as they filled with something you hated to see. Was it pity? Understanding? Whatever, you didn’t need any of it. For the smallest of moments you’d thought your problems might be solved with some wise parental advice but that had clearly been a child’s thinking. This problem didn’t have solving. You just had to learn to live with the fact that Minghao was gone forever and he’d never look at you the way he had that night under the orange trees. He’d never smile at you the way he had when he taught you how to read, he’d never touch you the way he had that evening in his chambers— or even— you couldn’t bear remembering his kiss. It was too much. It should haver have happened.
“Let’s just keep going, please,” you said at last, keeping your eyes on the grass between your feet.
The rest of the day went by like a tidal wave. In a matter of hours, you’d crossed the whole of the gardens at least half a dozen times, hauling around heavy equipment, making lists, delegating tasks and making stupid amounts of mini mock-ups of the flower pieces Tou Ma had asked for. By the time you entered the castle, you were so exhausted you thought you might just crash in a closet on the way to your room. The hustle and bustle inside the castle walls had died down as well. Aside from the occasional servant, the dark hallways were deserted and quiet. Yawning freely, you shuffled your way through them, only to get startled by the sudden noise not so far away.
“Silence, son,” a voice whispered irritably, “the castle is asleep.”
“I’m sorry.”
Hao.
Without thinking, you approached a door you’d passed before. You didn’t know what lay behind it, only that, right now, it was being occupied by the emperor and his son, prince Minghao.
“You’ve heard by now the protests haven’t seized I assume. We’re losing not only the Shingmin people but all the highlands. I have tried to protect you from your destiny for far too long I’m afraid.”
There was a long pause. You felt the pain of it right through the wood of the door.
“My son,” the emperor added wearily, “I did not want to leave this country to you on the brink of war. But the season of peace has run out. You are young and overly frivolous at times but we must believe you are capable. It is time to stop thinking about yourself and take on the responsibility you’ve always known was yours to take on. You have the power to free us all. Your legend will be told for centuries to come.”
“My legend,” Minghao spoke at last. His voice was dry and void of emotion. You wanted to go to him. You wanted to help but you didn’t know how.
Krrrr
The floorboard creaked under your feet as you’d subconsciously leaned in closer to the door. There was no way they hadn’t heard that. You pushed away from the door and set off at a run, heart racing, all the way to the maid’s quarters.
Your covers were warm and your eyelids heavy but regardless, you couldn’t seem to find your way to sleep. You tossed and turned until you were sure your hair would be a rat’s nest the following morning. Your body was lying on the floor, between dozens of happily snoozing servants, but your mind was still at that door, listening in. You knew Minghao wouldn’t appreciate it but you felt sorry for him. The weight resting on his shoulders was colossal compared to the slimy toad that tended to bother yours. His legend was beyond famous. Every person in Namin knew it like they knew the color of the sky. Every person in Namin was counting on him. You could tell by the way they looked at him. He was a savior to them. But he was just a boy. You knew that. He knew that. He was a boy, desperately trying to figure out how to live up to a legend that was born with him; a boy trying to solve an impossible riddle, trying to unlock some big secret, trying to somehow heal an entire nation.
All these thoughts floated haphazardly through your head, bouncing and clashing within the walls of your skull until, sudden as a bolt of lightning, they clicked together.
A Vast Unfathomable Secret.
That’s what the book must have been for all along. You shot up from the floor, wide awake now, and set off towards the prince’s library.
It made so much sense you cursed yourself for not seeing it before. You burst through the heavy oak doors and went to light a candle. The room looked beautiful at night, moonlight shining through the circular windows, casting hazy glows on the walls of books.
You had no idea how to start. You’d searched for this book so many times. Then again, you hadn’t been able to make your way through the entire room yet. Filled with stubborn determination, you grabbed your candle tightly and climbed up to a section you hadn’t explored yet. You could read the spines now, thanks to Minghao. In this particular section alone were books about geography, fortune telling, animals and plants you’d never even heard of, as well as poetry. You were tempted to open some of them but knew you had a more important goal. You made the mental note of reading as many books as you possibly could when all of this was over; if Minghao would continue allowing you to come here, at least.
When the first section revealed nothing, you moved on to another, and then another. You’d finish off the whole room before you’d give up. You had to help the prince in any way you could; if you couldn’t be with him, at least you could still be of use to him.
*
When you woke up, bright sunlight was already streaming into the room generously and your body ached in all kinds of places. You immediately knew you were in trouble. You’d fallen asleep slumped against a bookcase and were now most likely extremely late for your appointment in the gardens.
Tripping over your tunic, you burst through the library doors and onto the long deck. It was a humid and hot day. Up ahead in the distance, like tiny brown specs against the vibrant green grass, were the gardeners’ huts, where you were supposed to meet with everyone to start harvesting and putting together the flower pieces for the wedding.
Oh shoot, the wedding. The wedding was tomorrow. It was actually tomorrow. Not wanting to waste any more time than you already had, you jumped over the railing and tumbled into the grass below. One of your feet landed in something wet but that didn’t matter now. You ran to the huts, not caring about how the long grass and prickly bushes dirtied your clothes, but when you finally arrived, panting like a dog, there was no one there. Instead, a note hung lifelessly on your parents’ door.
Flower
We’ve gone ahead and started harvesting
See you soon
A huge wave of gratitude coursed through you at those words.
Thanks mother
You raced through the gardens, catching up with everything that was going on.
Thanks to your parents, you were still somewhat on schedule. Aside from delegating tasks, you helped in creating bouquets and garlands and wreaths in rich oranges and reds, as well as deep pinks and purples. The air was sticky and dense. Sweat crawled down your temples as you worked beside your parents, but you were glad for the hard labor; it distracted you. Your nails blackened and your hair filled with twigs and pollen. It felt good. You were surprised when the sun had only just started going down as the last of the decorations got finished.
“Don’t underestimate us,” you dad said with a grand smile, “I don’t know how you fancy people do it at the castle, but we work fast.”
You smiled back at him, glad to have made it in time.
You moved the decorations to a safe place they could be preserved until the morning, which took another hour or so but after that, you were all done. Tou Ma hadn’t even given you any other tasks for the day, which meant, you were free.
All at once, an unavoidable exhaustion took over you. The hot sun and humid air had drained your body that had grown unaccustomed to the life of a gardener. Another reason was probably the fact that you’d slept propped up against a bookcase the night before. A hot bath sounded amazing right about now. And after you might even be able to take a nap? Yes, that sounded good. You needed sleep.
Sighing and panting, you dragged yourself back to the castle. Instead of the main entrance, you chose a smaller door on the left wall that was meant for servants mostly. Coming around the corner you let out a sudden gasp, finding the door blocked by a broad-shouldered man with a long scar across his cheek.
“Identify yourself,” he said sternly, looking your muddy form up and down.
The side door had never been guarded before. You supposed it was another wedding-related thing.
After explaining who you were and what you’d been doing outside, the man stepped aside, grunting something inaudible as you passed. Whatever, you thought, entering a modest-looking corridor. At least you’d be able to reach the maid’s quarters without running into—
“WHAT IS THIS MESS?!”
Tou Ma.
The tall lady strode towards you, looking like an underfed but furious bull.
“Look at the floors, they have been polished just this morning and now!” her voice reached a crescendo, “look at this! You want me to seizure!?”
"I'm sorry," you blurted out, "I've been preparing the flowers and—"
"Are they done?"
"They are—"
"So something has gone right today at least! Honestly it's suffocating, all this work in so little time I swear the emperor wants me to lose my marbles I've still got so much to do, this whole thing is ridiculous! Could they move the wedding to next week so the castle can prepare to its fullest abilities? Probably but will they? No, no of course they won't that would make my job too easy, wouldn't it?!"
You were staring into the face of a deranged woman. Tou Ma was sweating the white powder right off her face, fanning herself for dear life.
"Um," you tried, once the woman seemed to be taking a break to catch her breath, "is there anything I can help with?" You regretted the offer the moment the words left your lips but you couldn't stand seeing her this way. No matter how much the vile old woman tormented you, seeing her usually strong personality weakened like this made you feel sort of bad.
Tou Ma eyed you suspiciously for a few moments before she caved.
"Very well," she said, "you will run an errand for me. In my haste I forgot to bring the empress' scarf out with the rest of her robes for the celebration. They need to bask in the moonlight tonight."
"Of course," you replied, though you had no idea what she was talking about. Wealthy people really did have all kinds of strange rituals.
"They will be in her private chambers," she went on, "I'd fetch them myself but I'm on my way to a meeting with the chef and I've yet to go over the guest list with security and her majesty will need her bath before nightfall and I haven't had a scrap to eat since sunrise and—"
"That's alright," you cut in, for the head maid was panting again, "I'll grab her scarf and bring it to the deck, I guess?"
"The south east deck on the top floor, child, that's where we're leaving them out," Tou Ma explained, clutching her chest.
"Got it," you said, turning on your heels.
"It is a scarlet thing," Tou Ma call after you, "silk with gold-thread details."
"Okay," you called back as you made your way down the corridor.
"Child!" her screechy voice cried before you could round a corner, "I beg of you, wash up first will you?"
You did as you were told and had your bath. It was not the long, relaxing bath you'd hoped for but it did manage to wash away some of the exhaustion from your body. You allowed your muscles to relax for a few minutes, hopped out and hurried towards the royal quarters. You'd only ever visited Minghao's chambers; his parent's area was completely new territory. The place was guarded heavily by men who only let you in after a thorough interrogation and once inside, you realized you had no idea of where to look for the scarf.
You were in a rectangular room with shiny, red-toned walls and floors. It was completely bare save for the golden candelabras that lined the walls. Two black and gold doors that faced each other waited for you.
Clueless, you tried the first door. You knocked twice and waited until you were sure you weren’t disrupting something. When nothing happened, you opened it.
You were met with complete darkness. With a bit of a struggle, you pulled free one of the candelabras from the hallway and entered the dark room.
It was extremely minimal. There were no windows. Only a simple bookcase and a large writing desk. Scrolls of parchment and bottles of ink lay spread out across it. Seeing them made you feel suddenly feel as though you were seeing something you weren’t supposed to. This was the emperor’s private study.
Backing away fast, you found yourself in the hallway once more. You tried the room opposite the study, entering after knocking. This room was anything but dark. The whole west wall was non-existent, giving sight to stretches of grassland and the mountains up in the far distance. As the sun set, it cast a breathtaking pink veil over the master bedroom. The bed, sitting on a raised platform was impeccably made. You could just envision Tou Ma arranging the perfectly white pillows by size, making sure not a single crinkle was left in sight. The room was so clean though, you couldn’t imagine the scarf would be here. There was no closet or dresser for it to hide in either, however, there was a small doorway in the corner of the room, half-covered by a silk curtain. As you approached you smelled the sweet aroma of incense. Gently pulling back the curtain, you peered inside, finding a room that was more or less the same size as the bedroom, but which felt smaller due to the abundance of stuff that was in it.
The walls were virtually covered with dressers, all identical, ornate and black lacquered. There were ottomans in various jewel tones on which piles of discarded robes lay, and in the corner stood a intricately carved wooden vanity with a mirror that reached the ceiling.
This must be it, you thought as you entered. You carefully went through the clothes on the stools. You wished you had time to admire their craftsmanship but Tou Ma’s exasperated expression kept your mind on the mission at hand. The vanity was cluttered with all kinds of trinkets you’d never seen before. You supposed there were the creams and powders used for beauty purposes. There were a couple of small drawers that opened to reveal more beauty products and a couple of scarves that clearly weren’t the one you were looking for. You began to feel tired again. Gingerly, you sat down in front of the vanity. Gazing at yourself in the mirror it occurred to you how much you didn’t belong in a room like this. You let your eyes drift over the the reflection of the cluttered space, until they landed on something they hadn’t noticed before. There was an unlocked chest sitting in a corner by the entrance. Multiple colored fabrics were spilling out from its mouth. You rose up and hurried over. There were so many scarves it was hard to make out where one piece of fabric ended and the next began. Getting impatient, you started pulling out the contents of the chest, keeping a lookout for anything scarlet and gold. Your heart sank however as you were reaching the bottom without having found something that even remotely looked like the empress’ wedding scarf. Not before long, the chest was empty, except for something dark and solid that lay all the way at the bottom, and bunches of fabric lay all around you on the floor.
What were you going to do? You’d promised Tou Ma.
Sighing, you peered into the chest. You now noticed the leftover item was a small book. You knew you should leave it alone; this was clearly an item the empress liked to keep to herself, but your curiosity got the better of you. You pulled the book out of the chest and held it up to the light. It was a small book, the brown leather cover a bit tethered and the gold writing on the front slightly faded. The golden lily, however, was still unmistakable.
You heart lurched as the title registered in your mind.
A Vast Unfathomable Secret.
It was right here in your hands; exactly as Minghao had described it. What wisdom was inside this little, brown book? And why was it here, in the empress’ wardrobe of all places? Nevermind. You forced your questions behind closed doors. None of those things mattered right now.
This was it: your chance to help Minghao.
*
You were at his door in no time and in your haste, you didn't even pause to knock before coming in.
"Minghao, I found it! I f—" you gasped as something warm crashed into you, sending you to the floor.
Minghao stood over you with a blank stare on his face. The coldness in his eyes sent a pang of doubt through your system. You shouldn’t have barged in like this. What were you thinking? Just as you were about to apologize and leave however, his eyes landed on the book clutched tightly in your hand. They widened, his eyebrows crinkling slightly, his lips opening in stunned silence.
"I found your book," you tried again, barely able to look at him.
Nothing happened for a good few seconds in which you wondered whether Minghao had fallen in some sort of trance, but then he knelt down beside you and took your hand. Your heart leapt as he pulled you up. His hand was so warm.
“You—” he said, staring from you, to the book held between you and then right back up to you. You noticed his eyes start to burn with intense emotion. He looked happy at first but you soon realized there was much more than joy behind his expression. He stared at you unblinkingly, standing perfectly still as a statue, but clearly waging a violent war within himself. You thought for a moment he might cry, his eyes turning sadder and sadder until, to your surprise, his lips formed the tiniest smile and he let out a sigh. You had not a moment to react to this strange turn of events because the next thing he did was grab tight hold of both your arms and kiss you.
This was nothing like the kiss you’d shared in the gardens. This kiss was the unleashing of desire. He held you close as his lips claimed yours with desperation. He did not let go when you thought he would and neither did you want him to. The book lay forgotten on the floor as, at last, you were all his. You felt his hand move up to your face, brushing a bit of your hair back, then cupping you by the back of the neck, begging you to stay close for those few last moments before, inevitably, reality struck.
He pulled back abruptly, looking completely stunned.
“You can’t tell anyone,” he said, his face swiftly filling with hurt again.
“Hao,” you replied, out of breath yourself, “wait,” because the prince was already pushing past you.
“I have the final wedding rehearsal,” he said, hurrying out the room before you could do anything to stop him.
You stood with yourself in quiet for quite some time, staring at the door.
Emotions were starting to bubble up inside you but you were so sick and tired of crying you forced your tears at bay by focusing on the only thing that could possibly distract you right now.
The book was still on the floor and now, it was begging to be read.
You sat down on the floor and picked it up. It didn’t feel heavy at all. You always imagined the book Minghao had been looking for would be huge; some grand exposition of wisdom. Maybe battle techniques? Or secret information on dragons, perhaps? But what could a tiny book like this one do to save an empire, or in the least, its prince? Heart pounding, you opened it, only to stare in confusion at something that made no sense to you at all.
Once upon a time, it read.
Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On that mountain stood a castle so tall it could reach the clouds in the sky and in it lived the great ruler. The ruler was very proud of his castle, because it stood taller than any other castle. The inhabitants of the castle sometimes complained about the cold winds that blew through the windows. They muddled up their long hair and blew away their paperwork. But of course this was all worth the magnificent views they got when they looked outside, according to the ruler.
At the bottom of the mountain was a cave that lead to a whole underground town. In that town lived many people. Their days were clouded in darkness but the earth around them kept them warm and safe.
One night, the ruler’s son was asleep when the wind whooshed right into his bedroom. It picked him up like a newborn baby and took him out through the window. The son shouted and cried for help but no one could hear him over the raging wind. The little boy shrieked all the way down until the wind plopped him down unto the grass. There he continued to cry in the darkness, helplessly, for no one would be able to hear him so far down.
Little did the boy know, someone did hear him cry.
All the way down in the cave town, a girl was sitting up in bed, wondering what that whining noise was. Curious, she crawled through the tunnels of her town, following the strange sound until she was at the mouth of the cave and saw the boy sitting in the grass.
“What’s wrong?” she asked the boy.
The boy jumped up at the sight of the girl, his cheeks flushing. “I fell down,” he answered.
“From all the way up there?” the girl asked with big eyes.
“Of course,” the boy said, “where else would I come from?”
“I live in the ground,” the girl said, “how strange is this?”
The boy and girl sat together in the grass, talking about their homes all night. The boy explained how cold his room was, and how the wind took his toys away from him, tales to which the girl hollered in disbelief. She then told him that she couldn’t even see her toys because it was so dark in her house and the boy laughed at how silly that was.
When the sun came up the boy and the girl noticed a black dot in the sky. They watched as the dot grew bigger and bigger until the boy recognized his father. He was hanging from a big balloon that was slowly letting him down to the ground.
“What is this?!” he bellowed when he noticed the girl.
“She is my new friend,” replied the boy with a big smile, “she lives in a cave.”
Just then, murmurings roused from the mouth of the cave. People emerged from it, chattering to one another until they set their eyes upon the scene in the grass.
“What is this?!” they all cried at once.
“He is my friend from the mountain,” said the girl, eyes sparkling, “the wind brought him to me.”
The ruler and the cave people were outraged. It was plain as day that people from the castle shouldn’t get along with people who lived underground.
“You should be ashamed of yourself!” shouted the ruler.
“It’s a disgrace!” the cavetowners roared.
The ruler grabbed his son by the arm and tied him to his big balloon, just as the cave dwellers took hold of the girl, dragging her back into the dark.
Days and weeks and months passed and the boy and the girl didn’t meet, at least, that was the people around them thought. Every night, the boy crawled onto his father’s balloon while everyone else was asleep and drifted down below, where the girl would greet him with a smile and they would spend a wonderful time. Over time, the boy felt something grow within him; it was a secret. It started small as a little firefly, hovering around his empty chest. But by the time the boy was as tall as his father, the secret had become so vast and unfathomable, it was like a fiery blaze that enveloped him entirely. At any moment, he felt the secret might burst free. He could not let that happen. It frightened the boy so much, he began to keep his lips shut tight. When people around him spoke, he just stood by and watched. When his father asked him a question he simply nodded or shrugged. Only at night, when he ran free with the girl, did he open his mouth. The most beautiful sounds spilled out, laughter and song and shouts of glee. As he did so, he felt the secret grow and grow but he did not care in the night; he did not care how the inferno within him swelled against the confines of his body, how it roared on inside, begging to break free.
As much as the boy ignored these happenings, like all secrets, break free, it did.
He felt it rumble in his stomach first, then move up towards his throat, just as he’d sat down for breakfast. He clasped his neck in surprise. He wanted to shout at the people around him to hide, for the secret was surely coming, but not a second later, it exploded from his lips like a flaming tornado. It took over the room in an instant. Soon, the whole castle was set aflame. People cried for help but they were too far up for anyone to hear. They crawled up on the roof, shouting to the clouds in desperation but no one called back.
Trapped by the flames, the boy knew only one thing to do. He heaved himself over the ledge of the dining room window and looked down. In a voice as loud as he could muster, he called for the girl. His ears picked up something of a reply but he couldn’t be sure; after all, the fire around him crackled obnoxiously loud. But she must be there, he thought, she would never abandon him.
Gathering all his courage he leaned over the edge and let go, falling away from the castle and his father and the people who didn’t understand, towards the arms of freedom, where there was no need for secrets, where he was alright, just the way he was.
The book trembled in your hands as you finished the story. This was nothing like you’d imagined A Vast Unfathomable Secret to be about. So many things ran through your mind but right at the forefront was, overwhelmingly, Minghao. Minghao, Minghao, Minghao. All this time, you thought the book would reveal some kind of clever solution to help him save Namin. In the end, the book had revealed nothing more than his heart.
You knew you weren’t supposed to be here. You were probably supposed to check in with Tou Ma and help prepare for the celebration but you couldn’t do that. You had to see him, even if it meant watching him from the sidelines as he ran through his final wedding rehearsal. You were half hidden behind a wooden pillar, feeling as if your knees might give out. Minghao walked aside his mother to the front of the room, where a tall monk waited on a raised platform. The room wasn’t decorated properly yet but it had been filled with so much candlelight, the whole thing looked enchanting nonetheless. Zhong Mei came out as well, skin glowing in the warm firelight. She joined Minghao on the platform, facing him. There was a bit of a pause as Mei’s parents did some fervent explaining to the monk. The spectators in the room began murmuring amongst themselves. Your eyes never left Minghao though. He looked nervous. His cool mask wasn’t sliding on as easy as usual. He looked down for a long time before starting to scan the room. A shiver ran up your spine when his eyes suddenly met yours. He was quick to look away though. It seemed like Mei was saying something to him then because he nodded awkwardly at her in reply, though he couldn’t look at her.
Finally, Mei’s parents stepped aside and the monk stepped forward. He cleared his throat as he straightened out his robe, ready to start his speech.
BANG
A thunderous crashing sound broke the silence and the whole room shook.
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